CHAPTER TWENTY SIX- The End

"Dad," his son Scorpius said from the doorway of their bedroom hours later, "mum's driving." Draco turned to look at his son. His son looked like a younger version of himself, but he had his mothers eyes. And right now they were filled with fear.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I'll be right down, Scorp," he said. His son nodded and disappeared down the hall. He straightened his tie and gave himself a once over in the mirror.

He looked good for a man of thirty-six. Having raised three children (one being his cousin) and lived with a jello obsessed wife, who for the life of her, couldn't drive in Britain because, "everything is on the wrong side of the blasted road".

He left the room, heading downstairs. The walls of the mansion were so much more alive. It was a warm place now, it was bright and cheerful. After his parents had decided to move to a place much warmer than Britain, they had inherited the mansion. Evangeline had promptly began 'remodeling'.

The floors had warm carpets, the wall had bright paintings. Somehow she had managed to get the place looking happy for once. Slytherin house symbols were no longer a predominant part of the decor. They were still there, but not in a way that it screamed Slytherin.

Being married to Evangeline also meant going to the Weasley burrow every year. Mostly at Christmas. He didn't particularly like it, but it was growing on him. And Scorpius and Libra loved it. He also had to endure it when Hermione Weasley and Ginny Potter came over every so often. But if it made her happy, it was fine with him.

He would never admit it, but, he actually liked her friends. Draco would never be chummy with them, but he didn't mind being around them.

Draco went out the doors, and down the steps to where the black muggle car they owned waited in the drive. Scorpius, who had yet to get in, ran a finger across his throat and crossed his fingers.

Draco shot him a warning look as his wife rolled down the passenger side window and leaned over so that her head appeared.

"Hop in, we're running late."

"Angel-"

"Draco, we're nothaving this discussion now. If you wanted to drive you would have gotten here sooner." He sighed and got in, fastening his seat belt and gripping the door for dear life. He looked over at her, as she fiddled with the controls.

She hadn't aged much in the past nineteen years. She had a few gray hairs but she still looked young. Such was the luck of magical blood. The tips of her hair were dyed orange today.

Draco looked back at his children, who like him, gripped anything they could find. Libra was three years younger that Scorpius and upset that she couldn't go to Hogwarts yet. Her black hair was hiding her face as she sulked. Libra had gotten his eyes.

Evangeline put the car in drive, and they shot forward, then slammed to a stop. Scorpius and Libra screamed in the backseat.

"Whoops," she laughed nervously. "Wrong pedal." She eased forward and the car rolled forward and down the lane smoothly. They kept silent as she concentrated, pulled onto the main road and smiled.

"Mum," Scorpius said nervously from the back. "Can dad drive?" Her blue eyes flashed up to the rear view mirror.

"You want dad to drive?"

He nodded.

"Sorry, sweetie."

Scorpius slumped in his seat, looking a little green as they sped down the road, towards London.

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The train station was as he remembered it. Bustling with muggles trying to board trains, and get to their destinations. It had taken him a long time to change after the war. it wasn't just a flip the switch and now he's a muggle loving wizard. He had after all grown up under his father's ideology, and beliefs. But now he could say he viewed muggles a whole lot differently.

Even that Hermione Gran- Weasley, who tried to pass the house elf act that would give them more rights. He'd accepted that, even though the act never passed. But right now his daughter was clinging to his arm with wide curious eyes that reminded him so much of Evangeline's curious nature. Scorpius was pushing a trolley ahead of them, making his way to the pillar that the signs 9 and 10 hung from either side.

Evangeline put her hand on Scorpius's shoulders and leaned down to his ear.

"Just run straight at that wall, and we'll meet you on the other side," she said in an encouraging tone. His son glanced at him with a small frown before following his mother's advice. The blond boy ran at the wall and at the last second where it seemed like he might just hit it, he passed through the brick completely.

Draco took Evangeline's hand, and together with Libra, ran at the wall. It was like passing through a veil. But once on the other side Draco could see the scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express, and memories came rushing back. Some bitter, some sweet.

He led his son away so that they could load his trunk and owl, before they silently went back to Evangeline and Libra. But another persons was standing next to his wife and the two were talking excitedly.

"Draco!" the blond woman greeted in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Luna," he replied, a smile forming on his lips. Luna hadn't let the war age her from the dreamy girl she was in Hogwarts. She still had the long hair, dreamy eyes, and still wore those radish earings. Only now, she had a small daughter that resembled her, standing before them, who also was going to Hogwarts for her first time. Except this little girl also resembled her father, with his dark hair.

"And how is Neville?" he asked. Luna beamed at him.

"He's at Hogwarts, preparing for the year. He wanted to be here to see, Letty off, but he couldn't make it," Luna explained.

"Oh," Evangeline murmured with slight disappointment. "Well, let Neville know we would like to see him again."

"I will," Luna said, and then walked away with Letty towards the train. Draco turned to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. Then she turned to Scorpius, an arm wrapped around Libra's shoulders as she cried into her mother's pants.

"All set, sweetie?"

Scorpius looked like he wanted to tell her to stop calling him 'sweetie', but just nodded instead. "Yes, mum."

"You be good this year and get good grades, and for heavens sake, don't do anything I wouldn't do," she added. Draco almost laughed at her advice, almost.

Scorpius gave her a skeptical look. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, and hugged her tightly. Then he pulled away and turned to him.

Ever since he had been born Draco had been very nervous about being a father. He didn't want to be like his father, he didn't want his son to end up like him. But after countless times of being reassured by Evangeline, and having Scorpius hug him, definitely made him know that he had succeeded in not being his father.

"Bye, Dad," Scorpius said.

"Take care of yourself, Scorp," he told his son. Then he pulled away and looked at him sternly.

"Slytherin, Scorp. Slytherin," he said in a lowered voice so that Evangeline wouldn't hear.

The long running argument in their home had been which house their son would be placed into. Although houses no longer really mattered at Hogwarts, it still was fun to bet on where Scorpius would be placed. Evangeline was convinced that he would be in Gryffindor. Draco naturally wanted him in Slytherin. So, Scorpius had dealt with both, and knew that one parent would be left disappointed. At this point, Draco was sure that Scorpius just wanted to be put in Hufflepuff to spite them.

"Dad," Scorpius moaned, "I know."

Draco nodded and looked up when Evangeline poked him in the ribs. His eyes traveled across the station, and the gathered families only to land on a small group of people that he knew well.

Harry Potter stood with his family, his wife Ginny and their three children, James, Albus and Lily. Beside them stood Ron Weasley and his wife Hermione with their two children, Rose and Hugo.

Despite him marrying their friend, his relationship with the golden trio had never really blossomed. Evangeline did invite them over for dinner and Christmas, but Draco had never really been 'mates' with them. But they did get along well after countless years of visits.

He nodded in their direction, knowing that right now, he just wanted to be there to send his son off, and that they would have time later to greet each other. Evangeline waved to them happily and then turned back to Scorpius.

"You be nice to Rosie, Scorp," she warned. "No more teasing."

"Mum!"

"But do try and get better grades than her, I'd like to hear Hermione gripe," she said with an evil looking smile. Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"Draco! Ev!" a bright voice called through the noise ridden air. They turned and saw Verity approach them with a gob-smacked looked Derrik in tow. Her black hair was pulled back into a series of tight braids along the side of her head, and left loose around her neck. Her eyes were dark with eyeliner and eyeshadow, and she sported a new piercing on her right ear. Luckily she had the sense not to tattoo her skin with large ugly pictures.

She hugged Evangeline, who shot him a warning look as Derrik approached him and shook his hand.

"Scorp!" Verity squealed, pulling him into a tight hug, "look at you! Going off to Hogwarts. My little nephew is all grown up!"

"I'm not your nephew, Ver," Scorpius grumbled.

She sniffed playfully and then hugged Draco.

"Just wanted to see him off, it is a big day after all," she told him. The engine's whistle filled the air and for a moment Scorpius looked panicked. His mother pulled him into a tight hug and ran her hand over his head and down his arms. It was a reassuring for them both. Evangeline, despite all her protests, had been dreading this moment for months. He saw it in the way she meticulously got Scorpius's school supplies, ordered his robes, cooked his meals in the last few weeks. The way she hugged him even longer each day.

"Off you go then, Scorp," she said motioning for him to get on the train. "And don't forget to write, every day."

"I love you, mum," Scorpius said before getting onto the train and disappearing in the crowd of bustling students. Evangeline let out a muffled cry and Draco wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Libra still clinging to her legs and peering at the train to try and get a glimpse of her brother.

Then Scorpius reappeared leaning out a compartment window, waving his hands towards them as the last whistle filled the air. Draco waved as the train began to pull out of the station, and he felt Evangeline almost pull away but she stopped herself, and settled for blowing their son kisses as the train pulled away.

When the train finally pulled out of the station, and the families began to leave, Verity and Derrik said their goodbyes, and their family of three went back out to the car. Draco got in the drivers seat, putting the key into the ignition.

"He's so grown up now," Evangeline sighed. "And he'll grow up more."

"Scorp will be alright," Draco reassured her, gripping her hand tightly in his. Libra sniffled in the back, and he sent her a smile. "Don't worry, Lib. He'll be home for Christmas."

She nodded her head, her hair bouncing in its pony tail. Libra whipped her tears and offered him a hopeful smile.

"Just think of all the trouble our son will cause," Evangeline said almost gleefully. Draco groaned. She smiled at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Ready to go home, Libbie?" she asked their daughter. Libra smiled brightly at them.

"Yes, mommy," she replied. "Can I write a letter to Scorp too?"

"Of course," she said. Draco smiled and pulled away from the station. The next few years would certainly not be dull, and full of excitement. And he wouldn't change it for the world.

THE END

Finally! The sweet and bitter end! I hope that you all enjoyed this story. Because I have enjoyed writing it. And yes, I gave Neville and Luna a daughter, Letty Longbottom. And gave Draco another child. Hope that wasn't too audacious of me.

Forever a devoted writer, and aspiring artist, filimeala.

~Ciao