EPILOGUE
Araminta and Harry lived happily ever after, that is, until they died of old age. They shared everything with one another--their hopes, their dreams, their colds and even their waffles. They fought over the sheets and who was going to get the last ice pop. Sometimes they had to fight over these things with Draco and Hermione, since they had very little money of their own and ended up spending their lives in a guest room at Malfoy Manor.
But there was one thing Araminta didn't share with Harry because she and she alone knew the past and the consequences of meddling with time. When a dark-haired boy was born, she named him Julius, for she knew the history of the old houses and the importance of the old names. He was smart and sure, and the world believed that he was undeniably Harry's child.
Not even Araminta knew that this child would one day travel to the past, and become his own great-grandfather...
THE END, FOR REAL THIS TIME
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