Epilogue Part 8 (Final)
And so our thrilling hunt for frilly, pink knickers has come to an end. But what of the loose ends? Do we cut them off, pull on them, or use them to tie up our characters? Alas, the loose ends must be explained and therefore you are presented with the epilogue.
Ron Weasley eventually got over Albus Dumbledore and decided to pursue courtship of Hermione Granger (since no one else seems to like her). To do this he kindly asked Snape to send him to Hell, to which the other happily complied to. Snape still has no overall importance to the entire fic.
Collin Creevey still has Draco's frilly, pink knickers and sleeps with them every night. Yes, I said 'sleeps'.
Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy are now officially engaged, by no choice of his own.
Harry Potter is still resident pervert of Hogwarts, and to this day is trying to molest Draco.
The Crowd of Horny Gryffindors stole Harry's pink folder and thus, never run out of…material.
Voldemort and Sadam have become rather good friends and are sharing the pie that they stole from Future Wyatt.
The cast of Charmed eventually got out of Hell and they all got along spiffily. Except Future Wyatt of course, who was sulking over his pie…
Cher was not enjoying Hell and kept on moaning and groaning about turning back time. The Big Boys were considering sending her to level 423: Evil Doers and Much Hated Sluts, but decided to kick her out instead. She is currently annoying the Elders of 'Up There' and Leo decided he is quite done being the pacifist.
The Ghost Books have in fact, taken over the world and computers have been almost entirely wiped out of existence.
Lucius Malfoy serves the Ghost Books faithfully while checking around for any Slow Motion, as to not ruin his hair again.
Narcissa Malfoy ordered a few grandchildren from the HSN but got bored of them quickly and sent them back. She now has a new passion; gay porn.
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown joined Narcissa in her obsession and formed a ditzy, blonde, gay-porn-loving, group called LIKE an acronym for Lads In Kompromising Engagements. Yeah, I noticed it too, but what do you expect, blondes remember?
Ginny Weasley a.k.a. Pile of Dust2, is stored away safely in an urn on the Weasley's fireplace, offering smart quips when they are most definitely not needed.
Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan have a new favorite sport. Baseball. The kind you play in broom closets.
The 2, 398 Hermione anti-fan guys are happily eating ice cream.
The 1, 278 Draco fan girls are currently stalking him and are taking pictures in the boys' showers.
RedSkyez turned herself back from the ghost of a nursing rhymes book simply because she could and is currently writing this very sentence.
The cliffhanger escaped from the Ghost Books' clutches and has a few things to say.
Cliffhanger: My awesome cliffhanging talents have been completely wasted on this fic! How can you not be ashamed?! There isn't a force stronger than I in this whole fandom!
The End suddenly appears…
The End: Oh, I beg to differ.
Cliffhanger: And who are you?
The End: I am the most powerful force in !
Cliffhanger: Oh yeah? You don't look so 'powerful' to me.
The End: Oh yeah?
Cliffhanger: Yeah!
The End: Oh yeah?
Cliffhanger: Yeah!
The End: Oh yeah?
Cliffhanger: Yeah!
The End: Oh yeah?
Cliffhanger: Yeah!
The End: Oh yeah?
Cliffhanger: Yeah!
The End: Oh yeah? Fine, I'll prove it then!
Cliffhanger: …How?
The End: Like…THIS:
THE END
And here you have it, the epilogue. Thank you all my wonderful readers for your great support in helping me complete my first ever finished fic! I'm actually getting teary! Await for more from your favorite author, the one and only RedSkyez!
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Goodbye!