Epilogue
In time, the streets were cleared of invading muggles and wagons. The gate was reactivated with great relief.
Phileas and Rebecca Fogg were released that day to go home. Passepartout was waiting nervously, looking out a window at all the chaos. When they came into sight, he rushed out of the pub to give his master and his cousin an enthusiastic greeting.
The next day, the Foggs were back as promised to start work. Rebecca, who had already looked the place over, had ideas for a better barrier. The wizards had depended on magic for so long they never thought of using what was at hand more effectively. Under her direction, all their lost buildings should be bought back and put into use.
"Occupied shops managed by magics were far more secure than empty ones," she said.
The wizards set up a plan to do the same with all the surrounding buildings on the perimeter. When the plan was complete, their hideaway would be enlarged, with shops and homes facing out and in.
Phileas laid down plans to have structures built in front of all the main entrances. Large, long warehouses would be placed to the southwest and west. Supply wagons would come in through these buildings instead of going through magical walls in alleys.
The main Diagon Alley entrance Phileas had first noticed was more difficult. There wasn't room to build anything between the two shops. After some investigating, it was discovered they didn't have to. The magics owned all the land behind them. A large pub was built directly behind the music and bookshop, using the alley as its entrance. Visitors would now go through the pub and out the back to get into Diagon Alley by foot.
Nicholas Flamel and Marcus Gryffindor were very impressed with all their ideas. Gryffindor said, "So locked into the use of magic, we never considered such practical measures."
Bernard Malfoy didn't interfere with the changes. His punishment for attempting to kill the Foggs after his superiors had promised them safety was to remain a bullfrog under the care of the alchemist for one year.
When all the plans were put into motion, the Foggs were released from their obligation. They would never set foot in the magic district again, but would be remembered for their services to the magic community for many years to come.
In a large house four blocks away, a little girl was inconsolable over the loss of her two cats. Phil had left out of the house and had never returned. Becca didn't come home from her mission against the evil wizard, either. Hazel feared for their lives. Her parents never told her what they knew about Phil and Becca being turned back into people. Word of Fogg's attack and their services after were kept secret, which meant that all the magics knew.
Two weeks later, two large packages came to the Wendell townhouse. One was a large box with small holes in the top and a large pink satin bow, addressed to Hazel Wendell.
Hazel tore into the wrapping, wondering who had sent her a present. Once the top was opened, two little furry bodies jumped out of the box. One was a bright ginger tabby miss with a white underbelly and legs. The other was a black baby tom with white paws, very white whiskers, and a white spot under the chin like a gentleman's cravat.
Hazel squealed with delight. The kittens were wonderful, and they fit in her hands for carrying, where the two big cats hadn't. Taking them to the kitchen, she poured each a bowl of milk.
Mrs. Wendell picked up the other heavier box addressed to her. She opened it and had the same reaction to its contents as Hazel did to her present. Inside was a beautiful, large, inlaid jewel box with a glass display top. Her two magic stones on their silver bracelets lay there in full view. Another, sitting in the middle, was a four-inch round, polished de-spell stone set in silver. It was the largest de-spell stone she had ever seen. The jewel box had another eight-slotted pull-out drawers for the rest of her collection. In the first drawer, she found a crested note on fine paper.
It read:
Thank you for your hospitality.
Phil and Becca.
The End.