A/N: Okay, you peoples twisted my arm, heres a better epilogue. (I hope)

Chapter 7: Epilogue, Discontinued Story

Cho eventually admitted to attacking Hermione. It was after Harry, consumed with depression, attempted to commit suicide. Harry lay in the Hospital Wing, Cho sobbing at his side, when she finally whispered, "I attacked Hermione. I wanted you all to myself" She thought Harry was still asleep, but he was pretending. When he eventually opened his eyes, he demanded to see Hermione, who, reluctantly, came to the infirmary to see him. He told her what Cho had said, he begged for forgiveness, and she went to see the Headmaster. She returned to see him, telling him that Professor Dumbledore had known all along that Cho was the attacker, but had wanted Hermione and Harry to figure it out for themselves.

Hermione instantly forgave Harry and tried to get back with him. After talking to Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Sirius and Mr Weasley, Harry decided that if Hermione had really loved him, then she would have believed him right from the start, and Harry wouldn't have had to convince Hermione that he would never attack her.

Hermione travelled the world, and when she eventually returned to England just before her thirtieth birthday, Harry was at the Burrow for dinner when she arrived there. After talking for hours, trying to figure out how to make things how they used to be.
They admitted to the fact that they were both totally in love with each other, but decided to take it slowly, and learn to love each other in a way that they had neglected last time.

On Hermione's thirty-second birthday, Harry proposed, she eagerly accepted and they married in an intimate ceremony with their closest friends and family at Godric's Hollow, which Harry had rebuilt after he had finished Hogwarts.

Today was Harry's sixtieth birthday, and he stood, trying to smooth out his messy black hair that was slightly streaked with grey. Each of his three children were attending the party, and as well as the Weasleys, and many others of Harry's friends.

His oldest child, Jessica Lily, had recently turned twenty eight, and was attending the party with her husband, Scorpius Malfoy, and their two children, Nina, who was 9 and Desmond, who was almost 7. Jessica was a healer, and Scorpius was an Auror like his father in law. Jessica had red hair and emerald eyes; she bore a striking resemblance to her grandmother, Lily.

Jessica's six minute younger twin sister, Amanda Harmony, and her husband, Kane Thomas, was coming from France with her only child, Damien Harry, who was eleven and about to start at Beauxbatons. Amanda had become a journalist for Witch Weekly, and Kane was an Unspeakable based in France. Amanda had her mothers chocolate eyes and her father messy black hair.

Harry and Hermione's son, James Sirius, who was twenty-one, last December, was coming with his girlfriend, Vanessa Weasley, Percy and Penelope's youngest daughter. They had a newborn son, Regan Percival. James had worked hard and had become a Chaser for the English Quidditch Team. Vanessa was a healer and trained under Jessica. James' striking emerald eyes and sleek brown hair caught the eyes of many Quidditch fan-girls, and he was a popular pin-up for teenage girls all over England.

Harry was excited. He hadn't seen Amanda, Kane and Damien since Christmas, whereas Jessica, Scorpius, Nina, Desmond, James, Vanessa and Regan came for dinner every Sunday night.

Sirius had never actually met a nice witch like he wanted to. He joked with his godsons children, saying that "Being a convicted murderer must be a bit of a turn off, even if you always were innocent." And it always made the kids laugh.

Cho had never spoken to Harry or Hermione since she admitted to attacking Hermione. Her parents quickly transferred her to Beauxbatons, and she graduated and became a French gossip magazine reporter in the muggle world.

A/N: This is the last ever chapter of The Chosen One. This, and Reign of Hogwarts, were my first ever fanfics, and I would like to thank each and everyone of you for your support, even if you didn't reveiw. And since I've finished it, it doesn't mean I don't want reveiws anymore!

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(I'm still attempting to write Writings from the soul of my mother and Nik and Shi Adventures in my small amount of spare time.)