Alternate Ending (By orders of my cousin)

"Guinevere Rhian Weasley!" bellowed a voice from within the Ivory Tower. The soft spring breeze ruffled the auburn curls of a young girl who was running up toward the garden gate. She stopped short her yellow sundress swirling around her. Her mother was not happy with her. Even though she was most likely going to get scolded it was worth it to see her brother's face when his book started eating off his clothing. The trademark mischievous grin played on her pink lips, her blue eyes sparkled much like her fathers. Hermione Weasley made her way through the front door passed the weeded herb bed and up to her daughter who was trying her hardest not to laugh at the sight of her brother. The boy, her age, was right behind his mother.

"What on earth possessed you to enchant your brother's book?" The boy stood, his hair standing at odd angles, his white shirt and beige trousers looked as if he just got into a brawl with a deranged hinkypunk.

"What would your father say?"

"He would most likely ask how she did it and if she wanted a copy right," came a familiar voice. Hermione looked up and saw a familiar redhead leaning on the gate, holding a bunch of lilies and orchids.

"Daddy!" squealed the little girl.

George Weasley leaned against the white fence of his home watching his beautiful wife scolded their daughter. Soon his Gwen was climbing into his arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Now where did you learn to make the book eat another's clothing? I could use that at work. I can see it know 'Public humiliation candy for you worst enemies' could be a season best seller." Gwen giggle and George smiled that lopsided grin.

"Don't encourage her love, look what she did to poor Hector," retorted Hermione gesturing behind her. There stood Hector Fredrick Weasley, clothes dangling from his pale limbs.

"You never know, it could be a new fashion craze."

"Honestly George,"

"All I want was to read my book and now look at me," with a flick of her wand Hermione had her son back to normal.

"Thanks mum," smiled the little boy before he too went to embrace his father. .

"He is so much like you Hermione," commented George.

"And she," Hermione pointed to the little girl who was now spinning around the garden, "is far too much like her father," Hermione beamed at George.

"You look beautiful today by the way," he told Hermione as he looked at her white knee length dress that was bordered with tiny pink rosebuds. It reminded them of the first night they were engaged.

"You don't look half bad yourself." George's outfit mimicked his son's. "Okay everyone lets go."

Out of tradition Hector held his mothers hand while his sister held their father's. They made their way through the yard, over the small bridge built by George over the brook. The forest path was now well worn from use. They made their way to the clearing among the dense trees. George limped slightly, a reminder of the war that seemed both a century and a day ago. In the center of the glade surrounded by clover their picnic lunch laid spread out before them. After they had done eating Hermione and George cuddled up together and watched their children chase butterflies and each other around the glade. George smiled sadly and sighed

"What's wrong my love?"

"Look how grown up our children are. Soon they will be off to Hogwarts and we will have an empty house for most of the year."

"Don't you want peace and quiet?"

"I am a born Weasley; we can't function in that type of environment."

"That would explain the large number of grandchildren then."

"Yeah, they better add some more rooms to the Burrow or we will never all fit inside." They both laughed. Each Weasley child had at least two children or was in the process of reaching two.

"Then I guess this little bit of news I have we cheer you up."

"And what pray tell is that Mrs. Weasley?"

"This house will not be quiet anytime soon Mr. Weasley." She smiled and brought his hand she had been holding down to her stomach.

"You are..?"

"A month or so yes."

"You are… "he kissed her "the most.." another kiss "amazing beautiful.." yet another "woman in the entire universe." The last kiss held so much passion that it nearly knocked the air right out of both of them. It was another wonderful beginning.

~Fin

Prophecy:

The descended of the Sage and the right half hold a key

The right shall have to prove himself worthy of the power the grows within him

The heir will be longed for by both sides of the scale but light shall have the upper hand if all bonds remain connected.

With their bond they will create within the vessel the power to protect the one to defeat the lord of darkness.

The power to create and the power to destroy shall converge on the battle field

The victor will use both.

A/N Thanks to everyone who read this. It only took me forever and a day to finish it. (I look sheepish, I promise) My muse likes to take extended vacations.

* I am now writing on under nom de plume Sarah Rae Smollet.