A New Beginning
-Chapter 11-The End
--Harry and Hermione--
"I'm going to go take Jane to school right now," Hermione said, grabbing her car keys off of their counter.
"OK love, I'm glad that you are finally back to taking turns driving Jane," Harry replied, kissing Hermione's lips slightly.
Hermione smiled sarcastically. "Watch Harley, don't let him into the cabinet again."
"That was awhile ago! You've got to forget it!"
"Yeah, yeah, now I've got to go so Jane isn't late."
"Bye," Harry said before Hermione left the kitchen, Jane already in Hermione's car.
After Hermione left the house, Harry went back to reading the Daily Prophet. Not liking being ignored from his spot in his highchair, Harley managed to throw some of his cheerios at his father. Harry looked at Harley from above his paper. The little boy just giggled.
"So you think you can just throw food at me, do you?" asked Harry, putting his paper down on the table.
Harley's giggling continued as he threw another Cheerio at Harry.
"That's it!" exclaimed Harry, lifting Harley out of his chair. Harley shoved some of his breakfast up against Harry's mouth. "I don not want any Cheerios." Harley then proceeded to try and stick some up Harry's nose. Harry rolled his eyes. "I do not want them up my nose either. Why don't we put those away and go to the main room? You can play with that bouncy thing you're so fond of."
Harley threw one last Cheerio, Harry taking it as a sign that the boy agreed. Shifting Harley into his arms better, Harry did a quick cleansing spell over the kitchen and headed out of the said room. Once in the other room, Harry placed Harley into his jumper and sat on the couch.
"Let's see what's going on in the Muggle world as of late," Harry said to his jumping son. "We should get you on a broom soon, Harley my boy."
Harley made a noise that clearly said, 'No'.
--Hermia, 1997--
"Thanks for the early wake-up call once again Harry, even if you were two hours early," Hermia said as the two walked down to the Great Hall together, both too impatient for the others to wake.
"You're very welcome. Now it's your turn to wake me tomorrow, and the day after," Harry replied as they entered the Great Hall.
"If we did that, we'd miss all classes before lunch."
"What happened to the early bird gets the worm?"
"That's Mum and Dad's philosophy, not mine. This bird prefers to get take-out."
Harry laughed as they sat down. "So the late bird gets take-out."
"Yeah! You see, they miss the original meal, so they depend on other options," Hermia explained, grabbing some bacon. "With you around, though, Mum and Dad shall be proud of my early mornings."
"I'm glad to be of service," Harry said, drinking some orange juice. "Now tell me, what was your meeting with Dumbledore all about? You didn't say much when you got back."
"Well, let's just say he's having trouble finding my parents. They're not replying to his owls or anything," Hermia lied.
"I hope they're OK, with Death Eaters attacking so many."
"I'm sure they're fine, I doubt the Eaters have a hold of them, even if they did get me."
"So that's how you got lost?"
"Pretty much, I doubt they noticed I disappeared though. And I know they haven't attacked my family because there's been nothing in the Prophet about them."
"True," Harry said before Ron, Hermione, and Ginny showed up.
"What's true?" asked Ginny, sliding into the spot next to Harry, wrapping her arms around his stomach and kissing his cheek.
"About Maddie's parents not being caught by the Death Eaters and killed or whatnot," Harry replied.
The three new comers looked at Hermia.
"It's nothing major because they have not been taken," Hermia reassured them.
Shortly, they all turned away from Hermia for breakfast, especially since Ron had exclaimed, 'Bacon!"
"So Captain Harry, when are you holding try-outs?" he asked, now full.
"Didn't you read the notice on the board this morning? There's one today at eleven o'clock," replied Harry.
"Oh, OK," replied Ron, shaken.
"Calm down Ron, if you relax, I know you can play like you did the last two years when you helped Gryffindor win the Cup."
"Yeah, yeah, OK!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Hermia. "He's got this thing about where he gets so nervous during a game that I'm surprised he can actually stay on his broom."
"Ah, so it's a bit like stage fright," Hermia commented.
"Exactly. Now you said you were horrible, right?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, I practically can't even stay on the broom."
"Want some practice before try-outs? I know you can't try out, but I can still get you practicing."
"Oh, I don't know."
"Of course Ron and I will join too. I can practice shots on him before try-outs," Ginny said.
"Well I don't know if you can do that Gin, the others might think I'm playing favourites if I let you two have extra practice," Harry said.
Ginny gave Harry a pointed look. "They already think you favour us."
"True, OK, you can come too. And of course any others who want extra practice can show up too."
Many eavesdropping students thought this satisfying.
"You going to come with us to watch Hermione?" asked Ron, looking at her.
"Um, sure, why not?" replied Hermione, shocked to be included in a conversation about Quidditch, even if she was their friend.
"That's great!" exclaimed Harry. "Well Maddie, I see you're done eating, shall we go get a broom out for you before Hooch catches us?"
Hermia smiled as she and Harry left the Great Hall. "So we have about an hour before your try-outs, right?"
"Yes, so this will be a quick introduction to flying for you," Harry stated as they headed towards the broom shed.
Hermia snorted. "My dad's tried everything to get me to be a better flier, what makes you certain you can get the job done?"
"I'm Harry Potter, that's what makes me certain. Now this Cleansweeper is not the fastest model out there, but it shall do for right now," Harry said, handing his future daughter the broom.
"Thanks, but what about your broom?"
"I'll get it when we're on the Pitch."
Hermia just nodded as they walked on the grounds. Reaching the pitch, Hermia just held onto her broom lightly.
"Accio Firebolt," Harry said, pointing his wand at the castle. "Now I'm just going to let you get on the broom and rise into the air, clearing your mind of everything."
"You sound like you're trying to get me to meditate," Hermia stated, sitting on the broom.
"Maybe I am," Harry retorted, catching his broom in one hand as it flew at him.
(Laterrr)
--Harry and Hermione--
"Sorry it took me so long to get back from dropping Jane off, I got an owl on my way home from the St. Mungo's, saying that they needed my help for something. But to get an owl fly threw my window, or rather drop off a letter, in my car was a little odd to say the least," Hermione said in only a few breaths before she kissed Harry's lips softly. "You didn't miss me much, did you?"
"You left?" replied Harry, grinning cheekily, earning a smack on the arm. "Sure we missed you!"
Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked Harley up and kissed his cheek. "Well I'm going to be leaving for Hogwarts in a few."
"So your device really does work then?"
"I'm hoping yesterday's test wasn't a fluke. But don't worry, I'm positive that it works and our dear Hermia will be back learning at our Hogwarts as we know it now soon."
"Poor girl, I figured she enjoyed her time there."
"Yeah, like when she put a worm in my hair?"
Harry grinned, "Though I don't think she enjoyed seeing you and Ron going at it."
Hermione's eyes widened. "She was with you one of those times when you spotted us?"
"Yeah, she was shocked; saw you two when you were on my bed. Ask Ginny, if you don't believe me."
"I will, right now in fact. Then I'll head over to Hogwarts from there."
"OK, good luck love," Harry said, kissing Hermione's lips once more.
"Thanks, bye," Hermione replied before Disapparating.
"Hello Potter, what brings you by?" asked Draco from behind Hermione when she entered the Malfoy's.
"Good morning Draco! How are you? Good, me too!" Hermione said just as sarcastically as Draco had spoken with her, making a point to hug him. "I need to see Ginny."
"Oh Ginevra!" yelled Draco to a closed door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and smirked as Ginny came out.
"Hermione! What brings you by?" she asked, taking Hermione to the kitchen.
"Did Hermia ever walk in on me and Ron, erm, shagging?" asked Hermione nervously.
"When she had her brief run as Maddie?" Hermione nodded. "Yes."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
"Of course, then again, by the end of that year, everyone had either walked in on you guys or at least knew about it. Most walked in. I think you and Ron were the only ones oblivious to it all. Poor Harry had been torn."
"Ugh, now Hermia's going to think I'm a slut or something for flaunting myself around that much."
"I doubt it. She knows it's natural and that you and Harry hadn't been seeing each other at the time."
"You're right, I'm just getting myself worked up and I need to calm down and get Hermia," Hermione said, glancing at her watch.
"Do you need to use the fireplace?" asked Ginny.
"Yes, I do, thanks."
"
"You know where it is."
Hermione nodded as she headed to the Malfoy's front room, Ginny following. Grabbing the Floo, Hermione stepped into the fireplace.
"Get our Hermia back for us," sad Ginny theatrically, smiling.
"I will," Hermione replied before dropping the Floo and calling, "Headmistress McGonagall's office."
In a rush of green flames, Hermione landed in McGonagall's office.
"Ah, Hermione, right on time as usual," McGonagall said from behind her desk.
"Hello Professor McGonagall," Hermione said dutifully.
"Now Hermione, we've known each other for about two and half decades, call me Minerva!" McGonagall said gently. "Now what's this with Hermia?"
"Well Pr – Minerva, I believe Hermia is in 1997."
"Oh, and what brings you to this theory?"
"Do you remember a Maddie Smith who joined the sixth year Gryffindors for a short while that year?" asked Hermione, still standing.
McGonagall thought for a moment. "Yes, despite the many students we receive here, I do remember her. And now that I think about it, she does seem to resemble Ms. Potter."
"Exactly, well I believe Hermia is Maddie."
"I see, so how are you possibly going to get her back to our time now?"
"With this," Hermione said, showing McGonagall the watch. "Now Minerva, I need to go visit Professor Dumbledore. Goodbye."
Before McGonagall had a chance to respond, Hermione set the watch and was on her way back to 1997.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, how nice of you to drop in for a visit," Dumbledore welcomed Hermione from where she had just seen McGonagall.
"Hello Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure you know why I'm here," Hermione replied.
"To collect Hermia Potter?"
"Yes, and I must apologize for her staying here. It's my fault really, for leaving faulty equipment around the house."
"Like this one?" asked Dumbledore, handing Hermione the quill.
"Exactly like this one," Hermione said, sticking the quill into her pocket. "So how did you figure this out; to get the clock to appear?"
"Ah, I must actually give credit to Hermia. She figured it out, she's a smart one, could give you a run for your Galleons in this time."
Hermione smirked. "So how much has she told you, about our time?"
"She's told me many, many things, none of which holds great importance. But I'm sure you didn't come here to hold a conversation with an old man like myself. Shall I send for Hermia?"
"If you could Headmaster; it probably wouldn't be smart of me to go look for her," Hermione said, looking around the office.
"No it would not be, Mrs. Potter," said Dumbledore; his eyes twinkled as he transitioned from Ms. Granger to Mrs. Potter when he addressed Hermione. "Now I will just get her to come here." He pulled out some parchment and began to write on it.
--Hermia--
"Erm…Maddie Smith?" asked a timid fourth year Hufflepuff, tapping Hermia's shoulder as she watched the Gryffindor try-outs with Hermione.
"Yes?" replied Hermia, turning to the girl.
"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." The girl gave Hermia the letter before scampering off.
'Maddie Smith,
I've contacted your mother. Please come see me in my office.
Professor Dumbledore.'
"Oh dear," Hermia murmured. "I've got to go see Dumbledore, I'll talk to you later Hermione." She said all this as she started to leave the pitch stands.
"Alright, I'll tell the others where you've gone if you aren't back by the time try-outs are done," Hermione replied.
"Thanks," Hermia said quickly before leaving the stands and pitch behind her. She practically ran back up to the castle, panting slightly as she reached the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office. "Sugar quills."
The gargoyle leapt aside and Hermia quickly went up the stairs two at a time. Before she even got a chance to knock, Dumbledore's voice said, 'Enter', so she did.
"Ah Hermia, I see you received my note quickly," Dumbledore said from behind his desk.
"Yes I did Professor, Where's…" Hermia trailed off as the Hermione that had married her father hugged her. "Mum!"
"Hello Hermia," Hermione replied when she let go. "Sorry for you taking you away from the try-outs."
Hermia smirked. "It's OK, I was glad to get away from your questioning." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So you've come to take me back?"
"I'm afraid so. I know you enjoy the teenager sides of Harry and me, but you don't belong here."
"I know. Can I at least say goodbye? Because you lot seem to think I'm Maddie."
"Sorry Hermia, but you can't. None of us remember you saying goodbye to any of use."
Hermia sighed. "Can I at least go get the essays I worked on?"
"Yes, then come straight back," Hermione said.
Dumbledore just watched from afar, the twinkle still in his eyes, not interfering.
Hermia nodded before leaving the office. After heading back down the stairs, Hermia aimlessly walked back to the Gryffindor common room. Upon reaching the Fat Lady's portrait, Hermione uttered the password, "Hopping hippogriffs."
The portrait swung open, giving Hermia access to the common room. Sighing, Hermia made her way through the opening, going directly up to the girls' dorms, ignoring the looks that the Gryffindors were giving her now that she was without Ginny, Harry or even Ron and Hermione. She went into the sixth years' dorms and spotted her new bag laying right next Ginny's trunk. Quickly grabbing it, Hermia saw some scrap parchment and Ginny's one quill with ink next to her bed. Deciding it was the least she could do to explain her sudden departure, Hermia wrote Ginny a note.
'Dear Ginny and Gang,
I'm sorry I didn't get to give you all a proper farewell, but I had to leave immediately. Dumbledore and my mother don't even know I'm writing this, they believe I am just collecting my school stuff, which I have already done.
I just want to thank-you Ginny for befriending me so quickly and to Harry, Ron, and Hermione as well for sticking up with me. I know I wasn't here long, but you guys were wonderfully nice to me, and I won't forget it.
I probably won't be able to write once I'm gone, and I don't think you should try and contact me either, because according to Dumbledore, I was wrong and my family is actually wanted by the Death Eaters. They want us to join them, but I think they can all go rot in hell. So my family and I are going to have to keep low, meaning no owls.
Have a great year, all of you.
Maddie Smith.'
Hermia place her note onto Ginny's pillow and left the dorm room. Smiling sadly, Hermia continued to leave the Gryffindor common room all together. She slowly made her way back to Dumbledore's office, fully knowing that she should quicken her pace because Hermione would probably want to get back to their year as soon as possible. Despite knowing this, Hermia continued her slow pace. In roughly ten minutes, Hermia was outside Dumbledore's office once again.
"Enter," Dumbledore's voice called once again.
Hermia pushed open the door to see Hermione sitting in the chair across from Dumbledore; arms crossed and folded neatly in her lap, while Dumbledore was smiling as if whatever the two had been talking about was really quite amusing.
"Ready to go Hermia?" asked Hermione, standing and facing Hermia.
"Yeah, I guess so," Hermia replied, shrugging, the same sad smile imprinted on her face. She turned to Dumbledore. "Thanks for everything Headmaster, I don't know of any other who would have taken me in so easily and believed my tale."
"You're very welcome Hermia. Goodbye Misses Potters," Dumbledore said, nodding to the two Potter women.
"Come here Hermia, grab my hand," Hermione said, holding her hand out to Hermia. "Goodbye Headmaster." And with that, Hermione set the watch and the two watched as the years buzzed by quickly.
Soon, they were standing in front of what was now Professor McGonagall's desk. The elderly witch stood and looked at them. "Ms. Potter! Thank goodness Hermione found you!"
"Hello Professor McGonagall," Hermia said, practically avoiding any eye contact with the Headmistress.
"You're lucky that you're not going to have house points taken from Gryffindor for pulling that stunt," McGonagall said sternly.
"But Professor…"
"Do you want points taken off?"
"I didn't do it on purpose though!"
McGonagall looked at Hermia and smiled, meaning she was just joking with the much younger witch. "I'm very glad that you are safe and are back in the Hogwarts walls of this time. Now please, head to class. Just because you only just returned to us, that does not mean you can skip classes. Professor Flitwick already believes that you are to join him in Charms right now."
"OK Professor," Hermia said, nodding, not really believing what had just happened. Before she could utter a goodbye to either Hermione or McGonagall, she felt herself moving to the exit unknowingly.
"She's a lovely girl. You and Harry sure did a fine job raising her," McGonagall told Hermione.
"Thanks Minerva," Hermione said, blushing a bit at the comment. "I should probably get going home now though, to tell Harry that his daughter is now back in Hogwarts when she's supposed to be."
"OK Hermione, feel free to use to the fireplace in here, and do write more," McGonagall said, smiling.
"I'll try Minerva. Goodbye," Hermione said before using McGonagall's fireplace. "Potter Residence." In a rush of green flames, Hermione fell into her main room. "Harry! I'm back!"
Harry came rushing into the main room, Harley in his arms. "Hey Hermy, how'd it go?"
Hermione grinned. "She's back at Hogwarts now, going to her Charms class right now, but she was upset to have to leave without saying bye to us."
"At least she got in enough time to write that note to Ginny."
"Yeah, she took forever getting her school work from the dorms. I figured it was because she was taking the time to write that note. Dumbledore inquired about it, but I told him she must have had her things scattered every where, like her room."
Harry kissed the side of Hermione's head. "Thanks for getting her back love."
--Hermia--
As soon as Hermia entered Flitwick's classroom, Chantal and Kaitlyn both exclaimed, "Hermia!"
"Ah welcome back Ms. Potter," Flitwick squeaked. "Please take your seat; we're just taking notes off the board right now."
Hermia nodded and took her normal seat next to her friends.
"Where've you been?" hissed Chantal once Flitwick returned to his desk, pretending to be taking the notes.
"Around," Hermia replied, taking out her books.
"Around where?" asked Kaitlyn, "Because you definitely weren't around here."
"Yes I was. I just got lost in a room on the fifth floor. Peeves eventually spotted me and made enough noise that it disrupted whatever class was going on. I couldn't get out of there for days, I had to transfigure desks into food," Hermia lied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go speak with Professor Flitwick."
The two girls stared at their friend dumbfounded as she had made her way up to the Professor's desk, a few rolls of parchment in her hands.
"Um, Professor Flitwick?" asked Hermia nervously.
"Yes, Ms. Potter?" replied Flitwick.
"I have those essays that you set for us. If you could actually mark them for me this time, that would be grateful. Oh, and just ignore the Maddie Smith name on the bottom, it was for then." Hermia sweetly as Flitwick was astonished.
Realization dawning on his dwarfish features like those before him, Flitwick grinned. "But we both know you perfected these, Ms. Smith." He winked at her before she chuckled and went back to her seat.
(Laterrr)
--Kasandra--
Kasandra, Nick, Emma, and Kyle had been making their way down to the Great Hall for supper, when Hannah came running over to them.
"Hey Kassie, have I got news for you!" she exclaimed, grabbing Kasandra's right hand, spinning her around in the corridor.
"Hello Hannah. What's this news that you've got?" replied Kasandra, laughing slightly at her best friend's behaviour.
"Hermia's back! She showed up just before lunch apparently," Hannah said, joining the four to go to the Great Hall.
"She did? Then why wasn't she in the Great Hall for lunch?"
"She decided to stay in the common room with her friends, to tell them about being locked in a classroom for the past few days."
Kasandra laughed. "Right…"
"Well it's the truth, for what she up to at lunch, anyways," Hannah said. "OK, well I'll talk to you later; I've got to head over to the Gryffindor table."
"OK, bye Hannah," Kasandra replied, while the other three silent first years just nodded at Hannah as she departed.
"So your sister's back," Kyle stated as they sat at the Ravenclaw table.
"I guess so," Kasandra responded. "It's about bloody time too."
"Well I'm glad she's OK," Nick said.
"Now we can all discuss something new, other than her whereabouts," Emma said.
"Like what?" asked Kasandra, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know," replied Emma quietly.
"Like how what a wanker Snape was today in Potions," Nick filled in for Emma.
"He's always a bloody wanker," Kyle retorted.
"That he is, very well said Kyle," laughed Kasandra, making her friends laugh as well. Just then, she spotted Hermia and her friends walk into the Great Hall and head to the Gryffindor table, taking seats not too far away from Hannah and her friends. Kasandra stood. "I'll be right back; I'm going to have a chat with my lovely sister." She walked over to the Gryffindor table and tapped Hermia's shoulder. "Welcome back, Hermes."
Hermia turned around to look at Kasandra and rolled her eyes at her sister's name for her. "Hey Kay, thanks."
"So what's this about you being stuck in a classroom and eating desks?"
"Oh," Hermia laughed, "I'll tell you later. Meet me outside the library at seven, and I'll tell you the glorious details of what a desk tastes like."
"Can't wait, I've always wanted to know what they tasted like!" said Kasandra sarcastically before heading back to the Ravenclaw table.
--Harry and Hermione--
"Hey Malfoys," Harry said as the Malfoy clan fell into his main room.
"Uncle Harry!" exclaimed Shawn, Ginny and Draco's youngest son, hugging Harry's legs.
"Hello Shawn, how's it go?"
"Good. Mum decided Meadow and I could finally go to the zoo on our own!"
Ginny shook her head from behind her son, clearly meaning, 'I said no such thing'.
"Great! Now you can take me instead of me taking you," Harry said.
Shawn stuck his tongue out at Harry and ran off with his sister Meadow to go find and bug Jane.
"Ah, Ginny, Draco, you're here, great," Hermione said, entering the main room. "I thought I heard Shawn."
"Yeah, he and Meadow ran off already," Draco said.
"I figured. I'm glad you could make it, I know my firecall was a bit short and short notice, but hey, oh well," Hermione said, smiling. "So dinner is almost ready, it should be done in about ten minutes."
"I'll help you with whatever. And Summer can see Harley again, because Merlin knows they don't see each other enough," Ginny said, shifting Summer in her arms better. "And it will give these boys time to talk, because they don't see each other often enough either."
Hermione laughed as she and Ginny headed into the office, leaving Harry and Draco in the room alone.
"I heard Hermione tell Ginny in her firecall that Hermia's back at Hogwarts, that's good," Draco said, sitting down on the couch while Harry sat on an armchair.
"Yeah, though I think she enjoyed her time with our teenager selves a bit too much. I heard you actually tried to get her to join you in Slytherin," Harry replied, grinning at the memory.
"Yes, but alas, she resisted my charm," Draco said, placing a hand on his chest like he was deeply wounded.
"You're a prat," Harry said, shaking his head and laughing.
"Of course, but I'm not as big of as a one as Ron is."
"True, which reminds me, I invited him to the match on Thursday."
"Oh you didn't, did you?" groaned Draco.
"Yes I did. And don't act that way, you used to be mates with him before when you and Ginny first were married, so this is like a second chance for him from us both," Harry said knowingly.
"Oh fine!" Draco said before muttering, "Stupid bloody bugger, inviting people to games who he shouldn't be inviting."
"And you're going to play nicely on Thursday as well," Harry said, hearing what Draco had said.
(Laterrr)
--Hogwarts Library--
"Hey Kay," Hermia said, sneaking up on her sister from behind as the purple haired child paced outside the library.
"Hermes! Merlin, don't do that! You know jumpy I am from Mum and Dad and everyone else always Apparating in our house," Kasandra scolded.
"I know, it's just funny to watch you jump like that."
"So spill, where were you really? You weren't on the Map, so I know you weren't locked in a classroom."
Hermia rolled her eyes. "Calm down Mother, I was still in Hogwarts."
Kasandra raised an eyebrow. "No you weren't."
"Yes
"Yes I was, I just didn't show up on the Map because I wasn't in this year."
"Explain please."
"I was in 1997 and I got to see Dad, Mum, Uncle Draco, and Kyle's dad Ron when they were all in the seventh year, and Auntie Ginny when she was my age!" exclaimed Hermia, almost giddy.
"Oh my gosh; seriously? What were they like?" asked Kasandra as the two sisters walked through the halls.
"They were a lot cooler than they are now. The only thing that was creepy was how Dad and Auntie Ginny were always on each other."
"Ewe; Daddy and Auntie Ginny were together? But what Mum?"
"She had eyes for another man at that time."
"Who was he?"
"Ron Weasley."
"Kyle's dad?" asked Kasandra, astonished, her eyes wide.
"Yes, Kyle's dad. But he and Mum had a secret relationship. They hadn't told anyone about it, but everyone knew anyways," replied Hermia.
"School gossip," Kasandra said knowingly, nodding her head.
Hermia laughed, "Yeah, exactly. But wow, was Auntie Ginny ever super nice. I mean, sure, she's still nice now, but that's because it's like an unwritten law or something. She was like my best friend when I was there; same with Dad."
"Did you guys talk loads?"
"Loads and loads. We'd sometimes late into the night."
"I wish I got to do that."
"Maybe some day you can get your hands onto Mum's Time Turner," laughed Hermia.
"Yeah right, Mum's probably got it boxed and buried by now," Kasandra said, shaking her head.
"Probably," Hermia agreed. Spotting Erik peaking at her from behind a suit of armour, she looked down at her younger sister. "You should probably head back to your common room Kay."
"OK, goodnight Hermes," Kasandra said, oblivious to the reason why Hermia was making her leave, before walking away to go back to the Ravenclaw common room.
(Laterrr)
--Harry and Hermione—
"Did I ever officially thank you for getting Hermia?" asked Harry, kissing his wife's neck as they lay in bed that night.
"No, I don't think you did," Hermione said, letting Harry cover her in kisses.
"Well this is my official, um, thanks."
Hermione giggled, for Harry had said that in her ear, his breath tickling it before he assaulted her with more kisses. "I'm happy that everything is back to normal now."
"You mean as normal as it can get for a Potter?
"Yeah, exactly, and we both how normal that can be."
Harry grinned. "This feels right, you and me, with Hermia and Kasandra hopefully sleeping peacefully in their dorms at Hogwarts, and Jane and Harley sleeping in their own beds here at the house," Harry said, lying next to Hermione above the sheets.
"I know, it feels like things couldn't get much better," Hermione agreed, smiling into Harry's neck as he kissed the top of her head.
The End
A/N: That was it. The End, the Finale, the… Whatever Else You Want To Call It. Was it long? About 13 pages in Word, it was. And now, for the rest of Harry, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, Ron, Lavender, Hermia, Kasandra, Nick, Kyle, Emma, Jane, and Harley's lives!
Harry and Hermione:
Both lived to the age of a hundred and twenty three, the day of their one hundredth anniversary. After Harley had been born, they took every measure possible of not getting pregnant once again. The two only suffered three threats of divorce to each other since the beginning of their marriage, but they came out stronger in their love then ever.
Draco and Ginny:
The two died a month apart from each other two years after their youngest daughter, Summer, was wed. Ginny had the poor unfortunate pleasure of having two miscarriages in her early forties, and swore to Draco that she would never have sex with him. This vow only lasted four days before it was broken.
Ron and Lavender:
The day after Hermia was back at Hogwarts, Ron died tragically outside of an unknown bar after a fight. He never made it to the Quidditch match with Harry and Draco. Lavender grieved only for a month before she sunk her claws into some poor unsuspecting man, leaving her youngest daughter, Lacey, traumatized and sent to St. Mungo's before she even received her Hogwarts letter. Her oldest son, hating his mother and her new lover, went onto a killing spree, earning himself some time in Azkaban. Kyle was the only one who didn't care what his mother did behind closed doors.
Hermia:
Shortly after graduating, Hermia went on to learn all she could into becoming a full-time Healer, following in Hermione's footsteps slightly even she had only been part-time. She and Erik had broken up later in their sixth year; neither was heart-broken about it. Five years into her Healer career at St. Mungos', she fell in love with Gilderoy Lockhart. The other Healers were amazed when she was able to get him to remember her after only one visit. They soon wed, leaving Harry and Hermione mortified at her actions, for she had only known Mr. Lockhart for two months. She ended up have three children: Gilderoy Junior, Madeline, and Doniphan.
Kasandra:
After dating Kyle Weasley for three years in Hogwarts, they mutually broke up in their seventh year. But they remained best friends, even closer than they were to their spouses. She married Nick Malfoy, officially making the Potters part of the Weasley and Malfoy clans (even if Harry was part of the Malfoy clan before she was born) just three months after graduation. She went onto becoming a journalist for Witches Weekly, having plenty of time to raise her five daughters, Cleo, Lily, Danni, Minerva (yes, after Professor McGonagall), and Nicole because she only had to write one article per every other week.
Nick:
Before he married the love of his love Kasandra Potter, he had pleasured himself in going out with Emma . The two broke things off angrily when she told him she loved another man in their seventh year. After he and Kasandra were married, he never really trusted his cousin Kyle, but learned to live with the fact that he held onto a piece of her heart that he could never have, just like he had to live with the fact that he would never get a son from Kasandra. He became the Head of Law Enforcement.
Kyle and Emma:
Once they had broken things off with Kasandra and Nick, they fell for each other desperately. They ended up have a child, Belle, eight months after graduating, marrying after they each landed decent jobs. Neither ever knew that they were cheating with a family of monkeys.
Jane:
Not having respect for the above in settling down so young and so soon, Jane married at thirty-three to her secretary Peter. He had worked for her when she had been Minister for Magic and was devoted to her. It did cause problems at work though, making Jane fire Peter so he could be a stay-at-home father for their five year old twins, Wendy and John Michael.
Harley:
Being the last of the Potters to go through Hogwarts for many years, he made sure people knew his name; playing pranks on anyone who so much as even looked at him, except for Summer Malfoy, who was with him every step of the way. Even though they had been together since their births, they officially started dating in their fourth year and were married half a year after they graduated, both becoming Aurors. This was just to make sure the Weasleys and Malfoys knew the Potters were part of the family, legally. They had four children, James, August, Apple, and Johnny.
A/N: There it is. Their lives as we know it. Interesting, no? Hah, hah. So yes, that was no officially the end. Please Review! (And who knows, I might just make this into a trilogy if I get enough inspiration to do so, but it is very unlikely.)