Epilogue - One Month Later
A/N: See chapter 1 for disclaimer, author’s notes, etc.Hogwarts. The headmistress’s office.
“Now that the Ministry has announced the threat of those demon portals is officially over, the Auror Office sent me an owl. Mister Potter will be available to guest lecture after all.”
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall was conducting yet another faculty-staff meeting. She still didn’t know how Albus managed not to go mad from the things, with everyone whining about the least little imagined slight. But everyone else thought the meetings were a good thing, so she conducted them every other Sunday afternoon in her office. Somehow, it seemed to reduce the tensions and make everyone – except her – happier. Or maybe they were just happy to be out of the meetings once they were over.
She looked down at her sheets of parchment. “Now the Ministry says they can loan us Mister Potter for only three days, so we need to arrange his schedule fairly carefully. I really don’t think we can squeeze in History of Magic lectures and Defense Against the Dark Arts talks for every single year in only three days, so we need to think about combining classes for this. After all, we’d like Mister Potter to be willing to come back again some day, right?”
Filius Flitwick asked, “Could we arrange to get Mrs. Granger-Weasley to come in and do the talks in History of Magic?”
Pomona Sprout admitted, “I was thinking the same thing… I hate to say it, but do we really want the children having to listen to her lectures? Hermione is a brilliant woman, and one of the best students I ever had, but her speaking style…”
“Leaves a bit to be desired?”
“Is dryer than the Sahara?”
Minerva cleared her throat. “We all know that different people have different strengths. And while Mrs. Granger-Weasley would be able to give the students a great deal of detail on the Voldemort Wars, I think it quite likely that she might… over-indulge. A little.”
Filius grinned, “As in three-foot essays that come in at fifteen feet? In extremely tiny handwriting?”
Minerva admitted, “There is that.” She still remembered one Hermione Granger essay on transfiguration of liquids that had taken her longer to read and grade than most of the essays turned in by the rest of the class combined.
Pomona smiled, “Perhaps Ron Weasley would be available. Or Neville Longbottom.”
Minerva nodded, “Good ideas.” While Albus had concentrated on gathering teachers who could help him in his war against the Death Eaters, Minerva was now focused on finding people who were the best teachers
. Poor Severus was long dead, as was Charity Babbage, and Professor Binns had finally been ‘retired’ during the Battle of Hogwarts. So Minerva had a much kinder Potions teacher, a much more dynamic History of Magic teacher, and a much improved Muggle Studies teacher with a vastly improved Muggle Studies syllabus. They could even teach Muggle Studies properly now without having pureblood trustees angrily complaining to the Ministry, or Death Eaters attacking all the Muggle Studies students as soon as they went home for the summer; that was something Albus had been forced to work around by not allowing the Muggle Studies teachers to do a proper job.
Hagrid was back to working as the groundskeeper, and the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher was a lot more careful about exposing the children to uncontrolled dangers. Although Hagrid was really an immense help in the fifth through seventh year Care of Magical Creatures classes. Pomona was talking about retiring in a few years, but she wanted to groom young Neville Longbottom to take over for her eventually. So Minerva was satisfied with all of her teachers… except her two Divination teachers. But Sibyl had agreed to retire after this year, and they had found Firenze a new herd in Romania.
Now it was just a matter of finding a competent teacher for Divination, no matter how much Minerva disliked the whole subject. She had five suggestions sitting on her desk, including Luna Lovegood. Still, she felt that Miss Lovegood probably needed five or ten years of seasoning as a teacher before she would be ready to teach the subject at Hogwarts, assuming she wanted to, given the ridiculous stories she kept writing for the Quibbler on creatures that Minerva was sure didn’t exist. Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, indeed.
In the meantime, Minerva had to deal with the ongoing argument about making the teachers’ lounge a ‘no smoking and no wandwork’ zone. It wasn’t as if all the teachers didn’t have their own private offices and rooms and work areas.
Sibyl Trelawney said, “I have seen into the…” Suddenly she twitched. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began speaking in a deep, powerful voice that Minerva had been warned about but had never before encountered.
“THE THREE OF GOLD PLUS ONE OF RED. BLOODLINES COMBINE SO WE ARE LED. FIVE MORE ARE BORN AND THEY ALL GROW. TO HOGWARTS CASTLE THEY THEN GO. THE BOY WHO LIVED AND THE GIRL OF THE DIARY. THEIR CHILDREN THREE ARE BRAVE AND FIERY. THE CHOSEN GIRL AND HER PARTNER RED…”
A minute later, Sibyl blinked and said in her normal voice, “Oh, I’m so sorry Minerva, did I fall asleep in the middle of the staff meeting?” Everyone just stared at her in shock. “What is it? Is there some drool on my cheek?”finis
A/N2: Despite Sam giving Willow that crystal, and the 'prophecy' in the ending, I don’t have any plans to write a sequel. Anyway, there must be hundreds of fanfics about the next generation as they go off to Hogwarts. Maybe thousands. Meanwhile, you probably guessed who Batman would want as his backups against a hellgoddess, but Doctor Fate was unavailable, as stated in the story, and you know how he feels about Zatanna. Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl are both better against purely magical threats than Superman, so Batman asked them. And, as every Stargate fan knows, gene therapy later becomes relevant when the SGC needs people with the ATA gene to operate equipment in Atlantis. I just decided that you can thank Sam Carter and Hermione Granger for it. Obviously, the pouch with the Undetectable Extension Charm didn’t work for Sam. And who knows if the chemicals Selina brought home ever helped Bruce with his antidotes… As for those images of Catwoman and Wonder Woman and Teal’c, you can imagine for yourself who in Buffy’s world insisted on copies of each one.