So here's the last chapter and the official end of my trilogy. This was a really hard one for me to write because it really means the end, and I've spent so much time in creating this world of second-generation characters that I'm now finished with. I'm really pleased with this chapter, though. Enjoy!

Clarice was tapping her foot impatiently, before yelling up the stairs, "Andrew! Get down here now! Everyone else is already here and if you think your brother's gonna miss the train because of you, you've got another thing coming!"

"Daddy, why do we have to go? We don't get to go to Hogwarts this year so why do we have to go with Tristan." My adorable five year old looked just like Clarice, complete with auburn hair and deep chocolate eyes, and was wearing her most convincing pout.

"Yeah!" said Katie, my three year old whom I was carrying. She gave a pout as well, her bright Weasley-red hair falling in front of her eyes, also deep chocolate, which had grown wide. My three year old was just as bold as me and just as good at getting what she wanted, "Me and Maddie can stay home!"

"Oh, and who would stay home with you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Andrew!" Maddie said promptly. She was the Ravenclaw type, very logical (or at least as logical as a five year old can get).

"Oh yeah, that'll work," I said, rolling my eyes, "He can't even get down here on time. ANDREW!" I called up the stairs because I could see Clarice's patience wearing thin, while Tristan looked ready to go upstairs and drag Andrew down by force. I had no doubt he would do it too.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" And my nine year old came down the stairs, muttering something under his breath and closing his book. For a kid who looked just like me, and he did, same hair, same eyes, same chin, same nose, he was more like Clarice in personality, and I knew, even then, that he'd be my little Ravenclaw, along with Maddie. Katie and Tristan on the other hand, looked like a blend of Clarice and I, but in personality were very much fiery Griffindors. Katie in particular, even at three years old, was more daring than most eleven year olds. So much so that it almost made me worried, because I had know doubt that she'd try many thing she probably shouldn't when she got to Hogwarts. She reminded me of Rose quite a bit, to be honest. To this day I don't know how Rose ended up in Ravenclaw...

"Will we see Margaret there?" asked Maddie as we walked out the door, Clarice locking it behind us and sending an indulgent smile to Andrew while attempting to scold him, something I knew she wouldn't be capable of doing the moment she saw the book in his hands.

"And Henwy?" asked Katie from my arms, smiling brightly.

"Yes," I said with a smile at Katie's baby lisp, "Uncle Steven and Aunt Em are bringing Margaret, Henry, and Peter too." I called the last part back to Andrew, who's face split into a smile. "They've got to see Susan off."

"Why?" asked Maddie curiously as we all piled into the car, "She's been before!"

I shrugged, "Because they won't see her until Christmas and they'll miss her."

"Oh, so does that mean I don't have to come cause I wont miss Tristan a bit?" I had to hide my smirk at Andrew's comment. He was a pretty clever bloke, my son.

The ride to King's Cross Station passed smoothly enough, except for a few incidents, like when Tristan stole Andrew's book and made some snide, though admittedly clever, comment, to which Clarice remarked with a smirk that he was more like me than all the other kids put together. I wasn't even insulted by that, I actually felt pretty proud. At least one of the kids turned out funny, smart, clever, and attractive, well, all of them were attractive, but with parents like and Clarice how could they not be?

When we arrived we found Steven and Em immediately, for which I was grateful because Andrew slipped away with Peter and stopped making snide remarks towards Tristan, and Maddie and Katie finally stopped complaining once they had Margaret and Henry to play with.

"Where's Susan?" I asked as Steven and Em walked over.

"She's already run off to see Michael," Steven said with a scowl. I couldn't help but snigger. I hadn't seen Steven more irritated about anything since Em dated back when we were at Hogwarts, but when Susan came home for the summer with news of a new boyfriend he had managed to find at least three different instances every time we saw him to rag on Michael.

"Oh relax," said Em, rolling her eyes at him, "It's fine. They're young."

"Yeah, but what if she marries him?" he asked, his eyes wide at this new and terrifying possibility.

"I'm sure that's what Em's parents said about you." I couldn't help it, I swear I couldn't. Clarice didn't seem to think so, and hit me lightly on the arm, which I did not appreciate.

"So, is Tristan nervous?" asked Em, more to cut off Steven's retort, I think, than anything else.

"Are you kidding?" asked Clarice with a laugh, "Tristan? He's just strutting around saying how he'll be a Gryffindor and that'll be that. I don't think he's capable of nervousness!"

"We said that about James too," Steven said smugly, payback for my previous remark. I sent him a glare.

"Did you hear?" asked Em, I'm assuming to cut off my retort now, "Daniel was over last week and he told us that Robert was going to propose to Karen."

"Really?" asked Clarice interestedly, but I cut right to the chase.

"About time!"

"Well what was the rush?" asked Em, "I mean, he's only 36 and she's younger, and neither of them wanted kids, thank God, and-"

"Em, that's horrible," Clarice said, but Steven and I were laughing.

"You don't know Robert the way we do," said Steven through his laughter. I was laughing too hard to respond. It was so true.

"Robert's been one of my best friends for years," said Em, "And I love the guy, but those are not the genes we want passed down to the next generation!"

"He'd make one hell of a dad though," I pointed out, "Those kids would have loads of fun."

"Yeah, when they weren't getting blown up," said Steven, "Believe me, things are better off this way."

We all chuckled appreciatively, even Clarice, who had to accept the truth about Robert and his lack of parenting skills.

"Speaking of Daniel," Clarice said as our laughter subsided, "How is Erin doing? She's now, what, three months along?"

"Yeah," said Em, "And her morning sickness is subsiding, finally," she and Clarice both nodded in sympathy at Daniel's wife's plight, "Of course, she hadn't known what to expect, but now the worst is over until the labor."

"Says who?" I asked, and Steven nodded in agreement. We both knew, though Daniel didn't yet, that the worst for him was yet to come. The moods and the nighttime cravings would begin in the next few weeks, and boy was he in for some fun then. I shuddered a little bit remembering all the times I got up at three in the morning only to have Clarice yell at me for getting her the wrong type of apple. Don't get me wrong, I loved each and every one of Clarice's pregnancies, but those moments were definitely not my favorites...

Before either Em or Clarice could respond in reproach and give us a lecture on how they both suffered more during pregnancy than Steven or I could ever dream of suffering, we heard the train whistle. I looked around for Tristan, and saw him chatting with a blond boy on the platform. When they heard the whistle they both lugged their trunks onto the train. We waited for him to come back out to say goodbye, Clarice having collected Andrew, Maddie, and Katie, but he did not come out. Instead he opened a compartment window further down the train, which we all trotted over to.

"Bye guys!" he said, beaming. I noticed the blond boy was sitting in the compartment with him. I smiled.

"Bye sweetie!" Clarice was tearing up. I tried not to roll my eyes, and succeeded. Apparently, after years of effort might I add, my self-restraint was finally improving. Also, I was feeling rather sentimental myself...

"Bye Mum! Bye Dad!" he said, and I could tell he was also trying not to roll his eyes at Clarice. I appreciated the effort.

"Give 'em hell," I said with a smirk, "But don't get caught!"

"James," Clarice hit me on the arm before turning to Tristan and saying, "Be good. Do not listen to your father."

The train started pulling away.

"Bye!" he called, "Love you!"

"Love you too!" we both called together.

I smiled as my son was whisked away, off to Hogwarts where he'd really start living.

"I give him a week for his first detention," Steven muttered, having waved at Susan before strolling over to us.

"A week?" I asked, in a mock-insulted attitude, "He can do better than that! I give him three days."

To my surprise Clarice joined in and said, "Three days? No, no, this is Tristan we're talking about. Depending on how mischievous that blond boy he was with is feeling and how merciful Dad's feeling, I think he could have one by the end of the night. If it was Andrew," she glanced at Andrew, who was eagerly discussing some book with Peter, both impervious to Em trying to coax Henry and Margaret into putting their coats back on, an effort which involved much whining from the two young children, "I'd say he might make it through the year without one, but Tristan on the other hand..."

I chuckled.

As we walked back to the car, Katie elaborating on what Henry had said while Maddie and Andrew were talking to Clarice about what Ravenclaw was like, I considered the journey my son was making, the same journey I'd made all those years ago. This was really the beginning of the rest of his life. He'll make friends, lose friends, have crushes, find classes he hates and classes he enjoys, get away with things, get caught, find his best friends, and discover what kind of man he will become. After all, that's what I did.

I hope you all liked the epilogue. I always like to do my epilogues in the same way that J.K. did hers, just because I think of Hogwarts as a never-ending cycle, and every time people leave it more boys and girls come to take their place, but Hogwarts remains constant. Anyway, I've really enjoyed writing this story, and at this point I've become more attached to James Sirius Potter than I have been to any other character I've ever written. I'm taking a break from my usual cast for next-generation fics because I've created a world for them that's so detail specific in these three stories, When Fate's on Vacation, One More Year, and The Extremely Eventful Life of James Sirius Potter that it's hard for me to think about these characters in next-generation fics without seeing it through this trilogy's lens, which can be pretty limiting. That's not to say I'm taking a break from next-generation fics, though, I'm actually working on one about Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley called Never in a Million Years. If you wanna see something non-next-generation from me, I've been working on an Oliver Wood/Katie Bell story, but it's kind of been pushed aside to the back burner while I finished this up, but now I'm gonna really start working on it again. So, check out It Took a While if you feel so inclined. So, It's been great having so many people reading this story, and I'd love more than anything if everyone would leave a review and just tell me what they thought of the story overall.

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