Author's Note: I should probably say that while I never had any intentions to leave this story, I've sort of outgrown writing it. I originally wanted to write what happens with Jasmine and the two Potter brothers, but I'm currently writing a different Lily/Scorpius|Next Generation! Fanfiction and I feel like trying to put some close to this story. It's nothing amazing and imagination is a necessity.

Epilogue

Lily kept pressing buttons on the remote repeatedly. Her grandfather had given her something that her Aunt Hermione said was called a telly. She said that it was like being able to watch plays. Lily had found sitting in front of the telly more addicting than anything. Especially in the last few months.

Lily looked down at her protruding stomach and smiled as she touched the ring that she had only just recently gotten on her finger. Her father hadn't been happy to walk a three month pregnant Lily down the aisle, but it wasn't like it had been a teenage pregnancy or anything.

"Lily, are in here?" The most familiar voice called out from the hallway.

"I'm watching the telly!" She yelled back to the hallway.

A pair of footsteps could be heard on the wooden floor and the couch was displaced from the weight. "Miss me?" Jasmine asked as she put her feet up on the table.

Lily laughed softly. "Of course. Where were you, anyway?" She asked.

Jasmine looked down to her stomach, which was protruding in the same manner and size. "Appointment."

"Oh." Lily's eyes opened. "Did they finally confirm it being a boy so that little Scorpius Jr.," she patted her own stomach, "can play with a miniature version of-."

"It's a girl." Jasmine announced.

"Oh." Lily mocked sadness. "So you're not naming her after my brother then?"

Jasmine smiled. "Afraid not."

The two girls giggled again, making them feel fourteen all over again.