A/N: A little epilogue, tying up loose ends.
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Of Potions and Professors
Epilogue
The owl reached him in the clearing in mid-afternoon. He was resting on his chair, hair free to float around his head. He snarled at the thing and tore the letter off its leg. He dismissed it with a flick of his hand, his eyes glued to the letter.
It was from Alicia- he was surprised. He read the words on the page before crumpling the parchment and throwing it at one of the writhing couples on the ground. For a change, the figures made him ill, rather than feel powerful. With a mighty yawn, he began to collect his things to Apparate away.
Unfortunately for him, he was a little too late. The owl had taken a gambolling, roundabout route (it didn't like being thrown), and arrived in the clearing quite late in the day. In fact, the sun was nearing the horizon. As he stood to sweep his cloak around himself and disappear once again, there were several loud popping noises in the clearing. This startled him, giving him pause. Spinning around to face his tormentors, he came face to face with Harry Potter.
"Sorry, Draco old boy; seems you've been playing a naughty game. We're going to have to take you away." Though he nearly fell backwards getting out of Harry Potter's grip, a spell hit him in the back, causing him to fall. Darkness surrounded him; the last things he saw were Harry Potter's bright green eyes peering at him.
Ron turned to his best friend, motioning with his wand and hovering the body. "Glad we didn't turn out like this, hey mate?"
"Definitely," Harry answered. "Now; you taking him in, or am I?"
"Oh, I will. You go home to Ginny. She'll be frantic that I stole you again. She'll have my head. Go on," Ron waved a hand at Harry, and Harry smiled widely.
"Thanks mate. I'll do just that."
And so, that was what they did. Draco Malfoy was taken to a cell opposite Alicia- much to the consternation of both; Harry Potter snuck home, and to his surprise, Ginny had barely noticed he was gone: "Gone? No, I didn't notice… Oh, that sounds just awful. Well, I'm glad you're back; are you hurt? Can I kiss you better?" And Ronald Weasley was recorded as capturing the much-wanted leader of the Death Eater Cult. He got his photograph in the paper, his words in the article, and the fame he had thought he had stopped wanting long ago. Then, he too went home to his wife. Happily ever after is a long claim to make; but for the time being, normality ensued.
They couldn't ask for anything more.