Epilogue
Hermione Granger sat in front of the empty fireplace in her home in Hogsmeade. She gave her lessons the final touch and put them on her desk. She went to the window and looked outside, her fingers running over the warm glass of the window. A little boy was running through the garden, trying to catch a little doxy that had escaped from its cage. The boy's hair was almost blindening white in the sunlight.Hermione smiled, her little boy had grown a lot. Mentally, she counted the years that had past since that terrible event in June. Eleven years...she remembered that she was lying in the infirmary, when Dumbledore came inside, Fawkes in his shoulder. And the words he whispered to his bird, before he went to her to comfort her: Dont fail me, Fawkes...
Hermione left the drawing room and went to her son's bedroom. His schoolrobes were neatly piled up on his bed and his eagle owl was sleeping on his trunk. Hermione sighed, she hated to let her boy go, eventhough she would see him every day in the Great Hall. Tonight his education in the magical arts would begin. He would go directly to school, it would be stupid to take the Hogwarts Express. Hermione would return to Hogwarts too.
Dumbledore had sent her a letter to ask if she was interested in teaching Muggle Studies, the former teacher was going to retire. Hermione was very pleased to go back to Hogwarts. She had left it to go studying in the University of Wizarding Studies in Salem, America. She'd spent four years there, then she had taught squibs now and then, who had troubles learning magic.
Hermione looked on a clock, two more hours until the Hogwarts Express would arrive. She remembered that Harry would come to Hogwarts too tonight. She hadn't seen him in a long time and she couldn't wait to see him again. Tonight would be like if she was back in her schooldays.
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-That evening-
Hermione was sitting at the Head Table, chatting cosily with Harry and McGonagall. Sometimes, she overlooked the Great Hall and observed the students, which she knew none of. McGonagall excused herself and went away to fetch the Sorting Hat. Hermione was worried and wanted to check the hour again, when she felt to lips on her cheek. Her eyes met two grey ones and she smiled.
"Sorry to be so late, love, but I had a terribly long meeting. Did I miss anything?"
"No, you're lucky, otherwise I would hunt you down like a dog."
"Is that a threat, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco laughed, taking a seat next to Hermione.
Hermione said nothing but observed her husband. Still that pale face and the white hair. And still, after all these years, she couldn't take her eyes from him. She still thanked the Phoenix for saving him, before he could hit the cold rocks.
Hermione's attention was drawn by Dumbledore, who rose from his seat to give his annual speech. While he was talking to the students, the teachers were whispering something to eachother that Hermione couldn't understand.
When Dumbledore was finished and seated, McGonagall began the sorting ritual.
"Ackerley, Rose."
"Hufflepuf!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
"Capper, Ian."
"Ravenclaw!"
After a while, McGonagall reached the middle of the list.
"Malfoy, Gabriel." she said, with a promising smile to the couple.
The whispering at the Head Table errupted again, this time accompagnied by mumbling in the Great Hall: "Malfoy she said? Didn't his father defeat Voldemort?"
"Well, what do you say, Sprout?" Hooch said.
Professor Sprout looked from Hermione to Draco, and said: "Definitely a Gryffindor!"
"Potter?"
"I'll go for Gryffindor too." Harry smiled.
"What about you, Snape, wanna place a bet?" Hooch asked.
"How ridiculous your game may be, madam Hooch, I believe he'll be a Slytherin." Snape answered. Hermione looked bewildered from one to another, Draco just rolled his eyes.
Everyone became silent when the Sorting Hat, balancing on the little Malfoy, spoke:
"Though this is harder then I thought, a final decision will be brought. Yes he's cunning, yes he's brave, but he will be most safe...in...Gryffindor!"
"What?!?" Draco said, ignoring his wife's smile.
"Something wrong?" Hermione teased.
"There goes the ancient Malfoy tradition." Draco sighed.
"Nah, it was a lousy tradition, anyway." Harry shrugged next to him.
"Shut up Potter."
-*-* THE END *-*-
Hermione Granger sat in front of the empty fireplace in her home in Hogsmeade. She gave her lessons the final touch and put them on her desk. She went to the window and looked outside, her fingers running over the warm glass of the window. A little boy was running through the garden, trying to catch a little doxy that had escaped from its cage. The boy's hair was almost blindening white in the sunlight.Hermione smiled, her little boy had grown a lot. Mentally, she counted the years that had past since that terrible event in June. Eleven years...she remembered that she was lying in the infirmary, when Dumbledore came inside, Fawkes in his shoulder. And the words he whispered to his bird, before he went to her to comfort her: Dont fail me, Fawkes...
Hermione left the drawing room and went to her son's bedroom. His schoolrobes were neatly piled up on his bed and his eagle owl was sleeping on his trunk. Hermione sighed, she hated to let her boy go, eventhough she would see him every day in the Great Hall. Tonight his education in the magical arts would begin. He would go directly to school, it would be stupid to take the Hogwarts Express. Hermione would return to Hogwarts too.
Dumbledore had sent her a letter to ask if she was interested in teaching Muggle Studies, the former teacher was going to retire. Hermione was very pleased to go back to Hogwarts. She had left it to go studying in the University of Wizarding Studies in Salem, America. She'd spent four years there, then she had taught squibs now and then, who had troubles learning magic.
Hermione looked on a clock, two more hours until the Hogwarts Express would arrive. She remembered that Harry would come to Hogwarts too tonight. She hadn't seen him in a long time and she couldn't wait to see him again. Tonight would be like if she was back in her schooldays.
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-That evening-
Hermione was sitting at the Head Table, chatting cosily with Harry and McGonagall. Sometimes, she overlooked the Great Hall and observed the students, which she knew none of. McGonagall excused herself and went away to fetch the Sorting Hat. Hermione was worried and wanted to check the hour again, when she felt to lips on her cheek. Her eyes met two grey ones and she smiled.
"Sorry to be so late, love, but I had a terribly long meeting. Did I miss anything?"
"No, you're lucky, otherwise I would hunt you down like a dog."
"Is that a threat, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco laughed, taking a seat next to Hermione.
Hermione said nothing but observed her husband. Still that pale face and the white hair. And still, after all these years, she couldn't take her eyes from him. She still thanked the Phoenix for saving him, before he could hit the cold rocks.
Hermione's attention was drawn by Dumbledore, who rose from his seat to give his annual speech. While he was talking to the students, the teachers were whispering something to eachother that Hermione couldn't understand.
When Dumbledore was finished and seated, McGonagall began the sorting ritual.
"Ackerley, Rose."
"Hufflepuf!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
"Capper, Ian."
"Ravenclaw!"
After a while, McGonagall reached the middle of the list.
"Malfoy, Gabriel." she said, with a promising smile to the couple.
The whispering at the Head Table errupted again, this time accompagnied by mumbling in the Great Hall: "Malfoy she said? Didn't his father defeat Voldemort?"
"Well, what do you say, Sprout?" Hooch said.
Professor Sprout looked from Hermione to Draco, and said: "Definitely a Gryffindor!"
"Potter?"
"I'll go for Gryffindor too." Harry smiled.
"What about you, Snape, wanna place a bet?" Hooch asked.
"How ridiculous your game may be, madam Hooch, I believe he'll be a Slytherin." Snape answered. Hermione looked bewildered from one to another, Draco just rolled his eyes.
Everyone became silent when the Sorting Hat, balancing on the little Malfoy, spoke:
"Though this is harder then I thought, a final decision will be brought. Yes he's cunning, yes he's brave, but he will be most safe...in...Gryffindor!"
"What?!?" Draco said, ignoring his wife's smile.
"Something wrong?" Hermione teased.
"There goes the ancient Malfoy tradition." Draco sighed.
"Nah, it was a lousy tradition, anyway." Harry shrugged next to him.
"Shut up Potter."
-*-* THE END *-*-