A/N: Before you dive into the epilogue, I'll clear up something mentioned in a review: Rodolphus's hair colour/appearance was never mentioned in canon, as far as I know. Some of you made the connection between the blond hair and the Malfoy family; that was semi-intentional. There are few pureblood mania family names, and as Lucius Malfoy married a Black, the Malfoys and Blacks weren't that closely related. The same must be true of the Lestranges (assuming that the Blacks weren't heavily reliant on incest). So I supposed that it only made sense for the Lestranges and the Malfoys to be fairly closely related. In any case, all Purebloods are related somehow.

Okay. Onto the story! Enjoy!

Epilogue

Victoire Weasley was born on the second of May; the second anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.

Ginny and Harry Potter were married almost six months after.

Halloween of the millennium year was dry and crisp, and Ginny walked down the isle in her wedding dress; the gold embroidery on the bodice of the dress complimenting the red of her hair - the same colour as the surrounding autumn leaves.

The flowing cream lace of the skirt of the dress just trailed along the grass as she danced with Harry after the ceremony. The couple had been in agreement that while they were happy to marry at The Burrow, they didn't want the tent.

Ginny liked to see the sky.

And so they danced, her head on his chest, his arms holding her securely to him.

They were both beaming.

Around them, leaves fell from the trees. Teddy danced with Ron and Hermione, before running off again to look at the baby.

She was adorable, Victoire; all blue eyes and golden curls. Teddy had been enamoured since he'd first seen her.

Harry and Ginny swayed silently to the music. They were where they'd wanted to be. Harry and Ron had excelled in their tests, and were fully fledged aurors. Hermione was a proud member of the Magical Law Enforcement department, and Ginny was playing Quidditch on the Holyhead Harpies.

Harry hadn't forgotten the significance of the date, and when he'd explained it to Ginny, she had immediately agreed that this was the perfect day for the wedding.

Nineteen years ago on the thirty-first of October, Harry had lost his family.

It was only right that he would marry into one that he loved on the same day.

The day of their wedding was full of joy and laughter, and a little sadness for those who couldn't be there. James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Fred. They were in Harry's heart, and he and Ginny thought of them fondly, gratefully, leaving half of the front row empty during the ceremony.

It had been half a year since Ginny's return, but still the occasional nightmare plagued the couple. They tried not to think about it too often; Rodolphus was locked up in Azkaban, after all - he could do nothing to them now.

In the end, thought Harry, as he danced on the soft grass with his wife; trouble was impossible to avoid, and it seemed to seek him out actively.

Ginny looked up at Harry, and her brown eyes sparkled as she leaned up to kiss him.

Personally, he'd had more than enough trouble for a lifetime, but Harry knew that trouble was an unstoppable force. He was certain that more would arrive in due course.

But when it did, they'd face it together.

A/N: And so we've come to the end. It's unbelievable. I've been writing this story for years and years, posting it online since last August, and it's finally done.

I have some thank yous to say.

Firstly, to Camilla and H. You two were the first to ever read anything written by me, and I'll always remember your encouragement, and your continued support throughout the duration of this story. If it weren't for you two, who knows if I'd have even started posting on the internet.

Secondly, to Kirsten, who read this story and my other multi-chapter, and always promised to give me her honest opinion. Thank you.

Thirdly, to the reviewers. You have no idea how much your kind words and encouragement mean to me. I'd probably never have finished this story if it weren't for you.

Lastly, to every single reader. Thanks for sticking with me.

Thanks for letting me suck and not calling me out on it. You made me into a better writer.

Love always,

Abi