Epilogue: Year Eleven: Time to Begin

Epilogue

Year Eleven: Time to Begin

Hagrid hand delivered Harry, Connor, Blaise, Neville, and Millie’s letters. Every owl in the owlery had refused to leave the grounds when they were told where they’d have to go. The Headmaster couldn’t even blame them because he was regularly frightened out of his wits when one of the *cough* ladies of the Hyperion came around to speak to him.

And they came around often, with three pieces of Voldemort’s soul still outstanding and two of their children enrolled at Hogwarts. Dumbledore was getting a headache even thinking of having five more of their children at the school. Thankfully, the only other child that had popped up in the family had been a Miss Edith Anne and her father had already informed him, “Thanks but bugger off. She’ll be home schooled.”

Of course, Dumbledore wanted to cry when he thought on the fact that not one of the Guardians had yet to produce a child, although there were rumors starting to circulate. And the last Slayer of the Hyperion had finally tackled motherhood, with Bill Weasley of all people. The second Slayer, Faith, had already had a son by Marcus Chase’s father. He’d seen pictures of the spirited little fellow, the odd Muggle sort that didn’t move.

But it was time to prepare Hogwarts for its next reign of terror. Marcus Chase and Dawn Summers-Giles had only been the warm up. Four Angel sons and one Chase daughter were about to enter its hallowed halls and, he had no doubt, shake it in its very foundation.



Author's Note: I have every intension of continuing this story but by book and, well, I need to re-read the books, first.