AN: I'm never writing ever again! I hate fanfiction! I hate literature! AND I HATE HARRY POTTER! Just Kidding! (God I need a life, she moans through her clenched, smiling teeth) Hey, do you know what I just realized? That J K Rowling could stand for Joanne Kathleen (Or Kathrin, I don't remember) Rowling, or Just Kidding Rowling. She always says that Harry Potter is fiction, but if her initials are JK… maybe it's real! Yup! And she is the female Harry Potter who has decided to write her life story. That's what I'm believing so meh! Anyway, This is the last chappie! I hope you enjoy the ending! (grabs popcorn and sits back in chair, shoving handfuls of the buttery stuff in her mouth)

Ginny plopped down on the over stuffed chair in front of the Gryffindor fireplace. The twins Luna and James were playing amongst themselves in the firelight, and Harry was sitting beside her.

"Did you know that Hogwarts was the first place where I felt truly at home?" He asked and Ginny smirked.

"I could guess…"

"Well, now it's like, I never have to leave…"

"That's wonderful Harry." she murmured, and kissed him deeply. The twins, now9 months old, squealed about something or other, and a group of 5th year girls cooed.

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked, and Ginny nodded. The four had spent the afternoon in the Gryffindor tower, talking to their friends once more before they returned to their private lives. Harry sent owls weekly to Hermione and Ron. They demanded details on the twins- what they were doing right then, what they were doing 5 minutes ago... This had become such a habit that Harry found himself memorizing events so that if a letter arrived when he didn't expect it, he wouldn't have to lie.

Harry picked up James, whose red hair resembled that of Harry's but, well… red, and whose brown eyes were always laughing. Ginny placed the curly headed Luna on her hip. She looked exactly like Lily did in all of her pictures, with red locks and emerald eyes that never closed for long, for fear of missing something.

Harry often thanked God for blessing him with Ginny and the twins after so many years of torture. He was almost afraid that something bad would happen because he was happy. Every year something horrible happened, last year it was the attack on the school, the year before that the death of Sirius, before that was the resurrection of Voldemort, before that was the whole Shrieking Shack fiasco, before that had been the chamber of secrets, and before that was the whole Philosopher's (or Sorcerer's) Stone deal… He wondered what would happen next summer. It was already January…

He voiced his worries with Ginny, and she laughed. "Lighten up a bit why don't you? We're not going to die just because Summer comes! You really are optimistic aren't you?" She said sarcastically, and Harry wrapped his arms around her narrow waist.

"Is it so horrible to be afraid of something?"

Ron sat on the edge of the sidewalk in front of his house in his muggle clothes, feeling ridiculous.

"This is ridiculous." He said to nobody.

Ron jumped about a mile high when "nobody" answered with a smug, "Yes, you are." It was Draco, and Ron felt a bubble of hope fill his chest.

"What are you smiling at Weasle?" Draco spat. Pop!

"I'm bored. That's my excuse, now what's yours?"

"I'm walking. Is that against the law?"

"No, but you needn't be walking here."

"You're right for once, blood traitor. I needn't be here. Good bye, bitch." He said and walked past the burrow, not bothering to apologize when he stepped on Ron's foot.

"Draco, wait!" Ron shouted, and chased after the blonde wizard.

"What do you want!" He shouted.

"Money. Decent clothing." Ron said . "I want to hate you. What do you want?"

"I want you to leave me alone, Weasle!"

"Maybe you do, but that's not all, is it, Malfoy? You want to be just like your dear old dad, don't you? You want to be capable of killing. You want to be friends with someone powerful, and since you almost killed Dumbledore, and simply hate Harry, you'd just love to join Voldemort. So that he could teach you how to kill, and let you murder as many bloodtraitors and muggleborns as you like? Is that what you want?" Heasked calmly. He wasn't yelling or accusing Malfoy, just asking him a series of very personal questions.

"Whatever you say, Ron. Whatever you say." And he strolled away from Ron. This time, he wasn't beckoned back.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what, Percy?"

"Squeezing the seat belt like you wished it would shrivel up and die."

She let go of the taxi's seat belt and grinned shyly and her husband beside her. They were on their way to the muggle airport so they could go on their honeymoon and start their family. It was safe to say that she was nervous for countless reasons.

"What do you want to get?" She asked for the millionth time that day.

"A girl when we go to china, of course."

"Good. What about when we go to India?"

"Whatever they give us. In china, there is a law against having more than two children. They often abandon the girls, because boys make good workers, and you can have three kids if the first born is a boy."

"Percy, where did you get so smart?"

"Actually, you told me about the babies in china."

"You're right I did."

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"You're doing it again."

tHe beGiNNiNG

AN: And all that's leftis (drum roll please?)THEEPILOGUE!(I think Imayhave misspelled that...)