A/N It's a kind of epilogue. Different than other chapters. Short. I love you all, people who read my story. I will send everyone who left me e-mail special thanks, and I promise to answer all those who didn't in one more Author's note.

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20 years later

Sometimes I wonder why it's me to live for so long. Not that I wish it was different – it's a pleasure to see as once children under my care, turn adults, live their lives. I love them all, whether good or evil. Tom Riddle never could understand it.

Now my mind comes back to these difficult times, when he, as Voldemort, together with Death Eaters tried to gain control over wizarding community. I don't think many people wonder how great impact he had on us all.

We all changed. War has it's own way of moving one's personality, showing hidden weaknesses and unknown strengths.

Have there not been Voldemort, would ever Remus find out that he is so trustworthy and able to help people that need comfort? Would ever Harry gain self-confidence? Would ever Hermione take her nose out of the book?

Have there not been Voldemort, Death Eaters would only remain proud, egotistic and probably not nice to animals people. Ones you don't like and maybe don't trust with your cat, but not a danger.

Our all society moved. We were in a state of stagnation, that only can be followed by corruption. We had to change our way of living, get to know there are more important things than titles, points, exams.

And most importantly only together we could stand against the evil. So we had to join our forces and forget who is a Gryffindor and Slytherin. We had to think about house elves, goblins, centaurs, even Muggles as important allies – not as means.

The change in our way of thinking about all these groups isn't yet completed, isn't yet sufficient. But it at last exists.

We sacrificed our children on the altar of cruel Goddess, War, and she took our gift, and burned us. But with great effort instead of being damaged, no more useful, we desperately worked not to let their sacrifice waste.

The fruit of deaths is our newborn law, political system, tolerance we learned the hard way. I don't say it was worth it all or some other nonsense. I only say we learned our lesson. And I do believe we won't repeat this mistake.

I look in the mirror again, to see face that is tired and worn. Maybe my own time will come soon.

But now I am waiting for arrival of Mr and Mrs Snape.

I hear someone knocking and I say 'Come in'

They come in.

We exchange our 'hellos' and 'nictomeetyous' and all these things. She seems a bit tired, but still there is a kind of… light around her. She smiles and looks at Severus, as if reminding him about something. He nods and turns to face me.

'Albus…'

'Yes Severus?'

'You know that the Mediwitch, what's her name…'

'Blenkensop.' No wonder he cannot remember her name – since Poppy died there were not a Mediwitch that would stay for more than three months. The situation even worst than it had been with Defence once.

'Yes, Blenkensop, she said the day will be soon…'

'Yes. I remember.'

'And so we wanted to ask you to be his godfather.'

That's definitely a good news. I remember about my duties and offer them sherbet lemon, or at least coffee, tea, whatever.

'We want to name him Albus Armand'

I drop the teapot I had in my hand. I feel a bit guilty about it, but I really hoped they would do something like that. Am I vain?

'I… don't know what to say…'

She smiles and looks at me mischievously.

'You can say your normal first day speech. The part about sitting down and eating.'

I am happy, when I see people I love happy.

'I have a present for you two.' I say.

They are both surprised. But I am sure they will like it. When I found it in one of forgotten rooms of Hogwarts, I immediately thought of them. I asked Hermione to check if the text is safe and translate it. It took har quiet a long time, but here it is.

And so I give them my present, my best wishes, and a bit of sweets. Severus even tries a biscuit, just to please me.

They open the package and I see as their eyes brighten.

Sometimes it's nice to be very wise, just as I am.

But it's even nicer to have many things to learn beforehand.

A/N: I have not said who is Severus' wife, because so you may put there who you want (like yourself ;)

There will not be a sequel. I was thinking of it, and that it just wouldn't be fair to poor Severus. He had enough. But I will write next story – I don't know the title yet, but it'll be about the 'Present' they got. It's going to happen in Founder's times. I would very much appreciate if you could send me where I may find information about them, and the songs of the Hat as I only own Harry Potter in Polish, and I need exact English text.

And please, everyone who read it till here, give me a present… Review! That's why I continue writing! Please, please…

Blenkensop was (if I remember correctly) surname Tuppence chose for herself in 'N or M?' by Agatha Christie.

Armand is because of Armand Jean due Plessis de Richelieu.