Well, this is it. The end. I've only got two or three reviews on my new story (If It Were Easy They'd Call It Tae Kwon Do), but I'll post a new chapter of that tonight anyways, if only for those three reviewers.

Ed got cheeky and hinted for a quick update, so here it is. Sadly it's only an epilogue to wrap things up neatly and set up 'Normal' but it's better than nothing.

A lot of people (well, Joots and Ruby) have asked me what I'll do while I'm in Egypt. By my calculations I'll get at least six chapters of the new story up before I go. There will be two or three weeks of silence and then I'll post again (have to get internet set up in my apartment). However, I probably won't be writing anything new ('Tae Kwon Do' is already mostly written and I can finish it and start proofing it before I go). I say probably because you never ever know with me. I started writing initially because I lost a bet and kept going because people seemed to want more. Thus, you might get a new story if feel guilty because I'm being barraged by emails from people who want more after 'Tae Kwon Do' is finished (or hell, while 'Tae Kwon Do' is being posted, for that matter).

So, cheeky little Ed is my super-quick reviewer from last chapter. Still can't afford cookie ingredients, sorry.

Lil, good to see you as usual. Draccy, welcome back, I've missed you! For the record, Hermione was never going to go all the way (mainly because I'd written out that possibility in 'Normal'). I conveniently remembered my timeline as I wrote the scene and realized that a normal healthy person would not be jumping into the sack anyways, so it all worked out. Milli survived, though Blaise and Fred both died. I didn't really discuss the other characters because my focus has always been Hermione and I didn't want it to get too convoluted with multiple character focuses. Ruby, I did my best to stay within the site guidelines, actually, in terms of the sex scene. I'd hate to get kicked off or anything.

Finally, before I go, I've got to give three final hugs. For Avestia and GISingerJayne, my first reviewers ever (on 'Normal'), though I don't see Avestia anymore. Thanks for sticking with me Jayne, it means the world to me. Also, thanks to J, without whom I'd never have started writing (alcoholpokerJ=Aimes losing multiple bets). Finally, thanks to Terrylove, who sent me a very sad note about giving up on me after I'd finished 'Potholes' and got too lazy to write this story. If not for that review, this story would never have gone up.

It's been fun!

--Aimes

Dearest Remus,

I received your last letter! I loved the pictures of you and Severus in Ireland. I'm glad you're forcing him to get out, even if it was reconnaissance on a Deatheater. I miss you terribly, but Dumbledore said that I can't see you more frequently as long as I'm outside the sphere of protection of the UK.

I understand, I suppose. You've gained some fame hunting Deatheaters worldwide. As long as I'm relatively out in the open we run the risk of being seen together and then I'm a liability for you. I'm already at enough risk being remembered as Harry and Ron's best friend and one of the planners of the Battle of Hogwarts (isn't that a pretentious name for it?). All of which more or less amounts to me sleeping alone at night with the memory of our goodbye kiss and some thermal underwear to keep me warm. Not exactly what I had in mind for this long. But Severus tells me that there are only a few Deatheaters left so you're making great progress.

After almost a year and a half here, I'm well settled in. Callah and I are having a great time and she sends her love. On the weekends we visit other places by car. Mini-road trips to expand our horizons. When it comes to female bonding, Muggles got it right. Just us, the country roads, and lots and lots of cheesy pop music.

Last weekend we went to a small village outside of Florence. It was a market day and everyone in town was out. Callah and I bought fresh vegetables and fruit and we took lots of pictures. I enclosed some for you. The weather was so beautiful—odd for this time of year. We ended up sleeping in a field under the stars (which is a very-un-Hermione-like thing to do, I'm sure you'll agree). I've been doing a lot of un-Hermione-like things lately. Maybe it's Callah, maybe it's Italy, maybe Ron and Harry finally rubbed off on me, maybe we both forgot our credit cards and spent all our money drinking so we barely had enough to get gas for the drive home. I wish you were here doing un-Hermione-like things with us.

Harry visited last week. He and Draco are doing quite well and they make a sickeningly cute couple. They stayed for a few days, left this morning, and I miss them already! Harry told me that Ron and Milli are engaged. I can't wait to attend the wedding; though I've already refused to be in it. I've worn one taffeta bridesmaid dress too many! (I still wonder what on earth Luna was thinking. But then, it is Luna.) They're great for each other. Draco, our resident gossip, filled us in on all the dirt. I hear Ginny's dating Neville! I'm glad for her; she was so low after Blaise died.

Work is going fantastically. I'm researching magical methods of the ancient Romans and it's so interesting! I refuse to waste valuable parchment space boring you to tears with it, though.

All in all, the only thing missing here is…you.

Take care, and remember: that olive oil that started the grease fire that killed your takeout guy who was supposed to bring you dinner forcing you to starve that night probably came from somewhere near here.

All my best,

Hermione