Epilogue.

The first time he saw him, it was pouring rain.

The train had slowed to a stop. Rain had pounded on the windows.

His eyes had flown open as the cold seeped into the room, and he had found himself gazing into her eyes. For a moment he had thought he had somehow died along the way and not noticed, but his rational mind had soon caught up to him.

He had torn his gaze away from those eyes he knew so well and found himself looking at her husband. The hair was just as he had remembered it.

But that wasn't right.

It couldn't be.

The man had died over a decade ago.

With a jolt he had realized exactly who he was standing in front of.

Her son.

The one who had survived.

The boy had her eyes. Her eyes and her husband's appearance.

The boy was a living, walking, breathing testament to them. To the woman he loved.

For the first time in years, he allowed himself to feel hope.

A/N: The end. Did you like it? Sorry about the wait, my schedule's a bit crazy right now. I wasn't too sure about this chapter… What do you think? I may end up editing it later… Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

PS: My apologies to all those waiting for an update of The Wolf and the Doe; as I said, my schedule is rather full at the moment and I've been having trouble fitting in time to write. On top of that, I am also coping with a (mild) case of writer's block. Fear not, however. I shall be back in full swing soon and will update the story as soon as I can.

Sorry it took so long to update, Fanfiction's been down... Thanks to Wizards-Pupil for teaching me how to upload this chapter! Check out her stories - Fred/Hermione all the way baby! :-)