I can't believe that this is finally over (I also can't believe it's been over 3 years since I started this story). This story has changed a lot from the beginning. I originally imagined it going a completely different way but as my writing developed, so did the ideas for this story. I want to thank all my readers, especially those that have been with me since the beginning. I know the updates were sporadic and I blame a lack of muse for that. However, it's a relief to say that this story is done.

On that note, I wanted to let all those reading this know that there's not going to be a sequel. I have ideas for Harry Potter/Naruto crossovers, so I won't be leaving this fandom for good, but none of those ideas include a sequel.

Enjoy this epilogue and thank you for reading!

One Year Later

Harry flipped the sign in his shop from Closed to Open. He and Kakashi had just returned to the wizarding world after a two-month's stay in Konoha. While in Konoha, Harry had made sure things were running smoothly at his other store while his lover—now fiancée—had dealt with piles of paperwork.

Harry had only laughed once or twice at Kakashi's misfortune but he hadn't fared any better. He had to deal with Ino and her mother, after all.

In Konoha, Harry had opened a shop for his perfumes. He also had moved on to selling soaps and candles due to constant requests. Since he knew he wouldn't be in Konoha all year, he had hired helpers to make his products and run his shop. Among them had been Ino, when she was off duty, and her mother.

Once they had found out that Harry and Kakashi were engaged, Harry regretted hiring the two women. They were constantly badgering him for details and Harry couldn't escape from them. After all, they knew where he lived.

Draco didn't help. He had thrived in Konoha, relishing the power that came with being a diplomat and being away from the reputation his family had built up. He always made time for Harry when the green-eyed wizard was in town but Draco had also been known to tell Ino where Harry was when Harry had tried to hide from the kunoichi.

Harry had opened up a similar shop in the wizarding world, to everyone's surprise. They had never considered that he would be content with being a shopkeeper when he could have had countless important positions in the Ministry or as an Auror. When Harry went back to Konoha with Kakashi, Neville and Luna helped run the shop. They had accepted his choices, even when others hadn't.

Still, his shop had become very popular within weeks. Harry suspected that most of the shop's popularity was due to his status as the Boy-Who-Lived. However, he had made it clear that he didn't give autographs or sit for pictures. He expected customers in his shop, not fans.

The bell above the door chimed as someone entered his shop. Harry looked up from where he was researching future recipes. His eyes widened as they landed on a familiar dark-haired figure clad in black.

"What can I do for you, Professor?" he asked.

Severus Snape looked around the shop. It was small but comfortable.

"I couldn't believe the rumors," he drawled. "Who would have guessed that the famous Harry Potter would have chosen a path that so closely resembled potions. I didn't know you had a fondness for such things by your performance in my class."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's surprisingly relaxing," he admitted. "But I'm sure that my choice in profession isn't the only reason that brought you here."

Professor Snape smirked and gave a small shake of his head.

"Of course not," he responded. "I also wanted to ask how your guardian was doing. I haven't heard word since I gave her the final payment."

Her? Final payment?

Harry's eyes widened as he understood what the professor was trying to say. Professor Snape had been the one to hire Yūgao all those years ago.

It made sense, once Harry thought about it. The man was Draco's godfather and he had also gone to great lengths to protect Harry while at Hogwarts. Third year had been proof enough. Not many men would stand between their students and a dangerous werewolf, after all.

"She's fine. Still alive," Harry said. Severus Snape gave a curt nod and picked something off the shelves. He brought it to the counter, where Harry rang it up.

"Seven sickles," Harry said. The Potions Master handed over the right amount of money.

Before Professor Snape could walk out the door, Harry stopped him with a few last words.

"Thank you, Professor. I couldn't have done this without you."

Severus Snape glanced back at Harry Potter before giving a short nod and striding out the door.