Here is the epilogue and i am hoping that this answers most of the unanswered questions for you guys.

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Hermione had returned to Hogwarts for her final year, she had said she wanted to earn her NEWTS and it was only added incentive that Bella was going to be living there. It was almost five months ago that Hermione had been abducted and tortured and this day marked the end of the trials. The last of the rogue Death Eaters had been rounded up and incarcerated and then the trials for those involved in the capture and torture of Hermione had begun. For the most part none of them were particularly remorseful. Not Augusta or Amos certainly. Molly had been though.

For those who were simply present were sentenced only to the time they had served while waiting for their individual trials. Molly had gone first as per Hermione's request, the little witch would not forget how caring Molly had been even if Molly could forget it. The Weasley Matriarch had only served 3 weeks in the wizarding prison but Ronald, Percy and Arthur refused to forgive Hermione for Molly and George being imprisoned. Charlie at least understood that they had been in the wrong and Hermione was indeed the victim.

Needless to say where Hermione had been shunted out of one family she had been welcomed into at least two others gladly. Minerva had been hesitant to begin with but after Hermione learned of who her biological father was and what he had done to Minerva and consequently to her as well she had embraced her new relationship with her birth mother. The two of them had had so much taken from them without even knowing it and they intended to get back the family they had been deprived of being.

The most surprising familial development was the apparent inclusion of Narcissa into Fleur and Bill's marriage. It surprised everyone who was privy to the information but Hermione and Draco were perhaps the first to understand and accept it. The two teenagers had lived with the other three in Shell cottage and had seen the friendship develop between Fleur and Narcissa. Bill had always been a kind man and had embraced Narcissa as a friend immediately just as his wife had. It was no real surprise that the ever caring Bill and the compassionately and sexual veela had spoken of Narcissa in a bedroom setting.

Augusta, Amos and George had been sentenced to 5, 10 and 15 years respectively. George was unapologetic and still blamed Hermione for losing Fred. He had been manipulated by the people who wanted to get at Bellatrix and further twisted when he had tortured Hermione for information. Bellatrix was just as unforgiving but when Hermione had approached Amelia and asked for reduced sentences the eldest Black had simply remained silent and let the little witch do what she thought was right. Amelia had taken it into account for all but Augusta, Amos and George. The instigators fate was left solely too the wizengamot without the Ministers influence.

Draco had also returned the Hogwarts for his final year, he was on of few Slytherins who returned. The young Malfoy's driving factor was his young lady, Astoria Greengrass, who was returning for her final year. Hermione didn't mind, she had a friend there that wasn't Ginny who, though she didn't blame Hermione, was definitely not as relaxed around her as she had been in the past. Surprisingly, even with Bellatrix in as Potions Mistress, the school year had started well.

Bella herself was still prone to the odd outburst but she was never violet. Sarcastic and sometimes even quite mean sure but she was very mean. She had been questioned about her qualifications for teaching. She didn't have a potions mastery but she had made a great many of different potions and had applied even more in the past. As it was Amelia had had her sit a little test of her own just to be sure she was competent. She was definitely good enough for the job especially considering the Board of School Governors works out there own curriculum for the school and Bella need only follow it.

Bellatrix's back was arching up off the bed in her quarters, it was Hogsmead weekend, the first of the school year, and the two were up late. Bellatrix and her young bride Hermione, who had been married just before the start of the school year, had found solace in each other and spent as much time together as possible. The time was spent either reading quietly, grading or doing homework respectively, or talking about everything and anything. If they weren't doing any of these things it was highly likely they were in a bath or, as they were now, in a bed showing one another love in the physical form.

"Deeper..." Bellatrix pleaded between needy moans. If she had learned anything about Hermione as a lover it was that she was a tease and surprisingly dominant.

Hermione's chuckle was a husky purr that had Bellatrix's insides twisting further and when teeth gripped the hard nub between soft lips and a smooth tongue flicked over it as a healthy amount of suction was applied, a technique Hermione had mastered early on in their physical relationship, Bellatrix came with a scream of her wife's name and her back bowing up off of the bed. The little witch brought her wife down slowly and gently drawing out her climax before enjoying lapping at the slickness the woman produced. Only when she was well and satisfied with the job she had done did Hermione kiss her way up Bellatrix's body and kiss the woman tenderly.

"Morgana's tits... you're so good at that." Bellatrix panted out when she could again put words together. Hermione chuckled as she lay beside her witch and idly toyed with a still hard nipple making Bellatrix's breath hitch.

"I don't do anything without doing it the right way. Especially you." Hermione returns with a smirk and Bellatrix laughs and pulls the witch to her.

"Indeed." Bellatrix smiles and kisses the little naked witch in her arms.

If they were certain of one thing it was that these two would love one another until the end of days. The age difference didn't matter, the past didn't matter, the hateful words and the whispers didn't matter. They mattered to each other, they were accepted by the people important to them. They had each other and they had their families and they needed little else to finally feel the happiness that had been just out of reach most of their lives. Their future would be together, they sanity restored, their loneliness chased away.