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This is it, readers! The final chapter and conclusion of Sorted Slytherin!

I never imagined people would read this and I want to thank everyone who has from the bottom of my heart.

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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE- The End

Voldemort and the dead Death Eater's bodies (including Bellatrix Lestrange's) were taken away from the other fallen witches and wizards. They mourned for those they lost and felt bittersweet victory. Wounds were being healed and Luna brought out all the younger children who were carrying food and drink.

People Hermione didn't even know most of the people who came to hug her and Malfoy. Even more people gave hugs to Harry and Ron. The castle was in ruins, everyone was in pain, but Hermione wouldn't rest until she found Isola.

Slowly everyone became silent and stepped aside for a man holding a baby in his arms to pass through. "ISOLA!" Hermione cried rushing towards her daughter with Malfoy close behind. She grabbed her from Snape's arms and held her closer and tighter than ever before.

After seeing his daughter was safe, Malfoy pounced on top of his old potion's professor and delivered punch, after punch, after punch until someone pulled him off. Malfoy's hands were torn apart as well as Snape's face. "Where is my mother?!" Malfoy shouted.

Snape stood with difficulty and only had eyes for Hermione. "Hermione! Forgive me, Hermione. Please forgive me," he begged uncontrollably. She handed Isola over to Draco and went to see Snape face to face. "My name is Mrs. Malfoy to you. And you are not welcome here," she said.

Silently and defeated, Severus Snape turned around and left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one said a word to him but let him pass freely.

The rest of the night was spent burying and honoring their dead, healing their wounds, and taking turns meeting quiet, little Isola Jean Malfoy. The baby was admired by all and still had not cried. "She is beautiful," Professor McGonagall smiled. "May I hold her?" Harry asked. Hermione gladly handed her over to Harry Potter who held her gently and with great care.

When the sun rose McGonagall announced that Aurors were finding the Death Eaters who had escaped and that Ministry workers would come to repair the school. People started to depart and Malfoy looked at her. "So…" he awkwardly began. "Are you ready to go home?"

Hermione looked at her husband and all her new friends and said, "Yes. Home would be lovely."

EPILOGUE

"Imogene! Be careful!" Hermione said laughing to her five-year-old girl. Imogene was flying wildly on her new toy broomstick around a large Christmas tree. She was the happiest and most energized child Hermione had ever met. "What have we here?!" Draco said as he grabbed his flying daughter with the curliest silver hair imaginable off the broom.

Imogene squealed with delight as her father spun her around. "She'll be a seeker for sure!" Malfoy said planting a kiss on her head. Narcissa walked into the room with a plate full of Christmas treats. "Where is Isola? Your father will be here any moment!" Narcissa said to Hermione. "Isola!" Narcissa called up the stairs in Black Landing.

Isola was shy, slender, and beautiful with long locks of soft silver hair. She was a Ravenclaw, the top of her class at Hogwarts and well liked by all. "Is Grandpa Granger here yet?" The Malfoy's eldest child asked. "Any moment!" Malfoy said putting a squirming and jumping Imogene down.

A soft, tiny coo came from the basinet. "My little lad is finally awake!" Malfoy said picking up a baby boy. Malfoy cradled his son in his arms as Imogne ran wildly around him trying to get the baby's attention. Hermione was about to tell her to be careful when her father entered the house. Isola and Imogene ran to him immediately. It was a well-known fact in the Malfoy house that Grandpa Granger gave the best presents.

"Hello, hello!" Grandpa Granger said giving hugs all around. "How is my little bruiser doing?" Hermione's father said as Draco handed him Idris. "Bigger everyday," Hermione answered giving her father a kiss on the cheek. Out of all Hermione's children, Idris Lucius was the only one to take after her. He had her eyes, hair color, and warm skin tone.

Once everyone was settled around the table for dinner Draco stood to give his yearly speech while he held Hermione's hand. "Today we remember those we love and give thanks to all that are here," he began. Every year they dedicated a toast to the memory of Malfoy's father and Hermione's mother as well as everyone who gave their lives in the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Let us honor them as well as each other!" Draco said. Fatherhood suited Draco beyond belief and he beamed at his family feeling lucky to have them all in his life. He gave his wife a kiss, raised his glass, and finished his toast.

The table joined him and clinked glasses. Conversation quickly went to the New Years Eve party that Harry and his wife threw every year that was so incredible even the coven members and a centaur or two were drawn out of the woods.

Hermione always felt strange this time of year. Christmas season was when she was married, had Isola, and battled for her life. The scar on her cheek and the deeper scar across Draco's back was an everyday reminder of all that they had conquered together.

It had taken for Hermione to forgive Draco for his actions when they were in school and first married. It took even longer for her to say yes to have another child when he asked. He had made good on his promise of doing right by her and dedicating his life to her forgiveness.

Now three beautiful, healthy children, an unlikely group of friends, and happiness that can only be appreciated after an awful experience, surrounded them.

She loved it all and wouldn't have it any other way.