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Epilogue

Harry James Potter wrapped his arm around the shoulders of his eldest child. He gave his son a quick glance to make sure that he was ready; the eleven year old boy gulped but nodded.

He pushed forward on the cart, his eyes flickering around the crowded station, making sure that there were no Muggles watching.

There was no one, so he steered his eleven year old soon through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

There was no hiding it from Daphne - Harry was nervous. He had never spent more than a couple of weeks away from any of their children, so this was going to be a major step for the both of them.

Harry drew attention from the masses gathered at the train station immediately. It was unsurprising, as he was the Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Won, and had been the starting Seeker for the English national team two years previous when they made it to the finals, only to lose to Bulgaria and Viktor Krum.

Harry had originally floated around for a while. He tried his hand as an Auror, but soon found that he no longer cared for fighting Dark Wizards and Witches. He had moved on to curse breaking, but was still unable to find the joy that he had while on the broom.

Thus, he had tried out for Puddlemere United, making Oliver Wood ecstatic. He had been an immediate hit in Puddlemere, and so he had stayed with Quidditch, becoming the star that his father could have been.

Daphne had become a Charms Mistress, as he always knew she would, and had taken the job at Hogwarts in place of the deceased Filius Flitwick. However, the distance from her children and Harry had eaten away at her, until she started up a shop in Diagon Alley, wherein she enchanted and charmed objects for consumers.

Next to her shop was the old apothecary, which was now owned by Hannah, who always had been a great Potions Mistress. She sold her Potions to the Professor at Hogwarts for a very good price, though that made sense, considering that Tracey Longbottom had helped her start up the store.

Hannah's husband, Blaise, had become a curse breaker, which resulted in him spending quite a deal of time away from his lovely wife. Tracey's, on the other hand, had risen to the station of Herbology Professor at Hogwarts. They had only had one child, so that they could focus on providing the future with an education.

Harry was soon joined by his fellow English and Puddlemere United star, Draco Malfoy, who played Chaser. He had shown a great aptitude for the position when he realized that he had no chance of out-Seeking Harry.

Draco was accompanied by his and Harry's agent, Susan Malfoy. She had started off in the DMLE, but accusations of nepotism regarding her rise and her Aunt's position had her changing her career to a contract lawyer.

Between her revenue of six percent the salary of her clients and Draco's millions of galleons per year as star Chaser, they had become one of the richest couples in Britain. They were easily able to afford for their three children.

Harry smiled fondly at Damien, his eldest son, and ruffled the boy's messy black hair. The bespectacled youngster glared at the gesture before smoothing his hair and winking at a slightly older girl, who Harry recognized as being Padma and Terry Boot's daughter. The girl blushed prettily at him.

"You've been spending too much time with Uncle Sirius lately," Harry chided affectionately as he observed Damien's mannerisms.

"If I was acting like Uncle Sirius, I'd be asking for gifts by now," he answered with a puppy dog pout.

Harry pretended to groan before pulling an empty sheet of parchment out of his pocket.

"Is this...?" Damien trailed off eagerly.

"Yes, it's the old Marauders Map," he affirmed.

"Awesome!" Damien shouted childishly, before adopting a more serious look as Padma and Terry's daughter stared at him.

Harry couldn't remember her name, but he knew that she had a somewhat foreign name. She, like Draco's children, was set to inherit quite a bit of money - not surprising, considering that her father was Minister for Magic and her mother was Headmistress.

"You seen Seamus lately?" he asked Draco quietly. Seamus had become a Healer, though he also helped out Aberforth at the Hog's Head. He had been quite upset with Harry when he refused to try out for the Kenmare Kestrels.

"Yes."

"And? Any news on Parvati's condition?"

Parvati had been taken to St. Mungo's after the battle, and had since stayed in the mental facility. Seamus was in charge of treating his old friend, but had made no progress with her. She had been relegated to an asylum after her second suicide attempt.

"No," Draco answered bluntly.

Damien was tugging on Harry's sleeve. "How does it work, Dad?"

Harry shook himself; he had completely forgotten about his conversation with Damien. "Well, Damy, to turn it on, you tap the parchment with your wand and say, 'I Solemnly Swear that I Am Up to No Good.'"

"How do I turn it off? You know, to hide the evidence, and stuff?"

Harry shook his head in mock exasperation. "Sirius really had corrupted you," he muttered. "To end it, tap it with your wand again, and say, 'Mischief Managed.'"

Damien thanked him, before saying his goodbyes to Selene, his younger sister by a year, Dean, who was turning eight, and his mother. He and his cousin, Scorpius Malfoy, then boarded the Express together, where they met up with Octavian Longbottom and Lucia Zabini.

Harry's arm was still around Daphne's waist after all these years as they and the Malfoys waved off their sons.

The Hogwarts Express drove out of the station, leaving behind teary eyed parents and younger siblings.

The new generation was starting. It would take a while to completely recover from the war, but they were well on their way.

A/N: And so, it's complete. Thanks to everyone who has read this, honestly, I'm beyond honoured at the amount of readers of this story. The first chapter of my new story is up, for those of you who care.