Epilogue

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You didn't have any idea what Merlin had planned for you.

It was warm as the four of them walked into the station, as the family entered King's Cross Station on the auspicious day of September first. It was a day that had been dreaded and awaited for many years, and even now as it began to pass, they still didn't know if they were glad or sad about this day.

"We're really going to walk through the wall?" asked the very eager Aurora Malfoy as she clutched her father's hand. She was the spitting image of her mother, with bushy brown hair and a heart-shaped face, but her eyes, her eyes were her father's. Her eyes were stars despite her name emanating from the rising dawn and the beautiful cascade of coloured lights in the night sky. However, she was wickedly clever – absolutely her father's child with the mischief she got up to. She was a daddy's girl though, hence why she was clinging to her father, dreading the day she'd be going on the train and living far away from her parents for so long.

"Yes, we are, darling. Your mother used to be scared of running through the wall," he whispered.

"Draco!" warned said Mother.

"Yes, darling?" Draco replied with an innocent smile as he beheld his wife. Hermione Granger Malfoy had indeed aged beautifully. Her husband often said that she had aged like the fine Elvish wine he loved so much, yet the drink would never hold a candle to her. In the nineteen years of their relationship, he'd found that nothing ever would. Even when she'd been an emotional mess these past few weeks when they were readying their firstborn for his first year at Hogwarts, Draco still held her she was beautiful even when her face was covered in tears and snot. It shouldn't surprise her really. She'd given birth twice and if she had a galleon for every time he'd called her beautiful through those painful hours, she didn't think even magic would be able to make a Gringotts vault big enough to hold it all.

Hermione was wrapped in a blue trench coat, his favourite shade of blue and with the Malfoy insignia hidden on each button. Her hair was twisted into an elegant knot on her head and held in place with an ornate silver hairpin, a silver snake with jewelled eyes. It was another Malfoy family heirloom, one of many that she'd inherited and long since stopped trying to fight – now she wore them proudly like the Malfoy she was.

The emerald ring that Draco had given her over two decades ago still sat comfortably on her finger where she'd placed it, Draco's ring much of the same. After that first time together, things were good. It was hard, especially with the resentment some people still held for Draco, but it was good. Narcissa had wanted to hire this wizard that would help them change their image in society and it was no surprise that Hermione was against it. Her idea to fix their image was simple but incredibly effective. She simply told her husband to enjoy what he loved doing – playing Quidditch.

That was a bit harder, to find a team willing to take the former Death-Eater, but all it took was the trial that Oliver Wood offered them and Draco's talent as a Chaser was undeniable.

He'd been the star Chaser for Puddlemere United, winning them a total of 12 World Championship titles before he finally retired. Playing Quidditch professionally had been a dream come true to the point where many people repped the Malfoy name in the stands, cheering loudly for him as they watched him zoom through the sky. It had repaired their reputation as Hermione predicted, but after 12 years, Draco was ready to spend some time with his family.

He didn't need to work after that, but he wanted to. So, under the watchful eye of Hogwarts Headmaster, Draco took up the mantle of School Governor, and once again he was nothing like his father was. He truly cared for the betterment of the school his own children would one day attend. It had surprised the old witch but it was a change she welcomed greatly as she now had the funds and support to expand and grow the school as she saw fit.

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