Epilogue

A/N: So this is really the end of The New Me. Kind of sad… but it won't be the last time you see Rampart :D I'm definitely going to write more stories in this genre, some anime too. Whenever an idea pops into my head. Yep, I posted this at the same time as the last ending. I thought of a nice ending at this point, so I felt like writing it out. Hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but the little kiddies I do :D Yay for owning something in this story! (Besides Josh… we all know how we feel about him. Pssh)

A raven haired woman laughed at the book she had open on her lap. She had thought it would be a good idea to go through some of her old school things before the day came. It turned out she was right.

"The last thing I wrote in this diary…" she sighed and closed the book with a smile, and placing it down on the pile of books she bad beside her.

The morning sun was shining brightly through the attic window now. It had been a while since she'd gotten up, and almost time to leave.

"Pansy?" she heard someone call from the bottom of the steps, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," she replied and left the attic and it's memories behind.

"You're up early," Draco greeted her with a kiss when she got to the stairwell. They had gotten married, as planned, in the summer of their seventh year and it had been 13 years since.

"Just thought I'd fish out some extra quills," Pansy said with a smile before walking down into the Malfoy Mannor living room, Draco not long behind her.

"Hurry up mom! I don't want to miss the train," Emma exclaimed. Emma was their oldest child and was just going to start her first year at Hogwarts (Pansy had insisted she go to the same school as they did). She had the brown eyes that Pansy did, but her father's blond hair. Pansy could tell that she'd be beautiful when she grew up, although, she was right now as well.

"Alright," Draco said and stepped into the fireplace with floo powder in hand, "Come on Emma."

Draco yelled out 'platform 9 ¾ and the two of them plus a trunk swirled out of the fireplace. Pansy was just about to grab some powder herself when she heard someone come into the room.

"Can I come?" A little boy asked and walked up to his mother.

"Finally ready to floo Peter?" Pansy asked. Peter was their only other child and was a six year old spitting image of his father. They had the same hair and eyes and almost all of the features. But he did have Pansy's nose. He'd been afraid of flooing ever since the first time he saw Draco using it on his way to work one day.

Peter nodded slowly and put a picture book he was holding down. It had a picture of a man flying on the front, with Quidditch written in bold letters. Just like Draco.

The two of them stepped into the fireplace and Pansy threw down the powder. The room started to fade away and she felt Peter's grip on her legs get tighter. A second later they were in a bathroom on the platform, the big red train's whistle not far away.

"That was fun!" Peter exclaimed waving his hands around as the two of them stepped out onto the crowded platform. They spotted Draco and Emma over by the front of the train and walked towards them.

"Daddy! I flooed!" Peter said, his gray eyes sparkling when he walked up to Draco. Draco picked up his son and gave a knowing smile to Pansy.

"Well, I'm going to get on the train," Emma said. She'd definitely gotten Draco's attitude. Draco and Peter said their good-byes to her before she turned to Pansy.

"I'll miss you honey," Pansy said and hugged her daughter, "Make sure you write tonight after the feast…"

"I know I know," Emma said and pulled away from the hug. The platform was starting to clear out as the rest of the students boarded the train and bade farewell to their parents. Emma turned to get on as well when Pansy stopped here again.

"Here," Pansy said and pulled a small blank book out of her jacket pocket. She'd slipped it in there while she was up in the attic, "This might come in handy later on in the year."

"Okay… thanks…" Emma said and took the book slowly and gave one last good-bye before boarding the train. The eleven o'clock whistle blew and the train took off slowly, gaining speed as it exited the platform and the three remaining Malfoy's started walking towards the exit of the platform.

"I never knew how my mom must've felt when I left for my first year," she sighed and looked over at her husband, "It makes me feel old…" she added with a smile. Peter just made a face as Draco put him down.

"You are old though…" Peter started but Draco cut him off.

"And she is very beautiful," he added and winked at his son before giving Pansy another kiss on the lips.

"Gross!" Peter exclaimed and walked ahead of his parents.

"Nice save, didn't know you could actually say something nice" she mocked as Draco put his arm around her waist, while she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Lets just call it a new me," Draco said. Pansy nodded slightly, the best choice he'll ever make, she thought smiling. It was for her even if it didn't go as planned. But then again, what ever really does?

A/N: The end of The New Me. Feels good to actually finish a longish story. I think this is better then the old way I was going to end it. Much. Not much to say, but that you for all of you who have even read just a bit of the story. It makes my day everyday. Hope you keep checking for my other stories after this. I'm thinking of getting an RP one done. It seems like fun.

Until next time,

Rampart