Here is the epilogue you have all been waiting for, hope you enjoy it. This story is officially over.
2006 8 yrs later 26yrs old
He stood in front of a mirror buttoning up his crisp white shirt. Three buttons from the top he stopped and looked at his chest. Memories flooded his mind. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath stopping the tears wanting to fall. He opened his eyes again with the blaring of horns from the street below. He reached to the black tie on the counter and looped it around his neck not ready to restrict his neck knowing of the arduous day ahead. Walking across his apartment, he grabbed his messenger bag slinging it over his shoulder and draping his jacket over it. The elevator ride to the first floor took mere seconds and his polished shoe stepped into crowded morning street. He took his small white ear buds and plugged them into his ears and turned up the music on his new ipod. Pushing through the crowds of tourists he made his way to the Starbucks on the corner.
"The usual, tall Chai tea latte." He voiced past the crowds of caffeine crazed people.
"2.70"
He paid and continued his journey to the subway. People crowded around him making it hard to breath. A baby continuously cried making his ears ring. Escaping the chaos at Broadway he continued his walk to work. Entering the marbled lobby he took another elevator ride to the 25th floor.
"Any new messages, Roxy?"
"On your desk Mr. Malfoy"
"Thanks."
He pushed open the door to his office and settled into his comfy chair. Enjoying his tea while looking out over the city, he was interrupted when someone entered the office.
"Ready for the meeting at nine Draco?" he spun around in his chair facing the intruder. "Damn boy you need to tighten that tie up unless you want old Rogers to wring your neck with it."
"Thanks Mitch, did you look over that report for me?"
"Yea, it should be on your desk. Do you want to do lunch tomorrow?"
"Actually I am cutting the day short tomorrow. I have some important things to take care of. Well unless I don't survive this meeting."
"Alright man, Friday?"
"Sure."
Draco prepared for the meeting to come praying it would only last an hour but knowing deep inside it would last a whole lot longer. Rubbing his temples he readied himself for the presentation he had worked nearly four years on. If he didn't succeed now then all was lost. Too bad today of all days was the day his mind was not ready to give the presentation but he had no choice. It was now or never.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. I have a proposition. A proposition that will change the wizarding world as we know it. A change to modernize the old ways and enter the modern world." Draco clicked the button and a screen descended from the ceiling beginning his presentation.
Seven hours later it was over; Draco was sitting on a grassy hill soaking up the sun. In that moment he could not believe what had just happened. He was now the most wealthy and famous wizard of his generation in a technological stand point. He had successfully created the most important change for the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy was the creator of the Wiazarding Web or for short the WW and all the components attached to it. In a matter of months companies would begin productions of computers that would never loose power and hold extreme magic. Witches and wizards will be able to communicate with other witches and wizards in other countries. Owls would become useless and instead everyone would be using wiz-mail. Everyone will be chatting with each other on Wizarding Instant Messaging (WIM). Students will not need to use quills but be able to type out all their homework. Information can be found with just a click. Right now Draco Malfoy was god. The idea came to him after learning about Muggles and their own World Wide Web. He couldn't believe no other wizard had the idea to warp the Muggle internet and create a wizarding version of it. Maybe the wizarding world was afraid to modernize or maybe no one cared but it was Draco Malfoy who decided to do something about it.
After graduating from Hogwarts, he decided he could not stand to live in England. Draco packed his bags and headed to the one place he felt at home, New York City. For two years Draco grew accustom to the city and there the idea for WW sprang into his head. In New York he made connections with the top wizading businesses, found a job, and spent the next four years creating his master piece. He even visited the Muggle creator of the World Wide Web. Draco traveled all around the world gathering information and creating new spells for his idea to work. After four years and multiple mistakes he finally created the master spell that pulled all his work together. This was the most complicated and longest spell ever created but to Draco it was worth it. Draco felt like he had completed all the work he wanted to do in his life and he was only 26.
His years of non stop working were a way to keep his mind from the one person who always found a way to haunt him, Ginevra. Every morning when he dressed he thought of her. Every year on the anniversary of her death he went to her grave, leaving her a bouquet of star gazer lilies and a letter. Each time he returned they disappeared. Every night he had dreams of them together. Dreams of them marrying and having children. Every year on her birthday he would go to a restaurant, reserve a table for two, and celebrate her birth. Every June 1st he would celebrate the day she became free. He lived his life for her. He even made the first computer made to be called the GW-Butterfly in dedication to her.
Draco had kept the promise he made to Ginevra. He had lived a fulfilling life and did not pass on opportunities. It was true women would flock to him at the clubs and he didn't deny them but in each relationship he never found himself whole. He wanted to have children but he found that he could never find the right woman. That was his only regret so far, not having children. He wanted his family name to continue on.
Living in New York City was a dream to him. He lived every moment for her. He kept a scrapbook that he would one day give to her. He visited all the sites, he went to the museums, and visited Central Park almost every day. And today after the meeting that changed his life he went straight to Central Park to lie on a grassy hill and clear his mind from the gruesome yet rewarding day. He also needed to clear his mind, for tomorrow would be the nine year anniversary of the death of his love, his Ginevra. He only needed to make a quick stop at work to sign some papers and then he would be off to England to her grave.
The sun was shining brightly the next day though Draco felt otherwise. He had cried millions of tears and they still continued to flow down his face. The bouquet of star gazer lilies sat in the green grass near her grave and Draco leaned against her grave stone telling her the events of the past year. He told her his of his accomplishments of the WW and how he didn't want to marry because no woman completed him more than her but he wanted children and he didn't want to half heartedly marry someone. Sinking low to the grass Draco closed his eyes hoping sleep would seize him and Ginevra would tell him her answers in his dreams. Draco didn't know how long he slept but he was jolted awake when a light breeze swept past his neck. Opening his eyes the sun was just beginning its descent. Looking around he noticed a butterfly resting on his knee. The butterfly open and closed its wings as if waving and saying 'Draco it's me Ginevra. I love you.' Then the butterfly took flight. Draco watched as the butterfly disappeared into the sky. He smiled softly to himself remembering what Ginevra had told him in his dreams.
2022 16 years later 42 yrs old
"Daddy, tell us the story of our mother."
"Alright Miss Ginevra Adeline, your mother was the most beautiful creature to walk this planet but now she is in heaven."
"I was named after her wasn't I daddy."
"Yes you were my little one."
"Gin, you know he is making all this up. He doesn't even know who our mother is. She is probably some crack whore who lives in Queens."
"Come on Tristan, you know that is not true and don't talk like that in front of your sister. I know who your true mother is and that is all that matters."
"But dad, if Ginevra was our mother then she would have had me when she was like eleven or something and I would be like really old."
"Believe son, believe in miracles."
"Whatever, I am going to go on WIM"
"Alright but don't stay up too late."
"She is real though, right daddy, our mother because I see her in my dreams every night."
"Yes my Gin, she is real if you believe in her. You see this right here." Draco pulled back his shirt revealing the butterfly on his chest.
"Yes, that's mommy. She left you a special mark and she left me and Tristan a mark too." Seven year old Ginevra lifted shirt revealing the same butterfly mark on her heart.
"You know mommy loves you forever and she watches over you and when you see a butterfly in the sky that is mommy saying hello."
"Why did mommy leave us?" Ginevra cuddled under her covers ready for bed. Draco lay down beside her.
"Mommy hurt herself because she thought no one loved her but she came back as a ghost and daddy saved her. Daddy showed her someone did love her………." Draco continued to tell the story till Ginevra fell asleep. He looked down at his beautiful little girl. She did look so much like his Ginevra. She had beautiful long red hair and freckles splattered across her face but she had the eyes of her daddy, a stormy grey. Draco crept quietly out of the room as to not wake his daughter.
Walking into the living room, 15 year old Tristan sat on the couch typing away to his friends in WIM. Tristan too resembled his love. Looking at the portrait of Ginevra that hung about the fireplace Draco look back to his son. His face was the male version of Ginevra but his build was Draco's along with his silver blonde hair. After leaving Ginevra's grave sixteen years ago he was determine to have children. He went to different donors to find a specific match to her. Once he found that Draco put out a search to find someone to carry a child for him. Draco found a family oriented and healthy woman to carry his child in lower Manhattan not far from where he lived. Draco's sperm and the donor's egg were planted in the woman and nine months later Draco was given a son, he named Tristan Cael Malfoy. When Tristan was nine Draco decided he wanted to have another child and he used the same donor and previous woman that carried Tristan to carry what was to be his little girl, Ginevra Adeline Malfoy. As the children grew Draco was in awe how much his children resembled Ginevra. He raised his children telling them of her and how she was their true mother. Every year they went to England and visited her grave.
"Why do you feed Gin all that bull about this Ginevra person?"
"You may not believe she is your mother Tristan but she is the love of my life and one day we will finally be together. It is a miracle son. Look at her picture and then look in the mirror and tell me how it is that you two look so alike."
"Dad you had an anonymous donor it is just coincidence."
"I don't think that at all son, not at all."
2037 15 years later 57 yrs old
Draco had grown old. The years were beginning to show on his face and he defiantly felt it in his body. Tristan and Ginevra had grown up. Tristan was married had one child and another one on the way. Ginevra was working as a reporter for the wizarding newspaper in New York City. Draco lived alone now and spent his days writing in his journals, pasting in his scrapbook, or walking in Central Park. Each year he still visited Ginevra's grave and celebrated his special days for her. Draco had become a wealthy old man in money and spirit and now he felt he had lived as long as he wanted to. He was finally ready to be with his love. August 31st, 2037 Draco went one last time to the grave of Ginevra. It was the 40th anniversary of her death. He told her of his life and retold the story of their time together in Hogwarts. This time when he left, along with the bouquet of star gazer lilies, he left the scrapbook.
After apparating to his apartment Draco called his children over. Draco was in bed when they arrived.
"Dad what are you doing in bed are you alright?" Ginevra asked coming to her father's side.
"My children, I fear it is time I must go and be with your mother."
"Daddy do not talk like this."
"Ginevra and Tristan, I will always love you remember that but I feel I have lived my life to its fullest. You two are grown and living on your own. I have done all that I can in life. All I want now is to be with my love. I have waited forty years to be with her."
"Daddy no" the young Ginevra knelt down by her fathers side and melted into tears. Draco ran his hand along her soft red hair. Tristan took his fathers hand within his own.
"I love you dad." Tristan said holding back tears. "All those times I said mom wasn't my mom was a lie. I always knew she was my mother. Tell her I love her and give her a hug and kiss from me."
"I will. Ginevra, my love, do not cry." Draco lifted her chin and gave her a kiss. "Whenever you see a butterfly or feel a gust of wind on a still day or see a star brighter than all the rest it's me. I love you my children."
Holding their hands Draco closed his eyes. Instantly he saw light. Draco felt as if he was running. Looking at his feet he was once again in his 18 year old body. Ahead of him he could just make out a figure. As he got closer the figure became clearer and clearer. First her eyes were visible, then her smile. Finally her ruby red hair came into focus and Draco began to run even faster to be in the arms of his love.
"Ginevra"
"Draco"
They crashed together in a tight embrace.
"I love you" Draco whispered into her hair.
"I love you too"
They smiled and brought their lips together for their first real kiss. Draco looked around, bouquets of star gazer lilies floated all around them. Draco saw his mother standing just past Ginevra. She looked as beautiful as he remembered. Leaving Ginevra's side he ran into his mothers arms and began to cry.
"I missed you so much mother." He held tightly to her as she stroked his blonde hair. "I never got to say goodbye."
"I am here now son. I will always be here."
Draco walked back to Ginevra and held her in his arms. She wiped away the tears from his face.
"Now we can spend eternity together like we should have"
"We can be free"
The End. tears I know...R&R Please.