A/N: Yes, my dear readers. This is the last thing you'll read in this story. I'm sorry if this epilogue is a bit short, but there wasn't that much to say about things. Things is left for your imagination, just as it's supposed to be. Don't missunderstand me, though, everything is there, but if you don't like it, let your imagination change it ;)

Just want to thank all of you dedicated readers; without you this would never be possible. I would never have finished this. Over all I think it turned ut pretty good, but who am I to judge?

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Master of Puppets

Epilogue

I'm diggin' my way, I'm diggin' my way to something; I'm diggin' my way to something better.

One can never know how to react when something unexpected happens. Whether you lose someone you loved, or lose someone you thought you could love further on. There's always something new to the picture you didn't expect to see, a new twist to the story you'd never heard before. But you'll get through it. And you'll see that it wasn't as bad as you first thought.

Everything was back to normal. Almost. Blaise returned to Spells, Ron returned to Romania to her wife and unborn child. Harry and Hermione both got jobs as professors at Hogwarts, where Hermione was the new professor of Charms after professor Flitwick had retired, and Harry was the new professor of Defence Against Dark Arts.
Albus Dumbledore didn't get any better, and died peacefully in his bed the fourth of April 2003. He would be missed. Minerva McGonagall was appointed Headmistress, and everything went back to normal.

It was the last month of that school year. Hermione had just finished a class with the seventh year students. She was about to gather her papers and things when she notices a black haired girl staring out the window. She had been staring out the window the whole class, and every class Hermione had had her in.

She went up to her and looked out the window.

"He won't return, will he?" Carmen asked.

Hermione sighed. She had promised not to tell. But what was the point? Castor was dead, and he would never come back. Don't tell her. Fine.

"I don't know," she lied. "He could return."

"He said he would come for me," Carmen said. "At least that was what Potter told me."

"Then I'm sure he will," Hermione said and smiled. Why not put the poor girl's misery to a rest? She gave her a pat on her shoulder and then she left her.
She felt a little bit bad for the girl – she killed him. If she could choose she would have wanted to find a way to turn Castor mortal. He had been a good friend, and he had been like a brother to her. She didn't want him to die – again.
"I'm sorry," she whispered when she left the room. But Carmen Olive wasn't the only one with a broken heart; Hermione had killed the man that had helped her get through so much. Maybe he hadn't had a good way to do it, but he did it, and that mattered to Hermione. She hoped Carmen would get over it, just as Hermione had. It was hard, she knew that, but it wasn't impossible. Everybody couldn't get a happy ending for free; they had to make it themselves. Hermione would make her own happy ending, and attending to Hogwarts as a teacher was her first step. She was on her way to something better, she knew that. This was good.

No, one can never know how to react when something unexpected happens. But we'll all get through it somehow. We have to find our own happy ending, and we all have to find our lives again. We have to make the best out of it. And when we do, life goes on.