Epilogue

One year later...

Standing in the bedroom of my suite at Oxford, I gazed over the spines of the many photo albums that lined my shelves, seeking one in particular. Each was filled with the pictures of those in whose lives I had intervened. Each page holding the happiness I helped others gain. But tonight's album of choice was the dearest to me. The crimson finally caught my eye. Retrieving it, I stretched leisurely on my four-poster bed to enjoy my nightly ritual.

My fingers traced sentimentally over the metallic silver lettering: Severus & Hermione Snape. The book held a surprising accumulation of photos, ranging from her University graduation and mistress certification to their recent and memorable marriage. But tonight another would be added. The magical equivalent to a Muggle ultrasound of my niece.

With a twinge of shamefully selfish jealousy, I began to turn the pages of smiling faces and waving hands in search of place for the latest addition. The most logical place was after the wedding pictures. I slowed as I came to these, appreciating the results of my meddling. Severus, in one photo, stood clad in predictable black next to this beautiful bride, ignoring everything but Hermione's loving gaze. In another Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley had looks of begrudged happiness at the occasion. Only one shot contained me.

I had remained in the background throughout the ceremony, fearing the painful memories my presence might induce. Only when they had prepared to leave did I approach him. He was startled by my sudden appearance but smiled and embraced me as he hadn't in twenty years. I had my brother back thanks to the acceptance and forgiveness my new sister-in-law had helped him gain, and I will eternally be indebted to her for it. Before departing shortly afterwards, I gave him Albus's Pensieve--an explanation to many of their questions.

I finally reached a blank page. Casting a Preservation Charm on it, I placed it carefully on the page and glanced once more at it before closing it and returning the album to the shelf. I had fulfilled what I believed my duties to those I cared about, but now it was time to discover my own happiness. Calling to my raven, I gave her my letters, filled with explanations and final farewells.

With all preparations in place, I moved to the fireplace and spoke the password to reveal the hidden chamber. In this room I harbored years of long finished research whose purpose had continually been postponed. But now, with a few ancient incantations, I could finally modify my Time Turner to transport me centuries, not just hours or a few days. Galahad, here I come....

The End

A/N: This story was my first and somehow will always be apart of me. Strange, perhaps, but it's how I feel. I just want to thank everyone that has reviewed. That really helped me to continue when I had trouble with one scene or another. Thanks for everything, Elyse.