Author's Note: I'm so glad you stuck through until the end with this one. It's been wonderful writing. Enjoy this epilogue. This is where I leave this story, there will be no sequels. For the final time of this story, anything you recognize as J.K. Rowling's is hers, and Happy Reading!
"Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember.
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair,
That you twirled in your fingers."
"Hands Down"-Dashboard Confessional
Epilogue:
We were standing on platform 9 ¾ watching our sons and daughters prepare themselves for another year of school.
"Mum! Tell the twins that I don't have time to always be around them. I'm the Head Girl this year!" Medea whined as she pinned a badge to her Slytherin jumper.
"Help them as much as you can Medea. However, they are in their third year, they should have friends of their own." I said as I looked at my thirteen year old son and daughter respectively.
"Did you hear your mother?" Draco asked as he also looked at Althea and Orion. They were perfect little replicas of their father, and sometimes had the attitude to match.
"Yes we did." They chimed together.
"Hey Medea, they want us to start getting everybody on the train and then once we're heading out, we should do rounds." Scorpius mentioned to his older sister as he straightened his green and silver tie. He was a Slytherin prefect.
"What about me? What do I do?" Thaddeus, our youngest, asked Draco and I.
"It's your first year. You just get on the train. Get dressed a little before you get to the castle, and write home as soon as you've been sorted." Draco told him as he tousled his hair. Thaddeus looked just as Medea did as a child, only with shorter hair and less feminine.
"What if I'm not a Slytherin like them?"
"It doesn't matter. Just have a good year at school." Draco reassured him.
We watched as the five of them clambered onto the train. Once it had started to move we waved, and turned around to apparate back to the Mansion. It would be the first time in the fourteen years that it was ours that we would be alone in it.
"A sickle says he's a Slytherin." Draco wagered.
"I think he'll be a Ravenclaw." I answered. He was just as interested in knowledge as I was when I was younger, and he never connived like his older siblings.
Draco and I were getting ready to sleep, when Thaddeus's small owl (a gift for his eleventh birthday) tapped at the bedroom window. It dropped a small note on the bed.
Mum and Dad,
I'm not a Slytherin at all, but Christopher, my new friend is. I got placed into Gryffindor with Daisy. It'll be fun since Daisy and I are already best friends! I love you.
Thaddeus
"Well that was unexpected." I muttered.
"Our son is a Gryffindor?" Draco asked rereading the note expecting there to be some magic changing of the words.
"Yes, yes he is, and his best friend is Hermione and Ron Weasley's daughter. Wherever did we go wrong?" I answered with a smirk.
