DISCLAIMER: If I owned the epilogue of Deathly Hallows… there wouldn't be a kid named Albus Severus, poor lad!

Seven Years Later…

The Wizarding Merlin Hall in London was the most crowded place I had ever seen. Rows and rows of seats were occupied by people from all over the world; enthusiasts and experts, critics and actors, directors and technicians, politicians and journalists, friends and family. Everyone was talking loudly, nervously and excitedly, the tension and expectations filling the atmosphere. Bets had been taken around the globe for weeks and tonight was the night, the WADA International Awards.

"And now, one of the most expected moments of the night," the MC said. "The category is… Best Actress of the Year."

The crowd clapped and cheered. I took Harry's hand, and he smiled at me trying to ease my nerves. Scarlett took my other hand and squealed, undermining the effects of my husband's calming smile.

"Presenting last year's holder of the award- Miss Scarlett Jones," the MC applauded, as Scarlett raised from my side, her seat in the first row, and climbed the steps while performing the sonorous charm on her throat. Her wonderful floor length red dress sparkled while showing the entirety of her back.

"Thank you, thank you all," she acknowledged the crowd's warm welcoming. "And the nominees are: Rosalind Hainsworth, for her role as Circe on Circe, the classical anonymous play."

The crowd cheered; I clapped politely. Even after all these years, Rosalind and I weren't very fond of each other.

"Charlotte Poquelin, for her role as Georgette Jourdain on Wand-Crossed Lovers by Valere Pernelle."

I clapped enthusiastically. I had enjoyed that play immensely. Harry pulled a face, jokingly; he had been bored to death.

"Iori Yoshizumi, for her role as Megumi Katsura on Autumn Leaves Are Not Golden, by Nobuhiro Ikari."

Much of the audience cheered, and I clapped along. I had missed that one during the festival, sadly.

"Atenea Duarte, for her role as Selene Suárez on Moonlight, Mother Pearl and Belladonna, by Sabrina Rodriguez."

I cheered quite shamelessly; I had adored it. My heart was pounding on my ears, my hands were hurting from all the applause and shaking. And I had seldom felt this sick.

"And finally, Lavinia Malfoy, for her role as Morgana on Morgana, by Perseus Featherworth."

From the stage, Scarlett smiled brightly at me as she received the closed envelope that contained the answer. I could see her hands shaking as badly as mine as she opened the seal. She read the name, and smiled.

Harry grabbed my hand tighter. My mother, sitting behind me, grabbed my free hand and kissed it.

"And the award goes to…"

I took a big breath.

"LAVINIA MALFOY, Morgana!" Scarlett's voice resounded throughout the Wizarding Merlin Hall, as the crowd exploded in cheers and applause. I cried and laughed at the same time, my heart hammering fast and hard. Harry kissed me and my mother embraced me; flashes exploded like fireworks in front of my eyes.

I rose from my seat even though my legs could barely hold me. I faced the crowd and smiled to my family, sitting in the seats around me. My grandmother wiped a proud tear from her cheek, and I felt on the top of the world.

That sensation would only be multiplied by a hundred when I climbed to the stage and the entirety of the Hall was before me, applauding me and showing me their love. Scarlett hugged me once I reached her side, and she jumped up and down on her stilettos like a teenage girl of twenty-nine years old.

"I love you, I love you, oh, you did it! I'm so proud!" she kept repeating, the Sonorous Charm still active. She put the charm on my own throat and I had to dominate it despite my intense emotion. I had a lot to say to the audience.

Scarlett positioned me under the lights and gave me the wonderful diamond statuette, which I held like a treasure. I gazed into it for a moment and sighed before I faced the crowd, who settled down.

"Thank you," I started. "Thank you everyone. It's been a true honor to take part on the International Theatre Festival this year, and an even greater honor to be nominated for this award among such talented and great actresses," I pointed at them with my hand, and the audience cheered. "And I can't even tell you about winning," I laughed, and the crowd laughed with me. I looked at Harry, barely visible, and gathered strength.

"I want to personally thank Professor Kettleburn and director Theseus Ravensdale, who guided me from the very beginning," many applauded sincerely. There were a lot of actors who owed them both a lot in the Hall. "Of course, my almost sister Scarlett Jones," she hugged my waist and laughed, "who has accompanied me during the whole of my professional journey. My beautiful, supporting mother, Lucia Malfoy," the crowd clapped politely, "and the wonderful step father she brought from Canada, Mr. Francis Cranford and my brothers Matthew and Marcus, who have had to endure every performance," the audience laughed, and so did my step brother Matthew. My six-year-old half brother Marcus was looking at me with shiny, big eyes full of admiration. "My grandmother, Alcmene Malfoy, who I just saw wiping a tear from her cheek, now don't deny it," I half-joked, holding my own. "I worked very, very hard for that tear."

"I could never stop mentioning my late cousin Draco, without whom I would not be on this Earth. My aunts Aricia and Narcissa, my uncle Lucius, too. My friends and in-laws, Ron and Hermione especially," I smiled at them and they smiled back from their place- Hermione rubbing her big, round pregnant belly.

"And of course, my wonderful husband, Harry Potter," the audience cheered loudly, and I couldn't continue for several moments, "without whom I dare say many of us wouldn't be here," the crowd laughed nervously. "And there's one last little person."

"I'm afraid you won't see me on the stages next season." There was a sudden silence. I smiled as I saw the journalists getting their cameras ready, expectant. "Little Draco will arrive in six months," I confessed, caressing the slight bump hiding beneath my silver silk dress. The flashes exploded on my face and the crowd cheered once more, louder than ever, as I tried to say thank you once more but my words were hardly heard.

I came down from the stage and my husband embraced me happily. I held my award tightly against my chest and struggled not to cry. But even after all we had been through, it wasn't difficult. I was the Best Female Actress of the year and my life had always been my own personal stage.

Oh, that's it! That's the end! Hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you to those who stuck with me. I really really hope you liked the story enough to leave a nice review telling me you did.

I've been thinking about my next project- I've got a couple of ideas, but if you have any request, I'd love to read them! Maybe a Black family story? How would you feel about that? Have you got any suggestions, things to improve, anything at all that you think I should know before starting to write my next? Tell me! And I promise I'll put something new up soon.

Anyway, have fantastic holidays whatever you celebrate and an incredible 2010!