Epilogue.

A lone man stood at the end of a cliff, near the sea. He was facing two grave markers. One read Summer Rose, beloved wife and mother. The other, Ruby Rose, activist and huntress.

She also had a memorable quote that labeled her as a member of the Potter family. "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

How fitting then, that his eyes watered as he stood there. He was death in every way that mattered. The bringer, the ruler, the embodiment.

He looked old. Wrinkles and crow's feet, and hair peppered with grey.

As he always did, in this position.

He sighed and his tears slowed. A small wave of his hand had the final epitaph carve itself in.

Forever remembered, and loved, it wrote.

She would be. He always remembered them. He always would.

As Harry Potter turned, his skin recovered its' youth, and his hair darkened back to raven black. He shoved hands in his pockets as he walked slowly away.

"Is that a goodbye?" a man called to him. Harry turned.

"Ozpin." he greeted. "How pleasant."

"Good day." Ozpin said politely. "Are you off?" he asked.

Harry nodded. "This is, indeed, a farewell." he replied. "Don't worry. You can call me if you want to pass on anytime."

Ozpin shook his head. "If only someone could give you the same courtesy." he murmured. He continued louder, "I'll remember that, but I think I shall be fine for some time yet."

Harry nodded, and vanished in his usual fashion.

"I hope you will be too." Ozpin said to no one, drinking from his mug.

Fin. Will have a sequel. Neo has to have her adventure she was promised, after all.