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Epilogue
Hermione leaned back in the arm chair that she was currently occupying, taking in the Malfoy's entire library from marble fire place to the overly large collection of Dark Magic books. Normally she would have disapproved of such a vast amount of dark books, but since her curiosity had gotten the better of her a few days back and she had opened one of the great tomes, finding that it was actually a fascinating read, she was more lenient towards the lot. Even now, the book Avada Kedavra and More rested open on her knees.
It had been about a month since school had ended and Hermione had returned to her parents' house for a quick visit. She planned on returning to Hogwarts later in the year to pursue her desire to become a teacher. It had been about a week into her visit when she had discovered that the Malfoy Manor was located only a few miles outside the small town in which her parents resided. She had promptly gone over to call on her friend. As soon as the greeting had been exchanged between the two, Draco had asked her out. Though a bit stunned, Hermione had accepted and they had been dating happily ever since.
During all this, Hermione had still managed to remain in touch with St. Mungo's. Apparently, using a form of muggle-brain surgery, they had managed to take down Harry's magical barrier and therefore could minister to his insanity and memory loss using magical remedies. He had slowly been recovering memories from his past life, but curiously, with every memory he recovered he lost one from the previous year. Hermione and Draco had already agreed on telling him that, though he wouldn't remember, he had defeated the Dark Lord in some no doubt heroic manner.
Draco, having no other ideas, had decided to enter the field of magical law-enforcement. Granted it had taken some effort to convince the Ministry that he was not planning on a mad attempt to return the Death Eaters to power, but once that was past he had began Auror training immediately. He had proven to be very good at his chosen profession and was already far beyond the normal place someone of his training should be.
Neville had received a fair trial for his crimes, though when he explained why he had joined the Dark half the court had cracked up and they had to call a short break so everyone could regain their composure. Shortly after, the trial ended and Neville had been sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban. When interviewed, Neville had stated that the thing he regretted most was the fact that he would never devour another cookie (Light or Dark) again.
The Weasleys never did return to normal and were soon carted off to St. Mungo's after transfiguring the Burrow into a giant active volcano. They were put in a ward next to Harry's in order to help all patients hopefully return to full mental health. This seemed to help Harry greatly, but actually detracted from the Weasleys' recovery and they were quickly removed to a quieter section of the hospital after an incident regarding large squirrel shaped balloons that drenched everyone with chocolate syrup when they popped.
Voldemort's burial was a quiet affair. Not many people wanted to come due to the small fact that he had been the bane of the Wizarding World for countless years. But still, out of sheer respect for the dead, he was buried none the less. The gravesite was located next to his father's in the small graveyard that Harry had been transported to three years before. No one had seemed to want to remove the coffee pot from his head out of revulsion of what they would find underneath, so he was buried with it still fixed firmly to his skull.
The remaining Death Eaters had been put on trial and, as expected, some got off with the plea that they had been under the Imperious Curse. They had formed a small underground group whose focus was to return the Dark Lord's followers to power, and would no doubt be squashed in the years to come for none of them came remotely close to being the evil genius that there former master had been. But, they proved none the less that there would always be evil, no matter how pathetic, still lurking in the world.
Hermione rose from the chair, still thinking on all this. For what must have been the millionth time she thought of what and odd and unexpected year it had been. She headed for the door and walked briskly down the lane. Once again her heart leaped for the fact that the Dark Lord had finally been defeated. Thank god for coffee!
A/N: Well there you have it, The Power of Insanity, complete! I'd like to thank all of you who have stuck with me from chapter 1 and doubly thank all of you who have reviewed! I couldn't have done it without you guys and I'm eternally thankful. If you want you can check out some of my other stuff, mostly one-shots, but I just started The Wonders of Quidditch which will be a chapter story. K doke, well I believe that's it, thanks again, bye!
-Kyndeyrn