'Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road towards the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages rattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly and the red-headed girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers touching her father's arm.'

That was how our morning started, except that our little girl was the one who was going to Hogwarts for the first time, and our little boy was the one trailing tearfully behind. Flora Elspeth Potter was walking ahead confidently, her brown hair swinging, and James Jasper Potter was clinging to Harry's arm, a mini version of him.

I smiled at Harry, unable to believe we'd come this far since he was fourteen and I was fifteen. Voldemort had come back using some other enemy's blood, and Harry had defeated him in his seventh year, me beside him. Sure, I'd only been at year three level then, but I'd learned really fast and had had some extra help from Harry and my friends. I'd even managed to skip my fifth year and go directly into sixth year.

After I had finished high school in the muggle world, I went to university and got an English degree, then proceeded to Hogwarts. I now wrote stories for muggle and wizard kids, and I couldn't be happier.

Harry proposed the day I graduated from Hogwarts, not wasting any time, and of course I said yes.

Ron and Hermione were already married, and so were Adel and Terry Boot. Eden and Honora had broken up for several years, but eventually got back together at mine and Harry's wedding, which I was very happy about. With me in the picture, Ginny ended up with Rolf Scamander, and Neville and Luna got together after the Battle of Hogwarts, and just got engaged last week. I was so happy, I'd always shipped them.

Ella and I had visited each other plenty of times since we were fifteen, both in the muggle world and in the wizarding world. We were still best friends, and she had texted me the night before to tell me she thinks her boyfriend was going to propose soon. Apparently he left a trail of very obvious clues on their special date a couple nights ago.

I linked my arm through Harry's and we walked through the brick wall separating platforms nine and ten onto Platform nine and three-quarters. It was 10:52, and Harry and I were looking around for Ron and Hermione, when Hugo came running through the crowd and grabbed Flora's hand.

"Come on, you can sit with me!"

I smiled, following the kids. James had run off after them, trying to catch up. He always wanted to tag along with Flora wherever she went.

Harry folded our arms out and held my hand instead. Even though we'd been married for thirteen years, my stomach still flipped every time Harry touched me or looked at me a certain way. I liked it.

I finally saw Hermione waving us over, and Harry and I walked faster to meet them. We all exchanged hugs while Flora, James, and Hugo talked around us. Rose had disappeared with some of her school friends.

"I can't believe Rose is already going into fifth year!" I exclaimed to Hermione.

"Oh, I believe it. She sometimes outsmarts even me." Hermione laughed. Ron kissed his wife on the cheek, and announced,

"You all better get on the train before you miss it!"

Flora came running over for a hug, and I whispered in her ear.

"I'll write you. Don't forget to let us know which house you're put in, and have fun!"

"Bye, Mom."

"I love you!" I called after her as she hugged her father quickly and boarded the train.

"Love you too!" She called back.

Ron and Hermione said goodbye to Hugo, and Rose came over for a last-minute hug too. James clung to my hand as he waved goodbye to his sister. The train started to move, and I raised my other hand to wave. As the train moved out of sight, I put it down.

Harry put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"She'll be fine. She's Flora."

"I know." I answered, tucking my head onto Harry's shoulder.

I had dreamed of this life for so long, written fanfictions about it, and now it was finally a reality.

As for the blank book Dumbledore had given me all those years ago, it was now a quarter full, recording mine and Harry's story from the time we were teenagers until now. It would continue to remember our lives in words, waiting for our great-great-grandchildren to read and continue what was prophesied to happen.

"All was well."