Chapter Seven: Epilogue
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Notes: This just about wraps it up. Well, it does wrap it up. So enjoy.
For sweetgirl -- remember, this is the last chapter. I hope it finds you well.
Ditto for Sorceress Jade (Completely non-confusing up to this point? I hope so ... ) and Sydney (The happiest ending of them all!).
On a much more serious note, I would like to sincerely thank JK Rowling for creating these most amazing characters for all of us here in the Harry Potter section of Fanfiction.net to enjoy. The world would not be same without Draco Malfoy, who I have greatly enjoyed turning into a cat for the duration of this piece. Oh, and thanks for making Viktor Krum a sincerely good guy at the end of ... the Goblet of Fire. He's my absolute favorite character and I wish he and Hermione much happiness in the fiction to follow.
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The redhead gazed up at the shining gold numbers above the door before glancing once again at the weathered envelope in his calloused hand. With a heavy, tired sigh, he lifted his second hand to the massive gold knocker and gave it a loud rap. A house-elf wrapped in a blanket as though it were a kilt gazed up at him with wide eyes, and he was lead through the elegant corridors of the house to a large and airy lounge with sweeping glass doors and overstuffed chairs laden with cushions. The house-elf disappeared, leaving him alone in the huge room.
A moment later, the glass doors opened, and a stately woman dressed in expensive robes came into the room.
"Wesley, come on, you've got to -- " She saw the redhead and stopped short, her eyes showing her disbelief. "Oh," she said slowly, and the redhead got to his feet. "Hello."
"Hello indeed," the redhead said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I was just looking for Wesley," she faltered as he came closer, "You know, Hogwarts starting up again in a few days and all that ... the train leaves ... "
But the woman never finished her thought, because the redhead was wrapped around her, his lips dancing over hers in a long-awaited kiss.
Nearby, sitting on an ornately carved wooden chair, a sleek black cat watched the scene with great interest, a smile apparent on his velvet face. And as he padded out of the room to find another redhead and a pair of green eyes, Hermione Granger and George Weasley made up for time long lost in the game we call life.
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Notes: Well, kids, this is it. I'm finished with this most satisfying piece of fiction. Hopefully you've all stayed with me thus far.
To those who haven't, I dedicate my next story.
To those who have, I would like to thank with all the Harry Potter merchandise I own. No, that doesn't mean you get to keep it -- I just used up all of my sincerity on thanking Rowling this time around. So, Harry Potter merchandise takes its place.
Six stickers and a day calendar has got to be worth something.
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As the author of this story and the notes before each chapter, I would like to apologize for being so harsh on JK Rowling. It's easy, sometimes, to become carried away with my cynical comments, which I should keep to myself when they create the chance of offending someone in the process.
However, if you found my snotty and obnoxious 'thank-yous' to Rowling humorous, ignore this apology and get on with your life before I sic the creepy Borders cut-out on you.
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