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Chapter 8

Epilogue

I pulled his son into a tight hug. I was going to miss him beyond words, in truth, part of me didn't want to let him go, he was my only son, only child...but it was his turn to enjoy the magic of Hogwarts. Minus the crazed psychopath trying to take over the wizarding world.

"I've got to go dad, I'm going to miss the train."

"Ok I will let you go. Keep an eye on Rosie, you know how Hermione worries about her."

"I'm sure Rosie will be fine. If anything she'll need to watch out for me, it's her second year, she promised to show me the ropes."

James, while a year younger, was very protective of his cousins, particularly Rosie. She's overcome a lot, people don't always understand that about her and tend to judge her. What we had thought was really severe ADHD turned out to be a bit more than that, three years ago she was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism. Hermione had wanted to keep her home and hire a tutor to teach her. Thankfully, Derek, her new husband, managed to convince her to let her go, which is saying a lot in that he's a muggle.

Ron, to this day, refuses to admit that she has Autism, Hermione gave up trying to reason with him years ago. Overall Ron has been a good dad, to Rose and the twins, even if it's only on a part time basis. He actually ended up having another kid, a son, whom he, oddly enough, has full custody of.

"You promise to write to me in the morning?"

"Yes, dad I already told you. Can I go now?" He was starting to get a bit antsy, eyeing the train anxiously as the final alaboard whistle blew.

I gave my son a final kiss atop his head and let him go. I watched him until he was completely boarded on the train. My gaze then moved over to Ginny who was standing several feet away with Hermione, the twins and Derek. Hermione was currently 6 months pregnant and the happiest I have ever seen her.

Ginny gave me a wink, said something to Hermione and then headed my way. "Finally let him go?" She joked, reaching down to scratch Tucker between the ears.

"Reluctantly, 's going to be weird not having him at home."

"True,"she replied, "But that just means more alone time for us." She then gave me soft, lingering kiss.

"Yes, There is that."

Ginny had retired from professional quidditch about a year ago. She wrote part time for Quidditch Quarterly now, which was nice because now she comes home to me every night. No longer did I stay up awake at night because I could not sleep without her body next to mine. She has always been my reason, since I realized I loved her when I was sixteen, my thoughts of her were what kept me going. Through the last year of the war, through my depression, my relapses, through everything.

And as long as she is there. I can go on.

My Ginny