EPILOGUE: TEN YEARS LATER.



Harry smiled to himself as he watched his six year old son, Samuel, run around the backyard with Jenny Weasley, the six year old daughter of Ron and Hermoine. The Weasley's came over often to play, and Samuel actually referred to them as "Aunt Hermoine" and "Uncle Ron".

"Did you hear Lucius is out of jail now?" Ron asked as they sat there.

"Already? I didn't realise it had been so long. Well that will teach him for trying to make money out of everything." Harry replied, grinning. Whilst Lucius had received a jail sentence for his part in everything it hadn't been too severe. That had been saved for Fudge. Thinking about it made Harry shiver even in the warmth of the sun. Azkaban was not the sort of place anyone wanted to even think about!

"I wonder what Draco will think having him back. I heard he's made even more money since his dad went in there." Hermoine said with a grin also. "And did you hear he has a son? About a year or two younger than our kids I think."

"I wonder if he looks like Malfoy-all pointy and pale." Ron made a face.

"I'm sure the ministry will be keeping an eye on the Malfoy's nonetheless." Hermoine said. She worked as the personal assistant for the current Minister of Magic, Percy Weasley, but as Harry and Ron both knew she was soon thinking of resigning and simply being a housewife. Ron and Harry were still at the Ministry too, as were Ron's twin brother's Fred and George. Both had married and had children a few years older than theirs. Percy had married Penelope and produced a son Paul, who Ron lamented sadly, was so similar to Percy he'd be a bore when he was older like his father. Of course there were also the children of Bill and Charlie who were a fair bit older. And Ginny and Justin had twin girls who had recently turned three. Harry had attended the party for them. He'd always been included in all the Weasley family activities. He tried to live a relatively quiet life with his wife and son, but there were occasions when people asked for his autograph on the street or something like that for having stopped Voldemort on two occasions and for stopping Fudge from trying to emulate Voldemort.

"What are you thinking dear?" Cho asked softly, noticing the thoughtful look on her husband's face.

"I was thinking how lucky we are to have Sam, and to have the Weasley's as an extended family." Harry replied.

"Hear, hear!" Ron said, and the four adults watched as the two kids continued to play chase in the backyard.

THE END!





[A/N I wasn't going to add this epilogue but I thought it was a good idea since it sort of ties in with my other story "Samuel Potter and the ghost of Merlin." I hope you enjoyed the story, and the surprise, if somewhat rushed, ending. I was actually getting sick of writing this story, so I thought I'd write the last two or three chapters today to finish it all off, and then I could get back to the other ones I am working on.]