A/N: Here it is.   The last chapter is finally posted.  We'd like to thank everyone who has ever reviewed because you took time out to read our story.  And it's finally finished.

Jeremy Pritchard closed his journal.  The memories made from reading it again, still fresh in his mind.

He thought briefly of adding more paper to the journal, so he could add another entry, but immediately dismissed it..  Ridiculous, he though, I'm thirty-seven years-old, a grown man, Minister of Magic even!  Writing in a diary is just ridiculous.

"Jeremy!" he heard his wife shout from downstairs.  "We're gonna be late!"

Jeremy hurriedly grabbed the shoes he had been looking for before he had found his journal.  He stuffed his feet into them and leaped down the stairs.

Stella was waiting for him at the front door.   Her style had changed a bit since school.  Her hair was still short, but back to it's original color, dark brown.  She still wore black all the time, tonight, dress robes, which showed just hints of her shape.  There was also an accessory which Jeremy hadn't seen in a while.

"Safety pins?" he asked inquisitively as he descended the stairs.

"Thought I'd relive my glory days for a night.  That's what reunions are for after all," she said smiling.

Jeremy gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed his cloak, and headed to the fire place.  "Hogwarts!"

It looked exactly the same.  He had arrived in the Entrance Hall, his first true glimpse of the school.  He could see his eleven-year-old self walking into the school for the first time, clasping Colin's hand in the feast.  "Don't worry," came the echoing voice, "it'll be alright."

"Alright?" Stella's voice brought him out of it.  She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.  "Because I really don't want to be late."

"Yeah," Jeremy said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

The Great Hall looked astoundingly familiar, even though the House Tables had been pushed to the side.  The ceiling showed the perfect summer night sky, cloudless, with sparkling stars shining.  The banners still hung on the walls, each proclaiming the names of the Houses.

Hogwarts threw these reunions in the summer, every two years.  This was Jeremy and Stella's twenty year reunion and the class ahead of them were celebrating their twenty first year reunion.

The first person they saw was Ginny.  She was on Draco's arm as usual and smiled brightly.  "There you two are," she said, hugging them both.  "Why are you late?"

Stella explained to Ginny while Draco and Jeremy greeted each other with simple nods.

"Been a while," Draco said, a smirk on his face.

"Almost a whole week," Jeremy countered,

"How is everything?  The kids?  Madison's doing well in Slytherin."

Jeremy nodded.  "Straight marks.  She likes potions, says you're her favorite teacher, but then that might be because she knows you.  Bade's coming here next year."

Draco smirked when he heard the name.  Jeremy remembered the first time Draco had heard the name he had laughed openly.  "Bade?  What kind of name is Bade?"

"It means full moon." Jeremy had tried to defend the name, but it just made Draco laugh harder.

"How manly!  I wonder who came up with that.  Could it be your wife whose name means star?"

"Think he'll be a Slytherin?" Draco asked, not laughing at the name now,  for Stella would be in hearing distance if she cared to pay attention.

"Actually, I think he's more of a Ravenclaw.  Liz certainly thinks so."

"She married Potter.  Poor girl," Draco said.

"Talking about me, are you?" said a voice to their left.  It was Elizabeth Potter nee Pritchard.    She was a petite blonde, which she had inherited from her mother, and on her arm was the famous Harry Potter.

"I didn't know you were coming tonight," Jeremy said, giving her a hug.  "Hello, Harry," he said, turning to his brother-in-law, and trying to keep his voice from sounding strained.  It was no secret that the two disliked each other, but they tried not to make Liz upset about it.

"Jeremy," Harry said, nodding.  "Malfoy."  He always seemed to relish using Malfoy's last name as his wife didn't make him call him Draco.

"Of course, we were coming!" Liz said loudly.  "What did you think we'd do, sit at home all night?"

"So I'd hoped," Jeremy said.  "Great to have you here, though.  Just strange.  It's a night of nostalgia; you ruin it a bit," he clarified.

"Jeremy Terrian Pritchard!  You are such a goddamn drama queen!" she shouted, laughing.

Draco, after laughing for a moment, put on his teacher face.  "Mrs. Potter!  That will be ten points from Slytherin for using inappropriate language!"

Liz laughed at her old potions professor.  "I can't believe I used to find that so scary," she gasped through her laughter.

"Well, now you find it sexy, don't you?" Draco said without thinking.

Liz and Harry shot each other looks.  They didn't like it being mentioned that they had fallen in love when he was still her teacher, which had almost cost him his job at Hogwarts.

Jeremy still remembered the day he had found out about the two of them.

"Harry Potter?  Liz-" he had shouted.

"Jerry, hard as it is to believe this is not your decision!  It ours!  And we've already made it!" she shouted right back.

"But he's older.  And stupider.  And your teacher!  Do you have any idea what kind of things he did to me back in school?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes," she said exasperatedly.  "Yes, you've told me before.  But he's changed.  And I love him."

Jeremy hadn't been able to argue with that, and they were married soon after.

"Draco!" Ginny broke in suddenly.  "I want to mingle."  Pouting and throwing a mock fit.

"Duty calls," Draco said being pulled away by his wife, though he was probably fine with leaving after his large slip up with this crowd.  "See you, Jeremy.  Liz, Potter."

Stella came over and gave Liz a hug.  "Hey, Liz.  Harry," she smiled at him to.  "How are things?  I haven't talked to you in a while."

Jeremy stopped listening.  He saw him across the room then and couldn't stop himself from walking over.  "Hi," he said cautiously.

"Hi," Colin said back, sounding just as guarded.  "How are you?"

"Okay.  You?"

"Alright."

An awkward silence fell over us, and Jeremy tried to remember why he had felt the need to do this to himself again.

"So," he said slowly, "You're Minister of Magic?"  He looked just as uncomfortable as Jeremy.

"And you're a... photographer."

"Yeah," he agreed.

Jeremy, of course, knew exactly what kind of photographer Colin was.  He was a tabloid photographer.  Many pictures of Jeremy's friends from work had had rather embarrassing pictures in the newspaper, most of them with Colin's name in the caption.

"Well..." Jeremy trailed off, feeling more and more like a failure for allowing this to happen to his best friend.

"Well, I'm going to go," Colin said.  "People to see..."  He turned and left.

"Yeah..." Jeremy said softly, though Colin was out of hearing range.

"If it isn't Jeremy Pritchard," came an all too familiar voice.

Jeremy turned to face his old... well... acquaintance.  "Ron Weasley.  Haven't seen you since you quit the Ministry."

"Yes well," Ron said, still looking pompous.  "I didn't really need to work after my wife wrote half of the Hogwarts book list, as well as winning Best-selling Author of the Year, did I?"

"I suppose not," Jeremy replied.  "I always knew that Granger would be the one making the money in your relationship."

Ron smiled a bit.  "Hermione Weasley, breaking stereotypes every day."

Just then, Ginny appeared at Jeremy's side.  "I know that smile," she said.  "He's going on about his wife, isn't he?"

"As a matter of fact, he was," Jeremy answered, grinning.

"Hey, you tried being married to her and not happy," Ron said.

"I think I'll be able to succeed at that challenge," Ginny said, winking in Jeremy's direction.

Ron made a face that displayed how grossed out he was.  "Ew!  Wife sleeping with sister is not sexy!  Thanks for those images!"

"My pleasure," Ginny said happily.

"Ugh," Ron said, looking more calm now.  "Now, if you'll excuse me," he said before leaving them.

"We're walking around the grounds," Ginny told Jeremy.  "Draco and Stella are already out there.  You coming?"

"Yeah."  And they turned to walk out into the courtyard outside of the Great Hall.

"You know," Ginny said.  "Sometimes I don't know if I miss coming here, or if I'm glad it's over."

Just before he took the last step, Jeremy turned around and looked at the Great Hall once again.  The familiar banners, the familiar walls, the familiar people all seemed to add a sense of nostalgia.  Ron was hanging on Granger's arm.  Harry was mingling.  Vince and Greg were standing alone in a corner.  Colin was taking pictures.  Neville was falling over himself on the dance floor.  Hogwarts was Hogwarts.

And for once, Jeremy Pritchard didn't know if he wanted to leave or not.

A/N:  Sob, sob, sob.  It's over, we're so sad, and slightly drunk (uncle's wedding).  What did you all think of our ending?  Nice, huh?  Not quite as moralistic as the last chapter, but we thought it closed things up nicely.

Okay, so let's discuss our sequels.  Yes, sequels.  As in more then one.  We are writing two.  Though one's not quite a sequel.

Anyway, first we have a short (er) romance between Liz and Harry.  We mentioned it briefly  here, and we wanted to expand.  It's our first romance with a big age difference, so we'll see how we do it.  Anyway, we don't have a title as of yet.  We're thinking something with the phrase "It's not easy" or possibly just "green."  We'd like one or the other so there is the connection with this one.  But we'll take any suggestion.

The other sequel is "It's Still Not Easy Being Green."  This is an AU of our fanfiction.  We might have mentioned it before, but the basic idea is that Jeremy says no to Draco and doesn't pretend to date Ginny.  This will be cannon for OoPT.

So yeah, I'm being told to stop writing.  That's it.  Bye, all our readers!  We love you!