Epilogue

Harry and Draco sat at the teacher's table next to Remus Lupin, the very first magical creature to ever be appointed to the position of Headmaster in Hogwarts history. Down below, stood a gaggle of first years shifting about nervously waiting for their turn to put on the sorting hat, Hermione Granger the youngest deputy Headmistress ever appointed to the school's History and first rate Transfiguration professor, held the hat proudly as she explained the procedures.

"Now step forward and sit on the stool when your name is called, and remember to please be courteous to whomever is sitting upon the stool, by staying silent until the house has been called." Then with a smile she called the first student forward.

"Violet Nott." The little girl scurried quickly to the chair and waited until the hat was put on her head. Draco leaned over to Harry. "That's Pansy and Theo's little girl, I didn't know they were still living in England."

"I believe mum said they moved back last Year, because Pansy didn't want her daughter attending Durmstrang." Harry replied.

After a minute or so, that hat shouted out Ravenclaw, and Draco couldn't help but be a bit astonished. "No one in the Nott of Parkinson families have ever been sorted outside of Slytherin, but I suppose there is a first time for everything." They were cut short when Hermione called out Daisy Nott's name and the twin sat down and was quickly sorted into Slytherin.

Soon the list dwindled down to the last few students, and Harry was surprised to see that Crabbe and Goyle had not only survived the war but somewhere along the line the two boys had switched sides and gotten married to each other, because their son Grayson Crabbe-Goyle was sorted into Hufflepuff along with several other students. It wasn't until Hermione called out Aster that Harry and Draco sat up a bit straighter and watched their daughter walk forward daintily and sit on the stool.

It took almost a full minute before the hat shouted out Slytherin and Draco whooped for joy causing Harry turn a lovely shade of red next to his husband. "Celebrate now, love." Harry murmured in Draco's ear as they watched their daughter skip over to the Slytherin table and sit down next to Theodore and Pansy's other daughter Daisy. "Because in one more year, Sirius and James will be here and there is no chance that our sons will be sorted into Slytherin."

Draco turned to reply. "Love, I was not celebrating for that, I was celebrating because I won the bet and you my love are bottoming tonight." Harry chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Draco's cheek. They then watched as Hermione's own son Aidan sauntered forward and hopped onto the stool. Before, his mother could settle the hat on his ginger head it was shouting out Slytherin and everyone one at the head table gasped in shock. Ron who had slipped in to see his son sorted shrieked "Bloody Hell," and passed out in a dead faint at the back of the room.

"Well if that wasn't the shock of the century for the Weasley family." Draco said with a laugh.

Finally, Hermione reached Blaise and Neville's twins Mordred and Morgana Zabini who where both sorted into Slytherin.

"Well," Harry conceded. "I suppose this is the year of the Slytherins."

Laughing, Remus nodded. "But I have no doubt that next we will have quite a few Gryffindors."

"What makes you say that?" Draco asked.

"Because Sirius, James, and Remus and Snape's son Matthias will be here of course," Harry replied. "And there is absolutely no way our sons will be anything less than the future marauders."

"Merlin, help us all." Severus muttered from his place on the other side of Remus. "I think I should retire before they get here."

~Finis~

A/N: I hope every one enjoyed the story, and I will start posting my next project sometime soon. Thanks to all the reviewers few though you may be. I appreciate all of your encouragement that is what makes writing fan-fiction fun for me.

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