Epilogue: Breaking the Rules

A/N: … I DON'T WANT THIS TO END! *Sigh* But it must… Funny fact, I wrote this part first, before the story had even started! I wanted to post it as a one-shot, but some people conned me into writing all of that baloney on the webpages before us.

1) What was your favourite part?
When I finished level 3 on Crazy Taxi while writing the story! Also, Sir Fluffytons' epic Starkid speech.
2) When were my Starkid attacks?
… See reviews. I'm sure somebody counted them (because I didn't)
3) Like my link between the old requests of an alien and a butterfly?
Not on Facebook, Comix!
4) Since I already have epilogue, it's publish date is behind handed over to you all. When shall I publish the last part of HVS? YOU DECIDE! 'Cept no time in August, I'll be away from computers then. Not that you guys want to wait around two months for another update, right? … RIGHT?
OOOH! Publish it next Thursday!

Here is the final ever chapter, cuz I'm positive there won't be a threequel- although I hope there will be an A Very Potter Threequel! Thumbs up if you agree… Wait… I'm not on Facebook, am I? Oh, and before we begin, you may want to re-cap because there's a pop quiz coming up!

10 rules for dating my daughter (as written by Lord Voldemort aeons ago when having a child was a possibility):

1. You make her cry, I'll make YOU cry.

2. All dates must be chaperoned by a respectable adult.

3. All dates must be sealed and approved by me.

4. You may not take her anywhere with loud music, anything too mushy or somewhere tear jerking.

5. Any kisses cannot be any longer than one millisecond.

6. The kisses cannot use tongues, or any other bodily parts for that matter.

7. If my son owls me, or if my daughter comes home saying she is pregnant, I will cut off your private parts.

8. I'll cut off your fathers too.

9. If I, my son, or my daughter needs to talk to you, you come immediately- even if you're in the shower.

10. She would like Emeralds on her ring.

Tom Riddle smiled to himself as he took a peaceful stroll through some of his magical flowers he'd gotten Dotti to tender for him. This quiet time was a perfect time to reflect on all that had happened during the past years. He'd become, unbecome, and became again a father and they'd lost some people along the way… But none of that mattered now, because he had his family together again, safe. Him, his son, and his daughter. And, hopefully, one day soon, she'd be married. He'd hinted enough to her current boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, but the boy didn't seem smart enough to get the hint. Hardy smart enough for his little girl, but still… If the boy treated her alright, he was fine with their relationship. And also, his baby girl and his heir had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with fine marks, his daughter being Head Girl and Most likely to succeed, and his son being Quidditch Captain and Most Popular in his Year. Besides, he felt very much at peace in this quiet, serene… Hang on. Tom narrowed his eyes. Was that a… giggle he'd just heard? Yes… It had been. And had it been his daughters' voice that had giggled? His eyes narrowed further, and he stalked forward towards the rose garden. For a second, he reminded himself of his past-self, Lord Voldemort, who had spent a lot of his time menacingly stalking, and scowling, and playing with tiny Harry Potter statues to plan his enemies' demise…

But that was all over now. He no longer wanted to kill Harry Potter, especially since the Potter was not a Potter, instead a Riddle. He came to a bush, and pushed it back to make a peek-hole. A thorn dug into his palm, but he pushed the pain to the back of his mind. There, stood amongst all of the infernal mushy red roses, was his daughter, holding hands and smiling gushily to her boyfriend, Draco. Tom's eyes narrowed. They were alone, amongst roses… That boy had just broken Rules numbers 2, 3, and 4! Rule 3: All dates must be sealed and approved by him, her father; Tom had definitely NOT approved of this… uh… illegal meeting! Rule 2: All dates must be chaperoned by a respectable adult; nobody was near them, that didn't look chaperoned to anyone watching (A.K.A: Just Tom, but still!)! Rule 4: He must not take her anywhere with loud music, somewhere mushy, or tear-jerking; and, although there was no music in the air, roses signal beauty or something like that- which is very mushy, and there were tears in Tom's eyes from the thorn lodged in his hand. Hence, the boy took her somewhere mushy AND tear-jerking!

"Draco, what are we doing here?" His daughter asked innocently.

"Well… Sophia, we've been dating for a long time now…" Draco began, and Tom inwardly growled. This sounded like a break-up, and if this boy broke up with his daughter after what she'd been through, he would break that boy like a twig, and eat him for brunch! "… And I was thinking about something…"

"What?" Sophia frowned, thinking along the same thoughts as her father, minus the whole breaking him up and eating him between breakfast and lunch…

"Well…" Suddenly, Draco got down on one knee, and Tom's face broke out into a grin. The boy may have broken 3 rules, but he was following one of the most important- Rule 10… "Sophia, we've been together for a while now, and we've been through a lot. I've thought through it, and…" The boy wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, "Wow, I'm really nervous… Sophia, what I'm asking is, will you take the honour of being my wife?"

"YES!" Tom shouted, "FINALLY!" Too late he realised he'd yelled out loud. Draco and Sophia were looking at him.

"Dad… What are you doing?" Sophia asked. "Were you spying on us?"

"Maaaybeee…" Tom started, looking from left to right, "But it wasn't my fault! It was his, breaking rules number two, three and four!"

"Rules?" Sophia's eyebrows rose, because nobody had told her of the rules. Tom stood up, pulled his hand off the thorn, winced, and walked over to her and Draco.

"None of that matters now, carry on." He grinned. Draco rolled his eyes, but looked back to his girlfriend.

"As I asked just a couple of seconds ago, Sophia, will you take-" he was cut off.

"Yes, oh, Draco, yes!" She grinned, smiling as wide as her father. Tom smiled fondly, eyes watering for two reasons. A) That thorn had made a really deep hole in his hand, and B) His little girl was all grown up. Then his eyes narrowed as he saw the ring as Draco slid it on her finger.

"That doesn't have emeralds on it… Those are diamonds! You broke rule 10!" Tom wailed. Draco ignored him and pressed his lips to his fiancé. Tom stood there for a millisecond. "HEY! You just broke rule 5 as well! And- EEEEEEWWW! NO PDA! - Rule 6 anyone?" When they finally broke apart, albeit reluctantly, Tom noticed immediately that his baby was crying. "YOU BROKE RULE 1!"

"Phia, what is it?" Draco asked fondly.

"Oh- it's just," Sophia grinned through her sobs. "This is all so sudden, and brilliant, and- Oh, Draco, I have the most wonderful news!" She smiled warmly.

"What?" Tom could tell that nobody was paying any attention to him, and also that this wonderful news wouldn't be something he'd like.

"Draco, I'm pregnant!" She smiled. Draco's face broke into yet another grin as well, and Tom looked outraged.

"WHAAT! RULE NUMBER 7!" Then, he grinned… "But that means… Rule number 7 and 8…" Draco paled, yes, now he realised that her father was there… Tom grinned evilly.

"HIDE ME!" Draco squeaked, jumping behind his fiancé.

"What?" Sophia questioned trying to turn to look at her fiancé, then looking at her father. Then there was a pop, and her brother Harry Riddle appeared in a bathrobe, hair wet, and glasses titled shiftily off his face.

"MALFOY!" He ranted, "I've been calling for you for ages! You borrowed my shampoo yesterday and I want it back! I need it! I got into the shower half an hour ago and I've been calling for, like, 25 minutes! And I've got a date with-" He abruptly stopped upon seeing his father. "Uh, hi, dad…" Tom was too angry at his future son-in-law to notice his sons' slip-up, though.

"RULE! NUMBER! NIIIINNNEEE!" He screamed, eyes twitching, body shaking, and breathing heavily in anger. "YOU BROKE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY SIMPLE RULES!"

"Simple?" Wondered Harry. "'A kiss can only last a millisecond'. Yeah, dad, they were really simple."

"But, you know what that means don't you, Malfoy…" Tom began, grinning madly. "When you break all the rules for dating my daughter, I get to…" He paused dramatically, "Kill… you…"

"HOLY MERLIIIN!" Immediately, Draco sprinted for cover, with Tom hot on his heels.

"I still don't understand, but RUN, DRACO, RUN!" Sophia wailed to her fiancé. Then her eyes widened, seeing where he was running to. "Wait- STOP, DRACO, STOP!"

CRASH!
BANG!
WALLOP!
WAIT IS THAT EVEN A WORD?
WHO CARES!
WHOMP!
BOOSH!

It was too late.

"Hey, Phia, looks like your weddings going to be from hospital."

"Shut up Harry." The girl glared at him before running over to wedge her husband-to-be out of the greenhouse's glass walls. "Hey, Dad?" She shot her brother an evil grin- she was going to get him back for what he'd said. "Harry's dating a Muggle."

"SOPHIA! WHY!"

"…. HAAAAAARRRRRY!"

A/N: … Heh. Somebody's going to be in trouble…

1. What was your favourite part?
2. Who is Harry dating (pretty obvious, but…)?
3. Okay, who do you think will win this year's house cup? I really want Slytherin to win even though I'm a Ravenclaw that recently started rooting for the Hufflepuffs but since there's no way the 'Puffs will catch up in that amount of days and since I don't want Gryffindor to win because I'm prejudiced who do you think will win?
4. WHAT IS… Rule number 4? (No peeking!)
5. How do you pronounce epilogue anyway?

Please review! It'll be the last one you ever make on this story! *Sobs* or the first, if you have never reviewed!

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