Trillium

Epilogue

By Mell8

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Ginny and Blaise are standing together at the gate as I write this, father. And I—your son—I am standing over your grave again. It is the anniversary of your death for the sixth time since my loves killed you.

I cannot leave flowers because you do not deserve beauty. I cannot leave rocks, as some traditions dictate, because I pray that my remembrance of you will not be as unending as the strong stone. No, I refuse to bow down to you even in memory.

You tortured me, father, out of love and I loved you for it, but it was still torture. I suffer even now, knowing that I loved you and because of that love I almost lost the life I am living right now.

Ginny's pregnant, father, and even if the babe is Blaise's child I will still love it as my own. But if it is my child then it proves that I was correct when I said that propagating our line would only occur if we abandoned Voldemort. Because, just as I said he would, Voldemort lost.

Harry Potter is the savior of the Wizarding World and I am happy, so very, very happy, with my life now.

Blaise and I have gone into business together. Legitimate business. I know you must be rolling in your grave to know that I have abandoned all of your dealings with less than reputable characters. Ginny was a Quidditch star but now that she's pregnant Blaise and I won't let her play. One Bludger to the stomach and terrible things would happen.

Still, despite being pulled from her job, Ginny is very happy.

Blaise is happy too. His mother finally acknowledged that he exists. Of course, he had to earn more money than what she has saved in Gringotts through his job and prove that he was a rich member of society before that happened. Now even her newest and soon to be dead husband is willing to understand that just because his wife has a child doesn't mean that he has any obligations to fulfill.

And me, father? Well, I am happy. Our first child is on the way and there is peace in which to raise him or her. What more can I ask for?

Happiness, I think, does come from whom you are, like you always taught me. But you were wrong, father, in saying that others steal happiness from you. I have found happiness in Blaise and Ginny's arms and it is absolutely wonderful.

Mother is doing all right, although I'm sure you know that considering how often she visits your grave. She misses you terribly but would have been devastated if both of us had been dead. She understands why Blaise and Ginny killed you, honest. She even agrees with them most of the time.

Now I have some news that is sure to make you boil in agony down there.

I was invited to the Burrow, Ginny's family's home, this past weekend. Ever since they saw Ginny, Blaise, and I fight together, first against you and then later in the final war against Voldemort, both Molly and Arthur have been quite welcoming. They know a Wizards bond when they see it; they are purebloods from old magic families after all even if they didn't teach many of those values to their children.

They regret that now, I think. Ronald, their youngest, married that Muggleborn Hermione Granger that he's always been parading around with, so the Weasley line is no longer pure. Also, because they didn't teach their children about these bonds Ginny has been having a frightful time getting her siblings to see how happy we are together.

But all that doesn't matter because she has Blaise and I.

Will I ever get married, father? I don't know. Pansy has asked me no less than seventeen times, just as you wanted. I would love to marry Blaise and Ginny but there aren't any binding spells made for three. If you were alive you could have come up with something, father. You were always smart when it came to those sorts of things. Sometimes I do wish I were more like you, just so I could solve all these problems. But I also always have to worry that these thoughts are remnants of the spells and potions you plied me with. Will I ever be completely and totally free from your influence? Do I want to be? I'm not sure.

You should see the world as it is now, father. The Ministry is going through severe reform. There's no more bribery or work only for personal gain. We're even in contact with other Wizarding governments and international trade is filling the coffers of every Gringotts vault. It's a laugh, really, because no one in our world had ever even considered that there might be powerful countries with powerful Witches and Wizards outside of our own, and, as galling as it is for me to say, it was because of the Muggleborns that we even discovered it at all.

Voldemort did something good for us in the end, as hard as that is to believe. He unified our world so we all, pureblood, halfblood, and mudblood, stood together against him. Now that he is gone we still stand together and the huge rifts in our society are fading.

It's getting cold now and I don't want Ginny to take a chill so I'm going to go. I don't know if you'll ever see me again, if I'll ever visit again, so please watch over me from wherever you are. I wish that even though I did not become the creation you hoped I would be that I still make you proud.

I love you father. Goodbye.

III

Draco Malfoy bent over to kiss the tombstone before rising and ripping the page he had been writing on out of the journal. He dug a little hole in the ground and buried it.

When he returned to Ginny and Blaise his cheeks were dry and there was a smile on his face. As he took their hands it seemed like a great weight lifted off all three of them; a feeling of guilt assuaged or just the feeling of full completeness and of being together.

Draco knew that the rest of their lives would be wonderful so he smiled brightly and walked away from the graves with his little family of four.

The End

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A.N. Yep, that's it! I'm sorry this was so late in coming out. I was having a lot of trouble getting Draco's personality right. Anyway, I really hope you liked my story. Thank you so much to every reviewer, particularly all those (there are too many, and I'm too lazy, to name them all) who reviewed every chapter. I really appreciate it. All of your comments were taken to heart.

So review one last time and tell me what you thought of the epilogue and what you thought of the whole story!

Thanks again,

Mell8