Epilogue
I would like to take a moment to thank a special person for opening my eyes and inspiring me to write this story: My husband, Draco.
We married and fulfilled our premonition, though I would have wanted to even if it hadn't been predicted. We've grown up quite a bit since our Hogwarts days. He's told me many times that people in general need to know he isn't the beast he's gotten a reputation for. I've told him they need to know how much of a spoiled brat he was.
He tells me every day that he loved me all along and I always respond with "I know." That is a large factor in why I wrote this semi-autobiography. The real Draco isn't as cruel as he's been awarded, even if he likes to believe he is. He isn't that way toward me. He's very misunderstood and I'm glad I eventually grew to believe that.
This past year we welcomed our first child into the wizarding world: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. A beautiful name don't you think? He's beautiful just like his father.
I look forward to the day we welcome our twin daughters but I haven't told him about that yet. Nor have I told him I foresaw our son marrying a Weasley, we'll just let that play out on its own. It could make for a nice bit of entertainment.
Love,
Persephone, lover of Hades.