At first I had great big plans for this story, but as I figured out a while ago sometimes my stories just like to take me on its own world. Though I wont say its bad for a first try. I'm actually quite proud of Revelation, really. I still stand by what I said in the beginning, if any of you have comments, concerns, or just plain inputs then please review, tell me how I did, whether its something wrong or good (here's hoping for good things). I want to know what the people who gave this story a chance really think. Depending on the comments that I will or will not get, there might be a sequel.

EPILOGE

Harrys POV

"Draco, you cant just hex anyone that comes near me!" I said in exasperation.

We were in the outside courtyard, having lunch on the lawn. Its been a couple weeks since the 'accident' and a lot has happened since then. A few of the Wild Tamers were tested after waking up and raving about Grim Reapers eating their souls. Turns out they were magical. No one knows how or why they were excluded from the Hogwarts registry, though many (namely McGonagall) had excellent theories. Like how they were bypassed due to not having enough power to preform a simple levi corpus. It was a plausible explanation. They weren't very powerful and were excluded from schooling though their names never left the archive of New Magics. It was always a curiosity when that happened; the Archive was only for those with abilities that make them magical. They had to have something! And they did, each of them have some form of special talent. Stuff like element control or moving things with just a thought. Merlin, one guy even flew...without a broom. He was the Tamer that had all the girls scared to wear skirts around him, said that when he looks at you the air somehow always blows it away. Anyway, Kinsley had taken it in stride and is even now having a school built for the sake of any other child with their magical core singled. He has some of his most trusted out looking for others, planning to have them teach there, I bet. Ginny thankfully got reassigned to somewhere in the UK after she tried to slip Draco a hate potion. Apparently she thought Draco was obviously just using me for some nefarious deed and it was her duty as the "future Mrs. Potter" (I barfed) to make everyone see that. Personally I thought she would have been better off in St. Mungo's psychiatric ward. Oh well, we can't all get what we want.

Speaking off, it was way easier to get Draco then I initially thought. Well, at least after I convinced him that I truly did like him and wanted a relationship. It was in no way out of pity! How he even came to that conclusion is way beyond my understanding... DRAGONS! Once that was established (not an easy feat let me assure you. He fought tooth and nail and the things I had to endure to get him to even listen to me...its a good thing I do like him so much..geez but I blame his slytherin paranoia) I took him out for various dates and when I finally poped the "L" word out; he started to laugh. I admit at first I had serious second thoughts. Was this too early? Were we going too fast? I didn't get to doubt any more than that before he kissed me. Naturally we kissed before, but that was the first time he actually initiated it. It wasn't always that he was sweet or insecure with the passions of his heart like the first time in his bedroom when I finally got a second alone with him; I could feel his emotions as if they he had told me from his very soul. This was one of those times. Through that one movement I could finally see his fears and insecurities and swallow them with my kiss and beat them with my caressing hands. I could feel his relief and pure joy and love just flow and ebb. I finally saw the fireworks and felt the sparks that all those soap operas talked about, both magical and muggle. I didn't need his verbal confirmation that would have required him to stop. Our relationship only grew from there. They're was still the occasional fight and many really didn't approve but sod it all we did not care. We were happy and content... and as much as I hate to admit it, possessive.

"I don't hex everyone that comes near you... just the ones with wandering hands. Personally I think I have every right to hex and ask questions later, hellllooo boyfriend!" he waved his hands exaggeratedly in the air near my face, pouting at me like I forgot that particular fact. I really couldn't stay mad. Still...

"Regardless, hexing them isn't exacltly going to give them a good impression of magical folk." I stated quite reasonably if I do say so myself.

I hate it when he arches that brow. I never win when he arches the brow. Not that it's a competition mind you.

" Oh, and where was this attitude when the hottest guy in school suddenly came down with a grotesque case of acne? Hmmm!" I knew he noticed that. Git was probably just waiting for the right time to mention it.

"Okay, so I might have overreacted a tad bit."

"A bit? I go no farther than a mild stinging hex, that poor boy had to spend a week in self-imposed exile." I shifted my eyes.

"It wasn't that bad?" His other brow rised to meet the first one and I could tell he was fighting an all too inappropriate laugh.

"Harry, even his balls had pimples."

II crossed my arms and pouted. It wasn't as if he didn't deserve it. I even gave that cocky, arrogant, self-centered bastard of a git fair warning. Glares, scowls, I even flat out told him to keep. Off. MY. Man. Its not my fault he wouldn't listen. Must have had some Nargels camping in his brain...

I should've known better than to do a blood sibling adoption with Luna.

"...fine. Its not like the school is magic blinded anymore anyway." He let loose a chuckle and I sulked. I loved this part of our relationship. I can be just as sub as I am dom. Same with him. We were equals. And I loved that about him, about us. Oh I wasn't stupid. Those Voldorky followers had yet to be caught and most of the school was still skeptical about magic. We had to be extra careful in treading now. Already we have the Wild Tamers on our side (minus Rocks, Piers and those stupid enough to still follow him) and they were spreading the word. Some was good, some was bad(Rocks, Piers and their loyal hounds). Out of the students they were some who believed and were scared. They were some who believed and wanted more information; and then they were those that flat out refused to accept the rumors and viral videos being passed around.

Don't ask how they got the video, because I could not tell you.

Well, it was a start and it was decided at the last weekend meeting to work our way from group to group. Granted hexing people wasn't going to help with that. In fact, we were sure to get the lecture of a lifetime come Friday.

Excpecially, starting with the scared group?! ...damn my consciousness. I sighed.

"We have to stop all hexing don't we?" Draco, my sweet dragon when he wants to be pulled me in for a hug.

"Huff, sadly yes that would be a start. Completely muggleized unless dire circumstances are provided." He didn't sound too happy about it either. I perked up and grinned as an idea formed.

"We can still prank can't we?" His answering grin had a few of our wayward classmates running. Who needed magic? We had brains.