Epilogue

Ella and I sat together outside in the shade of the tent. Inside the large tent were people eating, talking, and laughing. We watched the Quidditch match going on, which mostly consisted of the adults trying to help the kids stay on their brooms.

The two of us, however, were lost in the past, looking at Orion and Ella's wedding album. We were reminiscing about how Ella and Orion were married two years after we left Hogwarts. We talked about how Orion had wanted to elope to Scotland, but Ella refused because she wanted her friends to be there.

So they had compromised and had a planned wedding in Scotland. It was in a big castle next to the Loch, and even Nessie showed up. Ella had told Orion that she wanted bagpipes to play the wedding march, but he said, "The only way in hell I'm having bagpipes at my wedding is if I can wear a kilt!"

So Orion wore a kilt- with nothing underneath, as the Scottish do.

Not long after that, Al and I were married. We travelled around the world before returning to England and settling down.

We laughed as we remembered it all. Closing the album book, I looked at my friend. I marveled over how everything had worked out, and now we sat here, both of us 28 years old and completely happy.

Al came over to sit by me. "Where's Emma?" I asked.

"James thinks he can teach her to fly," Al replied, rolling his eyes.

I gasped and protested, "She's only four!"

"That's alright; Orion was taking Jack up when he was three," Ella said.

"It's not safe!" I cried. "Go make him bring her back!"

I began to get up, but Al stopped me. "Stay here, with the baby," he said, referring to our son Michael, who I held in my arms.

Al left to fetch our daughter, and as soon as he left we were bombarded by Ella's sons: Jack, who was six, and Peter, who was five. "Mummy!" they cried as they rammed into her chair.

"Have you left Tristan all alone?" she asked, meaning her three-year-old son.

"He's with Daddy. Can we have some pumpkin juice?" Jack asked.

"Oh, why not; go ask Ginny, alright? Ask nicely," Ella told them.

Suddenly, a man came hurtling down from the sky. He steered his broom toward us. We screamed, and just has he was about to hit us, he turned sharply and instead flew through the tent. We heard others screaming, and a second later saw him come back around and land lightly in front of us.

"Do it again!" Tristan shouted, tumbling down from the broom.

"Orion!" Ella jumped up from her seat. I expected her to scold him, but instead she said, "That was fantastic!"

"Ella!" I gave her a look and got up to see if Tristan was alright.

"I mean, don't do that," Ella said, pretending to be mad.

Everyone around us was either laughing or, as most of the mothers were doing, shaking their heads and keeping an eye on Tristan. A moment later, everyone returned to their various activities.

I strode towards them, giving Orion a disapproving look. I knelt down, carefully holding my infant son in one arm, and helped Tristan stand up with the other. He had fallen down in his excitement. I knelt to his eye level and checked to be sure he wasn't hurt. He was fine, just very, very hyper.

A moment later, Al landed his broom with Emma on board. "Mama!" she cried, stumbling off the broom and running toward me. She threw her little arms around my neck and gave me a slobbery kiss on the cheek.

"Are you alright?" I asked, brushing her curly blondish-brown hair out of her eyes with my free hand. Emma nodded, a bright smile on her face. I smiled back, relieved. Al helped me stand up.

"Let me take Michael," Al offered. I carefully handed him our baby, and I watched as the tenderness surfaced in my husband's face. I couldn't have asked for a better father to my children. I reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. Al smiled down at me.

"Mama?" Emma tugged at my blouse.

"Yes?" I answered, picking her up.

"I'm hungry," she said, looking toward the table filled with food.

"What do you want to eat?"

But before she answered, a very pregnant Rose cried, "Wait, don't move!" She was holding up a camera. "I want a picture of you four," she said.

Al put his free arm around my waist, then reached around and playfully tickled Emma. She shrieked and threw her head back with laughter. Rose quickly took the picture, grinning.

Rose's husband joined us and gave Rose a hug from behind. Ella and Orion wandered over, with their boys following while somehow wrestling each other at the same time. Then someone decided to take a picture of all of us. James hurried over with his fiancée, Erin, not wanting to be left out. Rose's camera was handed to Ginny, who told us all to smile. But we didn't need to be told- we already were.

So there you have it! I'm considering adding a sort of sequel about what happened during seventh year, since the story (before the epilogue) ends in sixth year. Please tell me what you think in a review! I would love to know your opinion about that and about the story in general.

Of course, all Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Everyone else (Ella, Mae, etc.) is mine.