A.N. I added one last outfit for Talia for this chapter, just for fun. Enjoy the last chapter!

The Epilogue

"Quinn! Quit flirting with the Finnigan boy, you'll have time for that once you're on the train! She definitely takes after you, Draco." I added.

"That's my girl. Although, she could do better." He said.

"Oh, come on! You'd say that about any boy who showed any interest at all in either of your daughters." I said. I was trying to hurry along my family before we missed the train, but they were all distracted.

"Harley, could you get your sister?" Draco said to our other daughter, who was walking ahead of us. It was her first year at Hogwarts, and rather than scared, she was extremely eager. I could hardly believe it had been nearly nineteen years since we were there as students.

"Ugh. Fine." She said. She was eleven, as well as her twin brother, and our other daughter was fifteen.

"Mum, can you fix my tie quick?" Scorpius asked me. I fixed his tie, smoothed back his hair, and he went along to join his sisters.

"If that boy gets teased for being named 'Scorpius', I'm blaming you." I told Draco, watching our children squabble.

"Oh, please. It's a good, strong name."

"Oh, I suppose." I said, humoring him. He turned to me with mock hurt.

"What do you have against the name I chose for my son?" He asked.

"Nothing! I think it will guarantee a spot for him in Slytherin House, though." I said, glancing at my son.

"And what's wrong with Slytherin House?" He asked, inching closer to me. I laughed.

"They can't be trusted!" I teased, leaning in to give him a kiss.

"Ew, gross!" Quinn shouted.

"Yeah, get a room guys." Harley said as all three of them went past us. We chuckled.

"And anyway, you're the one that insisted on naming our daughters Harley and Quinn. Don't be judging me." Draco said, his arm around me as we followed our kids.

"I like those names!" I said, laughing. We stopped and looked at each other, smiling. And then we looked at our children, with love flooding our every feature.

"I know. I think they're perfect." He said.

"Our kids turned out pretty great." I said, watching our children. I laughed as our twins started to have a fake light saber battle, and then glanced over to Quinn. She was flirting again, only this time it was with one of Dean Thomas's kids. He was really tall, just like his father, and was obviously part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Uh oh." I said, and Draco followed my gaze and laughed.

"I think she takes more after you than you think." He said, and I playfully hit his shoulder. The Hogwarts Express blew its whistle, meaning it would be leaving in five minutes.

"Kids, come get your stuff!" I shouted, and they all came back to get their trunks and pets. But before they ran off to join their friends, they all came over and hugged both of us for the last time until Christmas. It took all I had not to break down in tears right there, knowing that all my babies were leaving me. "Be safe. And have fun." I said to them.

"But not the same kind of fun your mother did." Someone said as they passed us, and I saw Kayla and Blaise walk by with their son. Kayla's belly was growing bigger every day, another baby on the way. Our sons met up with each other and got onto the train, while my daughters stayed with us a minute more. I turned to Harley.

"And don't worry about what houses you get sorted into, alright? It doesn't matter to me one bit."

"Yeah, your sister got sorted into Hufflepuff, and I still like her." Draco said, and we all laughed. Except for Quinn. She just smiled and rolled her eyes, and left with Harley. And just like that, they were gone. I looked down the platform and saw Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, all saying goodbye to their kids. I waved, and they all smiled and waved back. We'd be meeting them later that week for lunch. Draco put his arm around my shoulders, and I put mine around his waist, and we watched the train leave the platform completely before turning to go.

"Come on, we need to get you back to the office, Healer Malfoy." I said, and the four of us started to leave. "Kay, Blaise, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" I asked them. They both nodded.

"Bright and early!" Kayla said, waddling a little slower than the rest of us, making us walk a little slower as well.

"Kayla, you're six months pregnant. You are allowed to sleep in once in a while." Blaise said.

"Absolutely not! That book store cannot function without me!" She whined, but it didn't matter.

"I'll be there all morning, Kayla. And, speaking as both of your bosses, I'm telling you to not come in until at least noon. Alright? And Blaise will be right next door at the Bakery in case I need any help." I told her, and she nodded reluctantly, pouting. Kayla worked at the bookstore that was right next door to the bakery that Blaise worked at in Diagon Alley, both owned by me.

"In that case, I think we'll head home and take a nap." Blaise said, and they walked to their car. Both apparation and the Floo Network were too risky for her so late in her pregnancy. Then it was just me and Draco. We liked to walk when it was just the two of us. And anyway, St. Mungo's wasn't that far away. I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"I miss the kids already." I said. It was going to be hard to get used to an empty house. Draco stopped walking and stood in front of me, a smile on his face.

"Let's make another one." He said. I smiled.

"Okay." I said, grinning, and he started to walk a little faster toward his work. "Wait, right now?" I asked, but still smiling.

"Why not? My office is closer than our house. And it's not like I'm using my desk for anything else." He said, and I laughed. I caught up to him and kissed him, and then we started walking again.

"Hey, if it's a boy, can I name it?" I asked.

"What? No way! You got to name both the girls, at least let me have the boys!" He said, and I gave him an extremely cute pout.

"But I wanted to name him Jason Todd!" I whined.

"Seriously?" He asked, and I nodded. He sighed. "We'll talk about it. But later." He said, as we rushed to his office to make another child. Life was good, my family was safe, and I was the happiest I'd been since I was eight years old.

All was well.