wmipart17 The Werewolves' Magic Institute
By Admiral Albia

In which the story ends... and a new plotline is laid...

Disclaimer; I own nothing except the plot and any characters you don't recognize from the books. It's very simple. Jiggy McCue (and the other Musketeers) belong to the great god Michael Lawrence, the rest belongs to the great goddess J.K. Rowling. All lyrics from the musical Anything Goes belong to whoever owns Anything Goes.

My heartfelt gratitude to Caitlin Black. A better beta-reader I could not ask for.

My apologies for the short epilogue. Just finishing off, really.

Chapter 17; Epilogue
"You know what's really strange?" Hermione commented as they took their seats in one of the boxes of the Dramagic Theatre.
"What?" Harry and Ron asked.
"It's the way we've adjusted so quickly to all these big changes," Hermione laughed. "Ron's even beginning to like werewolves."
"One in particular," Paul murmured from behind. Anna gave a cough which sounded suspiciously like `Mona!`
"I always liked-" Ron began, but several people shushed him; the show was starting.
About halfway through both babies - Holly having been entrusted to James and Lily for the night - began to cry. And James screamed, "That b----y baby!", which just goes to show that some things never change.
And everyone settled down and was happy, and the babies grew and were great friends, just like their fathers. And then the day came when they went to Hogwarts...
...but that's another story.

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A/n; Done! =D Aaand for my next fic, I shall attempt to write Myrtle and Holly's school years, so look out for any fic called `Myrtle Potter and the (need title fast!)`, by yours truly.
My apologies for the length of this chapter... it just suddenly occurred to me that where there's a Prologue there must be an Epilogue... and Live Free Or Die has a Prologue... =)
Your last chance, folks! Review it now iif you haven't already!