A/N – Hi everyone! No, I did not drop off the face of the Earth. I have had so much work and so many functions to attend, that I haven't even had time to read fanfics, let alone type this rather long one up. I know, I know, I promised frequent updates, but I expected this to be done before I went to school. That didn't happen.

Since this is the last chapter, I have some thank yous to make. First, I wanted to thank my honorary sister, Lauren, for listening to my insane ideas and for being honest when they were bad. She also proofread it and was the only one I let read the whole thing. I couldn't have done it without you! Love you! I also want to thank Denise for introducing me to the world of fanfics and for inspiring me to write my own. Another thank you goes to my awesome reviewers; you made me so happy! Especially, the people I don't know, you didn't have to say anything, but you did and you made my day. Lastly, in a twisted way I want to thank all my troubles that made me depressed and made me start writing this fic at 1:00 in the morning. If it hadn't have been for you, I wouldn't have written this.

Now, on with the show!

Epilogue

His angel. All these years later he still called her that. And she still blushed every time he said it. After two years of dating and thirteen years of marriage, he could still make her blush. He loved the power he had over her.

So much had happened since that conversation in the Shrieking Shack. That summer, Voldemort went fully public with the murder of some muggles. The public then fully realized that he was back. They had know for a year, but it only truly dawned on them after that event. By an overwhelming majority, Fudge was voted out of office. Dumbledore was offered the nomination, but, as always, he declined. Then, much to the Weasely's surprise, Arthur Weasely was offered the position. The public knew he was close to Dumbledore and that he was already a forerunner in the fight against Voldemort. Despite his dislike of politics, Arthur accepted because he knew he could do a lot of good. His first act was to repeal the ban on "half-breeds".

The lifting of the ban caused Lupin to return to his post of DADA teacher for Ron's 7th year.

The spring of 7th year, a month before graduation to be exact, was when IT happened. THE battle. The confrontation between light and dark; good and evil. The climax of 17 years of plotting was surprisingly short. After all that preparation, the fighting only last a few hours. Yet, despite its brevity, it was the most arduous time of Ron's life. While Harry fought Voldemort, the Order members and Hogwarts students battled Death Eaters, dementors, giants, and trolls. It was a purely defensive fight until Charlie arrived on the back of a dragon he had trained since birth for this role. That dragon thankfully knocked the giants unconscious and cornered the trolls until they could be Stunned. Without that help, the battle could have taken a dreadful turn.

At the end, Harry finally defeated Voldemort. It happened without an explosion, without fireworks, or natural disasters. Harry never told anyone how he did it. The two had been secluded in the Forbidden Forest at the time. All that mattered was that HE was gone; dead, finished, kaput, never to come back.

The Forbidden Forest. Yes, the battle was at Hogwarts. Voldemort had decided Dumbledore was old enough to chance crossing; guess he was wrong. The students came to help, and they fought bravely; all four houses ( yes, the Slytherins were there too) joined together to fight a common enemy. Except for Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They were nowhere to be found. In fact, they were still missing to this day. No one knew what had happened to them, or whether they had fought with or against Voldemort.

All the creatures were Stunned, as well as some of the Death Eaters. Most got away, and it was up to the Aurors to catch them.

Their side had won, yes, but at a cost. Many died, but they did so knowing that their death meant something; this gave comfort to the families. Ron was saddened by the loss, but inwardly rejoiced at the fact it was no one close to him. It was a miracle that his family and friends, who were all involved, had survived.

But no one escaped unscathed. Percy ( who had been forgiven) still had a limp all these years later, and Molly had gone completely deaf from all the noise. Fred and George had somehow managed to get matching scars from two different Death Eaters and two different times. They were still identical.

Moving on to happier things. Dumbledore and McGonagall retired after the war. They wanted some well deserved peace and quiet together. Yes that's right, together. Though no official announcement was ever made, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were in love.

Lupin, much to Snape's annoyance, was elected headmaster. The youngest in over one- hundred years in fact, as well as one of the few who were married. He and Tonks had wed the summer after the Battle.

There had been a lot of marriages that summer. Every weekend was another wedding, sometimes even two or three in a weekend. Lavender and Dean, Patil and Seamus, Neville and Luna, Fred and Angelina, George and Alicia, Percy and Penelope, Bill and Fleur, Harry and Ginny. The list went on and on. Hermione commented once about how it was similar to World War II, when everyone came home and immediately got married. The soldiers knew first hand how short life is.

Then there was their wedding. They had wanted a small ceremony, but that was impossible. The Weasely clan alone was at least 50 people. Then the Grangers, the Order members and school friends were invited. At least 60 uninvited people showed up. After all, Ron and Hermione were celebrities, nearly as well know as Harry. But Hermione embraced a "the more the merrier" attitude and welcomed the strangers.

The wedding was at the Burrow, which Ron had indirectly inherited. It was never officially given to him, but he was the only one still living there after Molly and Arthur had moved into the Minister's house.

Hermione became the new Transfiguration professor, and Harry the new DADA teacher. Ginny entered Healer training and introduced to the wizarding world the idea of a psychiatrist, though she called it Animalian. She became one of the most famous Healers of their time.

Ron had done alright for himself as well. He became an Auror and was known for checking his facts before accusing anyone, in honor of Sirius Black. Ron was finally celebrated for his own work, rather than for supporting Harry.

Peter Petrigrew was one of the Death Eater captured, and under the influence of Veritaserum, told the story of the Potter's murder and the events of Ron's third year publically. Arthur Weasely officially pardoned the late Black and a memorial to him was erected on the school grounds.

Ron was broken out of his reverie by the sound of forks crashing to the floor. He bent to help his very pregnant wife pick them up. This was to be their fourth child, and Ron had a sneaky suspicion it was twins. People often teased Hermione about competing with Molly's record. Ron knew she wanted a kid with red hair. All their children had brown hair with red highlights. Hermione had tried to explain to him about dormant and recessive genes and the idea that eventually a red head would come out. He really hadn't followed it, but he didn't complain either. He loved kids and certainly didn't mind trying to have more. While he had to wait two years until they were married, Hermione had certainly made up for lost time.

Ron laughed and started to help his wife decorate for the party. It was a combination anniversary, birthday, summer party as well as a Order, Gryffindor, and family reunion. Basically, everyone who was at their wedding, plus their kids, would be arriving shortly. Hermione was going nuts making sure everything was perfect, but Ron knew she loved the adrenaline rush. If she hadn't become a teacher, she would have been a party planer.

Suddenly, Rupert, Ron's oldest son, who had just completed his first year at Hogwarts, came storming into the kitchen.

"I CAN"T STAND HER!" shouted the boy.

"Who son?" Ron said calmly, well acquainted with Rupert's temper.

"Emma! She's at me again telling me to do my homework. Bloody know it all. Can't she just leave me alone?"

At that instant, Emma, Rupert's friend from school, came in talking to Daniel, Harry's son.

"Stupid git. Can't even take a little advise without blowing up at me! All I did was suggest to him to get some work done." She looked up to see the cause of her troubles and blushed. Both ran in opposite directions leaving Daniel looking lonely.

"Just but out and they'll come together on their own." Harry said to his son. Daniel nodded and left.

And then they were three. The Golden Trio.

"Do those kids remind you of anyone?" Hermione asked.

The friends looked at each other and laughed. They guessed history did repeat itself. Ron just hoped his son would learn from his father's mistakes and move faster than he did. But everything turned out all right in the end. Life had been pretty bad at times, but they faced it together. Yep, life was as close to perfect as it could get. Ron pulled his wife close to him and gave her a kiss. Yes. Life was perfect.

A/N –I know, majorly sappy. But I'm a sucker for happy endings. I'm thinking of doing a short companion story about exactly how Harry and Ginny got together. But, I'm going to write it in my nb first, and I'm pretty busy, so it won't be posted for awhile. Look up my penname once in a while to check. Until next time, have a nice life! Happy Halloween!

Animalus is Latin for mind.