The sun rose steadily over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall blazed with life and light. Harry was an indispensable part of the mingled outpourings of jubilation and mourning, of grief and celebration.

They moved Voldemort's body and laid it in a chamber off the Hall, away from the bodies of Percy, Colin Creevey, and fifty others who had died fighting him. McGonagall had replaced the House tables, but nobody was sitting according to House anymore: All were jumbled together, teachers and pupils, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves, and Firenze lay recovering in a corner, and Grawp peered in through a smashed window, and people were throwing food into his laughing mouth. After a while, Percy slipped out of the Hall without anyone notice, a thing he had picked up after years of running away from monsters and danger.

It wasn't long until the trio makes their way to the headmaster's study.

"Hey," Hermione said. "I was looking for you everywhere."

"Sorry, I snuck out."

"Yea, so are we," said Harry, eyeing for the portrait of Dumbledore.

"You know the gargoyle did not ask for the password anymore?" asked Ron.

"No, I was just looking for a place to get some quiet," said Percy. "And the gargoyle didn't fight that much."

"Here," Ron handled Percy back his shield. "You were right."

Percy hugged Ron.

"I - um - dropped the thing hidden in the Snitch," Harry said to Dumbledore. "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"

"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"

"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.

"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.

"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"

"And then there's this."

Harry held up the Elder Wand, Percy looked at it with curious. "I don't want it," said Harry.

"What?" said Ron loudly. "Are you mental?"

"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily. "But I was happier with mine. So . . ."

He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather.

He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Reparo."

As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. It worked, and Harry picked it up and seemed to be very happy about it.

"I'm putting the Elder Wand," he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, "back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."

Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.

"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.

"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly, snuggled into Percy's arm.

"It's just a wand man," said Percy.

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly, I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

NINETEEN YEARS LATER.

"Where are you?" Hermione speaks into her phone as she put the trunk in the back of the car.

"I am on my way right now," said Percy through the phone, switching lane. "I'm not gonna miss my baby girl big day, you know."

"Where's dad?" said Emma, shouting from the back seat of the car. "He's gonna be late."

"Don't worry honey," said Hermione, before grunted into the phone again. "He's not going to miss it, because if he does, I'm going to kill him."

Percy laughed nervously. "Just meet me in King Cross, I'll be there, I promise. I love you."

"Love you." and the line went dead.

Percy raced through the traffic that was London, and in twenty minutes or so, Percy was parking his bike and headed inside the Station. As Percy looked around, he can see all the kids with their parents heading inside a certain station, with owls along, causing commuters stared at them curiously.

Percy stood there, playing with his wedding ring, at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, waiting for Hermione and Emma to arrive. It wasn't too long before his wife and daughter show up, along with her cart.

Emma immediately jumped onto Percy, latching her arms around his neck.

"Arg," Percy spun her around. "Here's my baby girl. Told you I'm not gonna late."

"Hey babe," Percy gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek. "C'mon, let's go."

Percy placed Emma on the trunk, as she seats comfortably, Percy and Hermione pushed the cart toward the barrier and they run, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, the three of them emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist.

"Mom, dad," called Emma. "I'm scared."

Percy and Hermione looked at each other, wondered why she scares because a minute ago, she was so excited of the prospect of coming to Hogwarts.

"Why are you scare, sweetie?" asked Hermione, kneeling down and holding their daughter's hands.

"I don't know," answered Emma. "I won't see you until Christmas, who's going to wake dad up on Sunday morning? Or, what about movie night? Or, what if I got in Slytherin?"

"Oh sweetie," said Hermione, looking at Percy with her warm brown eyes before turning her attention back to Emma. "You don't have to worry about any of that. I'll wake dad up for you, and when you get back, will make up for all the movie nights you missed."

"And you remember what I said," said Percy. "It doesn't matter that you're in Slytherin, you're still our daughter, and we love you no matter what."

"I just don't want to disappoint you," whispered Emma.

"Disappoint," Percy fakes gasp. "Never. You are as smart, clever and beautiful as your mother, and you are as strong and witty as your father, and whichever house have you, it will be their honor."

Emma's cheeks reddened. "And you promised to write me every day?"

"I swear on the River Styx," said Percy, and the sky rumbled with thunder, acknowledging their pact, and Emma smiles brightly.

It was then, through the mist came a group of people, there were Ron and his daughter, Rose, Harry and Ginny along with their children, James, Albus, and Lily.

"Hi," said Albus, sounding immensely relieved.

Emma waved at him.

"Hey," Percy greeted Harry and Ron.

"I thought you couldn't make it," asked Harry. "Last night was a nightmare for the squad."

"Oh it was," said Percy. "But maybe later, this is not the best time to talk about work."

"Oh, did you know? Ron passed the driving test," said Harry, as Ron pulled the license out from his wallet.

"Congrats man," said Percy. "It's been what, six times already?"

"Seven!" shouted out Rose.

"Right,"

And they burst out laughing.

"I might or might not Confund the examiner to lest me passed though," whispered Ron. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that."

Percy lifted Emma's trunk off the trolley and onto the train before the three turnings back on their children. Emma and Rose were having a discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure."

"Ron!" shouted Hermione, and Percy gave him a slap on the back of his head.

Albus and Rose looked solemn, but Emma seemed to reassure. It seemed that Percy and Hermione's talk with their daughter is working.

"He doesn't mean it," said Hermione and Ginny.

"Look who it is," said Ron, he nodded covertly to a point some fifty yards away. Percy's eyes darted toward them, and as the steam thinned, reveal Draco Malfoy standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Percy, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie."

"Oh god," Percy whispered and shaking his head in disapproval.

"Fine," said Ron. "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

"Hey!"

James had reappeared; he had divested himself of his trunk, owl, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news.

"Teddy's back there," he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing —"

"You interrupted them?" said Ginny. "You are so like Ron —"

"— and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.

"Tonk and Lupin didn't come?" Percy whispered.

"No, they are on vacation, and guessed who's with them?" Harry said, but Percy didn't need an answer.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" whispered Lily ecstatically. "Teddy would really be part of the family then!"

"Okay, I think this train is moving a little too fast, don't you think?" said Harry, before he checked his watch.

"It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board."

"Okay, if you ever need anything, just write to us," said Hermione.

"And if anyone tried to mess with you, just kick their butt okay," said Percy, and he received a nudge from Hermione. "I'm kidding," Percy joked. "No, I'm not, you know what to do, I've taught you," he whispered. Hermione smirk in amusement.

"Okay, you remember our handshake?" asked Percy.

"I've been practicing,"

"Good, let's do it once before you get on the train."

The two remember the routines clearly, as their hand moved around each other, they swirl, twists till the end of the routines.

"See you at Christmas, sweetie."

"And remember our family's secret?" Percy whispered.

Emma nodded.

"Good, I'll see you at Christmas," said Percy, and Emma stepped her foot onto the Hogwarts Express. the doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents were swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders. A great number of faces, both on the train and off, seemed to be turned toward Harry.

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he, Emma and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don't let it worry you," said Ron. "It's me. I'm extremely famous."

Albus, Rose, Emma, and Lily laughed. The train began to move, and Percy walked alongside it, watching his daughter's face, already ablaze with excitement. Percy kept waving.

Standing next to him was Hermione, her hand on his chest as his heart pounded hard and fast.

AU: This is the end of this story, thank you for sticking with me this long.