A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. Last chapter. Oh… tear. I would just like to say thank you so much for every review I have ever received and I will post a long, detailed thank you after I receive (if I receive) any more reviews for the last chapter and this one, I'd like to recognize those as well. Sorry for the shortness of the chapter… I just felt that this summed it all up pretty nicely and didn't need anymore. After you read the end, however, you all will probably disagree. Thank you so much, and, with out further ado, I would like to present you all with the final chapter of "Deep in the Subconscious of a Prankster."

:*: 16 – A New Beginning :*:

So, at age eighteen, almost nineteen, I was truly happy. That's a pretty nice accomplishment, don't you agree?

And I still am, for that matter. As stated in the first installment, I am currently twenty years old. What happened to that year, you ask? Well, I would wish to tell you all, but my editor gave me only sixteen issues to right my story… my first story as a writer for The Daily Prophet.

Can you believe that? I, Fred Weasley, jokester extraordinaire does not run his own joke shop… does not have his own line of joke products… but still wreaks havoc on unsuspecting victims… but is a writer for the most popular wizarding paper in the world?

So, as you all can tell, a lot happened in a year. Let's recap:

Ron: Finished his Hogwart's schooling with fairly good (better than mine, at least) O.W.L. scores… he's going to kill me for writing that. Anyways, as of the last moment I spoke to him (a few days ago), he is pursuing a career with my older brother Charlie. When I heard that Ron wanted to work with dragons, I was shocked. My brother isn't the most bravest soul in the world (he's going to kill me again), but to each his own. Oh, a few weeks before school ended, Melissa and he broke up. Ron caught her kissing Malfoy and that just ruined the relationship.

Harry: Fought You-Know-Who twice more in his life. Poor kid. But hey, we won didn't we? Hopefully, we'll never have to deal with You-Know-Who again because, hey, I was there. Anyways, Harry and Ginny are still together and planning on moving in together when Ginny graduates. Harry, after he finished school, is currently basking in the afterglow of not dyeing. Currently, he has no plans for his future except to live it. Whatever that means.

Caitlin: My co worker from Zonko's who offered much needed and wise advice whenever I needed, is still working at Zonko's Joke Shop. She is now, however, a honcho at the store, so she no longer has to work in the store, but rather makes big decisions.

George: Moved out. He, to my mother's sadness, now lives in Italy with his girlfriend Miranda. He's working for the Italian Ministry of Magic and spends most of his days trying to figure out what the heck everyone is saying.

Hermione: Ah, my Hermione. We're still together, of course. In a few weeks, she's moving in, taking George's old bedroom… whether she'll use it or not is another story (I hope her mum and dad don't kill me for that). She graduated at the top of her class – is anyone surprised? – and is aspiring to be a top employee at the Ministry of Magic. She wants to sort it out and, I quote, "Kick the idiots out."

Me: Well, I'm a writer. How I became one is still a mystery. I quit Zonko's after a year. Oddly enough, I got bored. Plus, I kept getting jokes pulled on me and that wasn't fun. I actually started out as one of those assistant guys but then a writer quit, they needed a story and BAM! Here I am.

I can't even begin to fathom the popularity my simple story has received. I have gotten hundreds of owls telling me how much they love my story and I appreciate all of them. But sadly, this must end. I can't keep writing about my life forever, can I? You can always owl my editor and convince him to let me write about my life some more if you really want…

So, my loyal readers, it is the end. The column "Deep in the Subconscious of a Prankster" has now run its course.

I bid you all a farewell and one last word to my love, Hermione:

Will you marry me?