A/N: I cannot believe it, it's over. This is the last chapter! I almost want to stop typing; I don't want this to end! So anyway, I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please help me to 250 reviews? It would be a great early birthday present. And in the mean time I'll try to think of a possible sequel to this, sound good? Shall I just start? I know that's all you want.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Stop asking. Heh.

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The Epilogue: Lord and Lady Voldything

Hermione sat nervously at the head table, trembling with anticipation. The students in the Great Hall watched her, whispering behind their hands. Others waved to her, such as Lily Potter, Ginny and Harry's daughter, and Brett Weasely, Ron and Lavender's son. She did her best to focus on the sorting of the new first years, but she was much too jumpy.

"Relax, you're going to be fine," Tom whispered in her ear, his deep voice soothing her a small amount. "I don't know what you're afraid of anyway." She sighed and swiveled her head, meeting her gaze. His warm dark eyes (A/N: oxymoron anyone?) were always calming, and she didn't object when he lowered his hand onto her knee, stroking her cloak-covered skin gently.

"That's easy for you to say, you've already been DADA teacher for a year now," she whispered in reply, her voice lacking all ice.

"You know we belong here, you shouldn't be so frightened." Applause filled the hall as Headmaster McGonagall, who had replaced Dumbledore a few years previously, after he announced his retirement, stood up to address the school.

"Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts. I hope you all are ready to learn." Tom smirked as the hall of students grumbled. "Before I explain the school rules I am pleased to announce that we have a new professor among us this year. Professor Hermione Riddle shall be taking Professor Flitwick's job as Charms teacher." Hermione smiled and waved while blushing at the use of her sir-name and the reaction it got from the students. Tom continued smirking and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"The worst is over," he whispered, ignoring her pitiful attempts of shrugging his arm off her shoulder. The headmistress continued speaking as Hermione burned to glare at her husband.

"Tom! You're going to make poor Clark's head explode," she hissed, gesturing over to their son at the Ravenclaw table. He rolled his eyes.

"He's not even looking, he's to busy staring at Lily." Hermione reluctantly glanced at him and followed the 3rd year boy's gaze. He was indeed watching the 2nd year Gryffindor. "Isn't she a little young for him?"

"That didn't stop Harry, Ginny's a year younger than him and that didn't stop him from snogging her senseless in front of the whole common room." Tom shrugged and glared at his plate.

"Damn, when's the food coming?"

"Chill Tom, don't eat the table. And I think it's cute, Clark's crush. They would be an adorable couple when they're older." Tom looked at her in disbelief.

"But she's supposedly the heir of Gryffindor! And Clark's the heir of Slytherin! That's just wrong!" Hermione scowled at him, finally succeeding in shrugging off his arm.

"Clark isn't even in Slytherin!" His eyes darkened, but she wasn't threatened. He wasn't that person anymore.

"Don't get me started on that damn hat," he hissed back, rewrapping his arm.

"With that final note, let the feast begin," McGonagall finished and the plates filled immediately with food. Tom dove elegantly for a platter of stake as a first year with brown hair down to her shoulders and a round but pretty face caught Hermione's eye. She turned to Professor Sinistra, who was on her left.

"Professor, who's that first year at the Gryffindor table? Tom was distracting me so I didn't catch her name during the sorting."

"Hermione, you can call me Melissa, you are a staff member, not a student. And that is Sarah le Soir, you might have heard about her before. She's the great granddaughter of Gabriel and Perry le Soir." Yes, that explained why she was so familiar. She looked just like her great grandmother, and she had her great grandfather's nose. Hermione didn't recognize her eyes, nor her shell-like ears, but there was no mistaking it, this was Perry's descendent.

"Tom," she said to her husband as he cut his stake.

"What?"

"Look at that girl." She pointed to Sarah and Tom followed her finger's trajectory.

"Is that-"

"Perry's great granddaughter Sarah le Soir. Se should be fun to teach, huh?" He rolled his eyes again. She laughed and punched his shoulder. "What are you, seventeen?"

"Are you saying I wasn't wonderful and understanding when I was seventeen?" Tom gave her a puppy dog put she had seen on her first day in the 40s. "I recall you also thought I was gentle and loving at that age as well." He gave her a very Slytherin wink.

"You've been spending too much time with Ron." She ladled some pasta onto her plate as Tom snickered to himself. "Speaking of whom, he owled to this morning to say he's been promoted to head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the ministry."

"Good for him. And how's Lav Lav?" Hermione chuckled and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you? She's expecting again." Tom dropped his fork onto his plate and snorted softly.

"At 35? Isn't she getting a little too old to have another kid?" Hermione gave a sly grin.

"I guess Weasleys are just really fertile." He gagged on his glass of water.

"I'm eating here!"

"Whatever Lord Voldything." He glared at her and looked around to make sure no one was listening.

"If anyone overhears us, they'll think you're insane. And anyway, that would make you Lady Voldything." He kissed her on the cheek, leaning over the arm of his chair.

"Oh shut up." She bit into a role and he resumed cutting his meat.

"Ha ha, I win."

"No you don't! Just because I couldn't- oh!" Her voice pitch had risen to a shrill squeak and she glared at Tom. "You have to stop doing that damn spell!" He struggled to keel his face stoic as she hissed, "I can't believe you!" It didn't sound very menacing, since her voice resembled one of the members of Alvin and the Chipmunks.

"Are you accusing me?"

"Well let's see. That first day in Hosmead you told me you invented that bloody spell. And you've used it a thousand times on your poor son." He smirked as her voice cracked.

"Fine Mione, Normas chatten."

"Thank you." She sighed and returned to staring about the hall. Their son waved, flicking back his black hair, his brown eyes full of warmth. She grinned as she noticed a glint of gold around his neck, his thirteenth birthday gift. That time turner was defiantly going to be a family heirloom.

Yes, Hermione thought as Tom placed his arm around her shoulder for what had to be the hundredth time that day. I've done my job. Tom absentmindedly drew a circle onto her shoulder blade with his thumb. She raised her left hand to stroke her lightening bolt scar with her index finger, her defining mark. It's good to be home.

Fin

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A/N: Or not? Little Clark may do some time twisting, if I can think of a plot… Anyway, I would just like to thank my reviewers; you all make it worth updating. And check out my other stories, Magnetic Attraction, Where White Meets Black, and A Well-Kept Secret!

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Goodbye! -Faints-

Final Word Count: 1380