AN: I've been meaning to come and put a proper epilogue on this series for a while now and decided that today was a good day to do so. This epilogue is for the Most Beloved Brat on her 17th birthday. Happy wizarding adulthood.

Kings Cross Station, in general, and Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, in particular, were crowded. It wasn't that Draco Malfoy hated crowds, it was just that it wasn't really easy to maneuver through them with a cane in one hand and his four-month-old daughter Athena tucked in his other arm. When Hermione's parents had first bought them the baby sling that he now wore, he had thought they were crazy. But as he leg had gotten worse, he had become quite grateful for it. Some days, that sling was the only way he got to hold his daughter.

Many of those in this crowd were current and students of his at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and they knew not to get in his way. But those who would be First Years this year, including his oldest daughter, Libby, would soon learn. If not from Draco himself, then from Harry or Hermione or one of the other staff. Usually messing with Professor Malfoy meant messing with the whole staff. It used to bother him, but now he just found it rather amusing.

"Why are we here again?" Draco asked Hermione, his wife of nearly six years. "I mean, Libby has lived at Hogwarts for most of her life."

Hermione gave him an exasperated look that he knew was frequently used on her students. "Because Harry let Teddy ride the Express two years ago and Severus let Gabriel ride it last year. It's part of the experience, Draco. Let her enjoy it." She had their five-year-old son Phin on her hip. Phin had gotten quite attached to his step-mother and rarely left her side.

"It's not that I don't want her to enjoy it, Mi. It's just really crowded and Athena's still so little." He kissed the top of their daughter's head.

"That's why you have her, Papa," eight-year-old Scorpius spoke from his father's side. Where Phin tended to stick close to Hermione, Scorpius was his father's shadow. He even insisted on miniature robes like the ones his father wore in the classroom and could be found in the Potions classroom with Draco as often as he could sneak out of his own lessons with his great-aunt Camille. "Because all of the students know not to bump into you."

"Thank you, Scorpi," Hermione replied, smiling at the boy. "Have you seen your sisters yet?" she asked. Their older two daughters, Libby, her daughter with Ron Weasley, and Marcella, Draco's daughter with Astoria, were coming to the station with Draco's brother Reg and his soon-to-be wife, Katie. Reg and Katie had taken them shopping the day before for their robes for the upcoming wedding. The girls had spent the night at Malfoy Manor afterwards.

"Not yet, Mama, but there's Uncle Harry," the boy answered, pointing to an out of the way corner where Harry stood with his three children. Every once in a while, someone would approach him while he was out in public, but for the most part, the Wizarding world had finally left him alone. He still did his yearly interview and photo shoot with Teddy, Terzah and Romulus, and they had learned to just content themselves with that.

Phin wiggled to be put down and ran over to his cousin Teddy as soon as his feet hit the ground. Teddy had become Phin's favorite cousin this summer when Teddy had taken him flying.

Hermione greeted Harry with a kiss on the cheek, even though they had seen each other at breakfast that morning. "Draco's complaining about crowds again," she told him, smirking at her husband.

Harry chuckled. "He just doesn't want to think about Libby being old enough to be a student at Hogwarts. I went through the same thing with Teddy two years ago. I refuse to think about how old they are all getting."

"Your other two will be going next year," Draco reminded his twin.

"So will Marcella," Harry retorted.

"That's enough, boys," Narcissa said, as she and Lucius joined them. Moments later Reg, Katie, Libby and Marcy joined them. Soon the entire Weasley family joined them as Bill's daughter Victoria was also going to Hogwarts this year. Gabriel had woken up that morning with a cold and Severus had decided not to allow the boy to ride the Express, much to the young Slytherin's displeasure. As usually happened when the Weasleys gathered, the noise level increased ten-fold and Draco stepped away to allow Athena to continue sleeping.

"It's almost time," Lucius told them several minutes later.

There was a flurry of activity the three students hugged their family goodbye. Draco hung back, pretending not to watch as Libby said her goodbyes as he sung quietly to Athena. The conductor blew the two minute warning and Teddy, Libby and Victoria hurried toward the train.

Libby stopped just before boarding and ran back to him. Someone took Athena from him and someone else took his cane, allowing him to catch his step-daughter when she threw herself at him. He held her close, not willing to let her go. Even though they would be seeing each other again in a few hours, he knew this moment was important to her. He held her back at arm's length before taking her precious face in his hands. "My Livy," he whispered, using the nickname that he alone used. "I am so proud of my girl."

Tears filled her brown eyes. "I love you, Papa."

"I love you too," he replied, pulling her into another hug. "Now go. You don't want to outdo your Uncle Harry and miss the train your first year."

"Wouldn't want Uncle Sev to expel me before I even get Sorted," she said, kissing his cheek and wiping away a tear he hadn't even realized he had shed. With one last smile, she ran for the train again, jumping aboard just before it pulled away.

Wrapping his arm around Hermione, he took the cane that someone handed to him and they walked to the edge of the platform, determined to watch until the train was out of sight. He remember the day that she was born as if it were only yesterday. He remembered going to see her in the hospital that first night and giving her his old stuffed dragon, which he knew for a fact was tucked in her trunk, waiting to be transported to whatever House she was Sorted into later that night. Even though she had only legally been his for five years, she had always been his baby girl. And always would be.