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Epilogue I (of II)
Dear Harry,
Congratulations on graduation. I am sure you'll be off to Auror training and fulfilling your destiny as one of the greatest wizards who has ever lived. Oh and please don't try to trace this letter. You should know that I've taken ever precaution and doing so wouldn't amount to much. I wrote this letter because you deserve answers after all the questions you've had thrown at you.
I appreciate you trying to protect my reputation (especially after they hauled you in as a suspect in my 'disappearance') but the Daily Prophet is going to write their trash no matter what anyone says. I rather like my fourth cousin, Tiberius, so I don't mind that he has taken over M.E. The fact that the business world is of the opinion that I am deceased actually works out well for me. I didn't disappear into the night just so they could find me.
If you haven't figured out why I left without saying anything, well then you are denser than I thought. It was you after all, Harry, who showed me there was more to life than what old men demand from me. However, I would like you to know that I spent the last few months hating you because there is a reason the road less traveled is less traveled; There are a great deal of stones. I can't elaborate for I don't want you to try to piece together my location. Actually, now that the hard winter is over, I am rather enjoying my new lifestyle. Rest assured that I am keeping myself entertained. Business, boys and adventure have proved to be unavoidable. Again, forgive the lack of details; it's best for the both of us.
Thank you for acknowledging the unlikelihood that I eloped with Blaise (because I didn't) even though no one believed you. That is understandable because it's quite a logical conclusion but so far there are no rings on my fingers. You however, I envision being snatched up the second you step off Hogwarts grounds. Hope she is more deserving of your charms than I.
I think about you often wonderboy (willing or unwillingly). So take care of yourself and don't do anything stupid. I imagine that we shall meet again, though I don't know when but worry not, I'll handle all that.
Yours Truly,
Alexandra H. Marlow
PS—Believe it or not, all of that stupid quidditch actually prepared me for my current métier.
Author's Note: I have one more little epilogue on the way that is the lead into the possible sequel. In the last chapters I put some foreshadow so if you read those chapters carefully, you can probably figure out a little bit about what she is up to, though I admit it takes a bit of imagination. I'll have a much more conclusive note at the end of the next epilogue.