Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters and locations. No money was made either. The only thing I got outa this was a really good time. Heck of a time.

Warnings: AU after book 5 and spoilers for books 1-5. Slash. M/M. Harry/Snape

A/N: Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea grevia culpa. I messed up at the end of my last chapter and said prologue instead of epilogue. Several people pointed this out to me and I just felt about three inches tall. I promise I know the difference between an epilogue and a prologue. That's the last time I write at 4 in the morning. It is fixed now.

Ok, one more time:

On with the show!

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Epilogue: It's Normal

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Just as every story should have a bold opening statement it so too should have an ending that brings closure.

A final curtain call.

An ending.

The most famous of these has been employed by countless stories for countless years and is known in several languages and cultures. It is a classic.

"And they lived happily ever after."

This phrase—or one very similar—is the ending we most associate with a fairy tale; where the hero always wins, the sun is always shining and it seems like one would need to see a dentist because everything is so sweet. Well, like it or not, what we have here is indeed a fairy tale and by that I mean a tale about a particular green eyed fairy. Though a pun was never an intention it should be noted that the joke was inevitable. However silly it may be. But is 'And they lived happily ever after' really an appropriate ending for this fairy tale? Sadly, happily ever after doesn't happen. It can't.

Now before I am tarred and feathered and called an unromantic stick in the mud, please, let me explain. "Ever after" is like saying "always" and "never". The world is never that black and white. For life to be experienced there must be both good and bad. Yin and yang.

Balance.

But then here we are. Still looking for that closure that every story needs. If we cannot reach it with 'happily every after' then what do we use? What do we hope for?

It's simple.

How about this:

All any of us can hope for—and what is the most wonderful thing in the world—is when one can be simply happy in the moment they are in. True, some moments may not always be great, in fact some may be down right lousy, but when one can find the reason in even the worst of moments and in turn better appreciate the good then that is better than any old happily ever after because let's face it, if the world was always sunshine and gum drops things would get pretty boring. One could very well loose what it means to be truly happy if that is all they feel.

Happiness doesn't come from forever, but from the moments. The little things.

So with this let us conclude at least this part of our fairy's tale with one such moment in the not too distant future.

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The first glimmer of sunlight was flickering through the bedroom window of the small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade that one green eyed, short stature fairy by the name of Harry had recently came into ownership of. It was very early in the morning and Harry was starting to wake up.

Harry hated mornings.

Oh yea, that has already been said. Well, it bears repeating. So why was the winged young man beginning to stir from his peaceful slumber? The answer is really quite easy to understand.

His mattress was moving.

'Wait....mattresses don't move...' Harry pondered sleepily as consciousness slowly but surely took over. 'At least not the good kind I bet. Maybe I am imagining things. Mornings can do that to you. Evil time of the day.' Yes, that was it. The early hours were playing tricks with him.

His mattress moved again.

'Am I still sure it's just mornings messing with me?' His mattress had never moved before. While abnormal things were apart of his everyday existence he had never encountered just a thing as an inanimate object coming to life of his own accord. Wait, what was he thinking? Of course something like this would happen to him. It stood to reason though that his mattress that he had been sleeping on and had been for over a month had never once moved until this morning. Perhaps it was only a matter of—

There it was again!

'I really hope I am just going crazy' Harry thought as he opened his eyes. He lifted and turned his head and discovered that he wasn't going crazy and it wasn't evil mornings messing with him.

His mattress was alive.

Wait...What?

And it had dark, piercing eyes that were peering right into his green ones.

Mattresses don't have eyes. Not the normal ones anyway.

"Sleep well?" Severus asked.

Maybe mornings weren't so evil. Especially if mornings started out like this. He also really really liked this mattress. He stayed where he was at on his stomach atop his breathing bed.

"Fine...really fine. You?" Harry croaked. His voice rough from sleep.

"Other than the fact that your glorious weight has put my right foot to sleep I cannot complain."

Harry groaned, "You use too big of words for this early in the morning."

"My apologies," Severus replied as he ran his hand down Harry's side. The fairy still felt little zips of energy every time the older man touched one of the swirling black marks that covered him now, "Are you aware that you slept all night with your wings out?"

Harry gave his wings a slight flutter. So he had. Severus's hand was still traveling a path down his body and Harry began to blush as the hand met no resistance of cloths but only bare skin. The only thing Harry was wearing was his necklace with the clover flower charm. Despite his self consciousness he continued to look into the taller man's eyes. Severus's hand finally reached as far as it could go down Harry's side only to bring it back and begin the trail anew. Finally Severus interrupted the silence.

"Are you also aware that you hum in your sleep?"

Harry's smile was ear to ear. He gave a small giggle and finally broke the long held eye contact to lay his head back down on the potion master's unclad chest. He felt a pair of lips brush the top of his head.

"Yea..." our fairy finally said, "It's normal."

And they lived happily in that moment.

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Wow. I'm done! I just wanted to say thank you just one more time to all of those who have reviewed. Some of ya'll are repeat reviewers and I just love to keep hearing from you guys!

The results I got when I asked whether or not I should write a sequel to Of Pixie Dust and Clapping Your Hands were overwhelming. So yes, I am definitely going to continue this story with a sequel. Just have one problem.

I never really planned on a sequel. This was a flash in the pan, just-for-grins-and-giggles kind of thing when it started. So now that more is needed I have no idea what that more should be. *Insert random giggle*. So while there will be a sequel it may be a little while coming.

If there is something you want to see just drop me a line. I have already had a few tell me what they hope happens in the sequel. I can make no guarantees since I can't please everybody, but I would love the input. If something gets a lot of votes then I will try to work it in. And if I get no input then it will all be left to my wicked ways. Mwah-ha ha ha! Oh...I mean I will just have to think of something.

Thanks again! Oh yea, I said I would thank people just one more time. Oh well. One more time can't hurt.