HOLLA GUYS! LONG TIME NO SEE!

ANYWAY I HAVE ONE EXAM TO GO ON MONDAY BUT IDGAF ANYMORE YEAH

THIS IS THE FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE OTHER POTTER!!!

And it continues from the Alternate Ending 2 part 1.

This might be boring but I tried to tie off every loose end I could think of.

Enjoy...

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

Silence ensued.

“Woo,” I said feebly, letting myself drop from the air.  “Oh no, hugs.” I zoomed back into the air again because I didn’t feel like hugging. I felt like watching.

Watching all my people being happy.

Hey, what do you know?

Perhaps this is my heaven.

“Willow, would you come down from there?” George called up to me.

I floated down a bit and pulled him up into the air above the commotion.

“Look at it, George.” I smiled, tears brimming in my eyes. “They’re happy. People can finally be happy.” I was crying harder now, and I looked at him. “We can finally be happy.”

“I know,” he whispered, and it was the most earnest thing I’ve ever heard him say.

The sun rose steadily over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall blazed with life and light. Harry was an indispensable part of the mingled outpourings of jubilation and celebration. They wanted him there with them, their leader and symbol, their saviour and their guide. They wanted me there too. Like, I saved all those bitches from death, and they fucking knew it. But I was tired, so I stayed floating in the air. I was too emotionally drained to feel much of anything.

News had been breaking constantly. The Imperiused up and down the country had come back to themselves. The Death Eaters were fleeing or else being captured, that the innocent of Azkaban were being released at that very moment, and that Kingsley Shacklebolt had been named temporary Minister of Magic.

They moved Voldemort’s body and laid it in a chamber off the Hall.

 McGonagall had replaced the House tables, but nobody was sitting according to House anymore: All were jumbled together, teachers and pupils, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves, and Firenze lay recovering in a corner, and Grawp peered in through a smashed window, and people were through food into his laughing mouth.

George had rejoined his family below, and I lay hovering. Watching Harry. More than anyone else, this had been his battle. He must be fucking tired. I observed him sitting on a bench next to Luna, and I stalked them so I could eavesdrop.

“I’d want some peace and quiet, if it were me,” she said.

“I’d love some,” he replied.

“I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.”

And before he could say a word she cried, “Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!” and pointed out of the window. Everyone who heard looked around, and Harry slid the Cloak up over himself.

“Fuck.” I said, and I dropped out of the air on top of him.

“Willow, what are you -?”

“Shh, I’m joining you.” I pulled the cloak over myself too.

“That wasn’t subtle at all.”

“Shh.”

I spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother’s shoulder. I saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers. Along the aisle between the tables we walked, and I spotted the three Malfoys, huddled together as though unsure whether or not they were supposed to be there, but nobody was paying them any attention.

Everywhere I looked I saw families reunited, and finally, we saw the two whose company we craved most.

“It’s us,” Harry muttered, crouching down between them. “Will you come with us?”

They stood up at once, and together we left the Great Hall. Great chunks were missing from the marble staircase, part of the balustrade was gone, and rubble and bloodstains occurred every few steps as we climbed.

Somewhere in the distance I could hear Peeves zooming through the corridors singing a victory song of his own composition:

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one,

And Voldy’s gone mouldy, so now let’s have fun!

“Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn’t it?” said Ron, pushing open a door to let Harry and Hermione through.

Harry recounted what he had seen in the Pensieve and what had happened in the forest, all of which I knew of course, and they had not even begun to express all their shock and amazement when at last we arrived at the place to which we had been walking, though none of us had mentioned our destination.

The gargoyle guarding the entrance to the headmaster’s study had been knocked aside; it stood lopsided, looking a little punch-drunk, and I wondered whether it would be able to distinguish passwords anymore.

“Can we go up?” Harry asked the gargoyle.

“Feel free.” groaned the statue.

We clambered over him and onto the spiral stone staircase that moved slowly upward like an escalator. Harry pushed open the door at the top. An earsplitting noise made me stumble backwards, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort— But it was applause. All around the walls, the headmasters and head mistresses of Hogwarts were giving either Harry, or myself a standing ovation; they waved their hats and in some cases their wigs, they reached through their frames to grip each other’s hands; they danced up and down on the chairs in which they had been painted; Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, “And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!”

But I had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster’s chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him made me want to cry.

At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speak.

“Where’s my applause, bitches?” I muttered to myself. Ron, who’d heard me, whispered “Go Willow!” and clapped two of his fingers together.

Harry directed his words at Dumbledore, however, and chose them with enormous care. Exhausted and bleary-eyed though he was, he must make one last effort, seeking one last piece of advice.

“The thing that was hidden in the Snitch,” he began, “I dropped it in the forest. I don’t know exactly where, but I’m not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?”

Hey, that stone is like, my birthgiver.

“My dear boy, I do,” said Dumbledore, while his fellow pictures looked confused and curious. “A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?”

Only Lucy in her alternate future that will no longer happen.

“No one,” said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction. “I’m going to keep Ignotus’s present, though,” said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.

“But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!”

“And then there’s this.”

Harry held up the Elder Wand.

“Ew,” I said, looking at it. It is a really fugly wand though.

“I don’t want it.” said Harry.

“What?” said Ron loudly. “Are you mental?”

“I know it’s powerful,” said Harry wearily. “But I was happier with mine. So ...”

He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather.

“Your wand broke?” I asked.

“Yeah, shit happens.” He said with a shrug.

“You’re preaching to the choir, man.”

He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster’s desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said “Repairo.”

As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. I knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and smiled broadly.

“I’m putting the Elder Wand,” he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, “back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That’ll be the end of it.”

Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.

“What if I kill you though?” I asked Harry.

“Aw, that’s not nice, don’t do that.”

“Okay, fiiine.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it?” said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.

“I think Harry’s right,” said Hermione quietly.

“That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

“Wait, Professor Dumbledore,” I said, staring up at his portrait. “Uhm, how the hell am I alive?” I whispered.

“That is as much of a mystery to you as it is to me.” His warm voice said from behind us. “I am delighted that you somehow pulled through, though.”

“OMIGODIDIDN’TKNOWIFITWOULDWORKFORYOU!” I screamed out the word, as I ran over to hug him.

He hugged me back and chortled.

“This is truly a day for miracles.” The very alive Albus Dumbledore said.

“I am entirely lost.” Harry said, honestly, sitting down. “Is Dumbledore actually there, or have I gone insane?”

“I am very alive, Harry.” Dumbledore smiled at him.

“O-ho, now it’s your turn to listen to my tale.” I smiled at Harry, Ron and Hermione. “And lemme tell you, it’s more screwed up than my personality.”

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12 months later – forgive me for this my brain jumbled so it’s all over the place.

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All the Death Eaters were on trial, which was a riveting experience for all involved. There were so many witnesses for each person, so the cases went on and on. Moody (who was alive now) had joined Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, Hermione, me, and some ministry folks in designing a new jail. The dementors, we’d figured, were super evil, and they’d been banished to somewhere. So we built a new jail where magic is blocked (I MADE THE SPELL TO BLOCK MAGIC BECAUSE I AM COOL AND POWERFUL AND SHIT YOOOOO) and if the crime is bad enough their magic is stripped from them; their memories wiped and they are made to integrate into muggle society. The muggles can have our rehabilitated bad guys, why not? Despite everyone’s constant whining about the length of the cases, they were necessary. We did not want another Sirius Black on our hands now did we?

Sirius, by the way, was found alive and well. He’d awoken inside the Black Manor, and was confused as all buggery. The point was though, he lived and his name was cleared. He’d gone on to sell the house and bought a nice small home in Hogsmeade. Kreacher was living with him, but they had seemed to overcome their differences (especially since he was allowed to bring The Black Family heirlooms with him). Harry had moved in with Sirius, after realising he had no home. The pair were getting along swimmingly.

Speaking of Harry, he and Ginny had rekindled the flame, or some crap. That’s what Fleur called it anyway. Ginny has started playing professional Quidditch for The Holly Head Harpies. Fleur had a baby! Ron and Hermione were pretending they weren’t dating, whilst they were dating, and the pair had gone to Australia to give her parents back their memories, and take a holiday.

Lupin and Tonks were having another baby! So little Ted won’t be a loner. It’s all very exciting. Kingsley was voted in as Minister of Magic, which was cool, because he’s cool. Mr. Weasley retired and he and Mrs. Weasley are being cute as frick. I’m invited to their place once a week for dinner, which is adorable. I’m so privileged like I get to watch them be all cute and asdfghjkl. Charlie Weasley went back to Romania and apparently he’s engaged to someone called Alice or Anna or something.

Luna and Neville are going out at they are the cutest thing ever. Like, they are just so adorable.

Ruby and McGonagall organised a thing so they’ve built a proper, professional orphanage near Hogsmeade so that people like Ruby can have a place to go, and people like Tom Riddle never happen again. The ministry is involved in that too so there are no problems with the cost of things – and the staff have to go through all this screening to make sure they’re nice people. Oh hey, and Ruby and Fred are going out which is also cute as a dikdik.

Right, what else has been happening of late?

Let’s talk about me. Straight after the war, I was involved in the ministry to help out with the prisons. Then I moved to the Education sector, and for the last 8 or so months, I’ve been working in the school.

With my help, Dumbledore and all the staff had helped to devise a completely new set of courses and thingos. There were like 1000 kids in this school, and there were hardly enough teachers – apart from them being worked to death, none of them really got to know the kids, and that’s really not good. Like, if teachers had known me better in my first year, they may have helped prevent my suicide attempt. They may be able to recognise Tom Riddle-like students and find groups of people who are practicing the Dark Arts. Seriously. This is a good thing.

We had edited the core classes – Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Defence against the Dark Arts and (now) Muggle studies – and changed the content to make them more fun.

Defence was 70% Practical and 30% Theory, which was awesome.

Muggle Studies was now compulsory and was actually awesome. There would be presentations by Muggle Borns, and by ministry officials who’d worked with muggles, and by Healers who’d have to deal with muggles in St. Mungo’s and Mr. Weasley was supposed to be a weekly guest speaker.

History of Magic was NO LONGER TAUGHT BY PROFESSOR BINNS he sort of disappeared after the war; we legitimately have no idea what happened to him. But now it was fun anyways, it was less about Goblin Revolutions, and more about The Great War and the battle of Hogwarts and all of the drama that went along with it. Harry and Romione were scheduled to give a talk about it at the end of the year.

There were heaps of Electives now on offer (thanks to my persuasive powers). They were Study of Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Alchemy, Drama, Art, Literature arts, Music, Cooking, Healer studies (Who work one day a week at St. Mungo’s), Carer studies (Who work one day a week at the orphanage) and we’re still working on more subjects to suit the student’s needs.

I am really proud of all I’ve done in like 12 months. Seriously. I’m fucking brilliant.

I’m also now a teacher at Hogwarts, which is really weird and weird and weird. Like, I’m seventeen and some of these kids are my age (and they’re pretty hot but let’s not go into that.) and I know half of the peoples. And they look at me like I’m an adult. I have not got enough maturity to be doing this job.

But what the fuck, I’m a teacher anyway. I mean they hired Lockhart for fucks sake.

In other school-related news that I don’t know if I mentioned, Lupin’s back as one of the Defence against the Dark Arts teachers and literally no one cares that he’s a werewolf.

Neville was like ‘hey Dumbledore can I come teach herbology’ and Dumbledore was like ‘yeah why not’.

And Hermione informed us of the muggle school systems where teachers actually need to be qualified and go through extra years of school. But Dumbledore said that was dumb so we’re not doing that.

Okay in my very personal affairs I’d built myself a little adorable house near Diagon Alley. Soxy was living there, and he’d actually gotten some stray cat pregnant so I’d adopted her and they had kittens.

Oh, I guess this is important and I should have mentioned this first. Okay, so you (Who am I talking to?) know how Bellatrix was pregnant with Lucy and I stuck them inside that box thing? Yeah, well, Bellatrix had her memory removed and was placed into muggle society (under an alias of Helena Bonham Carter), but Lucy survived and uh, I was looking after her. I did have a shitload of help though. Like they didn’t throw a baby at me and expect me to work it out. Tonks would baby sit on Mondays and Tuesdays so Lucy could hang out with Teddy while I was at work. I didn’t work on Wednesdays, so I’d stay home and care for her. On Thursdays, Mrs. Weasley would look after her. And on Friday’s Ruby would care for her in the orphanage.

And, as I’m sure you’re all keen to know (seriously who am I talking to?) George and I...well...nothing. Like literally nothing has happened. We talk sometimes and it’s all like flirty and stuff but. I don’t know, really. I couldn’t tell you what will happen with us, because I honestly don’t know. We’re just living our own lives and doing our own things –

But that’s perfectly okay. I mean, hell, it mightn’t be a perfect Disney ending for me so far, but I have found independence and I know I can do it on my own now. And that’s pretty much it, in my opinion. You’ve got to learn to love yourself before you can let someone else try to love you. And I’ve found me. And I’m happy with the person I am. And that’s all that matters in the end.

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18 years later bitches

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Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road towards the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air.

“Get the fuck out of my way. Move over bitches.” Called out a raven haired girl. She was pushing a trolley laden with a trunk and a tabby cat sat elegantly on top of it. “Fuck the fuck off.”

“Lucy,” Willow said seriously. “Don’t swear in front of the kids, you shithead.”

“I’m an adult now, Mum, I can do what I want.” Lucy rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Bitch.” Willow told her daughter.

“Hey Cassie, do you need a hand with that?” Lucy called out. Trailing behind them all was a trolley that seemed to be slowly pushing itself along.

“Oh shit, I’m neglecting my children again.” Willow sighed.

“I’m okay!” called out the voice of Cassandra. Lucy walked over regardless and pushed her trolley along the rest of the way.

“Gosh, mum, you could have helped.” Lucy said smarmily.

“Gosh, girls, I’ve lost your father.”

“You lose everything.”

“I always have, really.”

“Don’t go all ‘my past was really dark’ on me.” Lucy snorted. “My dad’s Voldemort. Get some perspective.”

“Your dad was who?” Cassie gasped.

“Nah, he was you-know-who.” Lucy smirked.

“What?” Cassie whispered in shock.

“Shit.”

“Willow!” George called, wading through the crowd of muggles.

“Do you have Liam?”

“You had Liam.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Shit.”

“But you already sent Luke through the barrier, right?”George asked.

Willow shook her head and shrugged. “You don’t have Faith either, do you?”

“Have we lost all of our fucking kids?” George said in astonishment.

“Only three.” Lucy suggested cheerfully.

“We’ve still got our Cassie.” Willow said happily, “That’s why we like her. She doesn’t get lost.”

“We’re the worst parents holy shit.” George shook his head and started laughing.

There was a large amount of laughter from behind them, and the four turned around to see Faith, Luke, Liam and the five Potter’s approaching.

“Oh thank God.” Willow laughed out loud.

“You lose them every year. Every. Single. Year.” Ginny chastised.

“Shit happens.” George shrugged.

Lucy sauntered through the barrier first, followed by James (Harry and Ginny’s Eldest.), Luke and Liam(George and Willows eldest. They had twins. Fucking twins, despite the odds), George and Faith(Their middle girl), Cassie (the youngest Weasley) and Willow, Albus (harry’s middle kid) and Harry and Ginny and Lily(their youngest.)

The two families emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam which was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James and Lucy had already disappeared.

“Where are they?” asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform

“We’ll find them,” said Ginny reassuringly.

“Yeah, we’re good at finding our own kids.” Harry muttered into his sister’s ear.

“Shut up.” She smirked. “And thanks, by the way.”

“I think that’s them, Al,” said Ginny suddenly. A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing along- side the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when they all were within a few meters.

“Hi,” said Albus, sounding immensely relieved. Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.

“Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.”

“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.”

Harry, Ron and George began to lift all the trunks and animals into a carriage.

Lily, Cassie, and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, were having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.

“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.”

“Ron!” Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.

“He doesn’t mean it,” said Hermione and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention. Catching Harry’s eye, he nodded covertly to a point some fifty yards away.

The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the shifting mist.

“Look who it is.”

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Willow and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

“So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”

“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”

“You’re right, sorry,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”

“Hey!” James had reappeared; he had divested himself of his trunk, owl, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news. “Teddy’s back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he’s doing? Snogging Victoire!” He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction. “Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing—”

“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron—”

“—and he said he’d come to see her off! And then he told me to go away! He’s snogging her!” James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.

“Oh, it would be lovely if they got married,” whispered Lily sarcastically. “Teddy would really be part of the family then!”

“It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on board.” Harry said to them all.

“Bye, bye Liam.” Willow kissed him on the cheek. “If you blow up the bathrooms again this year they said they’ll have to kick you out.”

“It was Luke’s fault too, mum.” Liam complained.

“I know. But you’re fourteen, I don’t want to pick out a new school for you both alright?” Willow sighed, kissing Luke on the cheek too.

“But you’re completely entitled to do less destructive chaos.” George grinned at them both.

Laughing, the boys hopped on the train. However, some suspicious-looking candy rolled out of their pockets as they did.

“Is that a puking pastille? That is a puking pastille.” George laughed out loud and threw it back at them. “Knock yourself out, boys.”

“Hey, Faith, it’s just school, don’t be too worried, alright?” Willow was saying.

“But mum, I don’t want to go. I’ll be sorted into Hufflepuff and then –“

“And then what?” Willow said honestly. “Aunt Tonks was a Hufflepuff and she’s pretty damn awesome.”

“But I just want to stay home and sleep. Muggle things don’t work there, mum. I can’t go on my laptop. Do you know how bad that is?” Faith whined desperately.

“I’ll send a note to Dumbledore and see if he can work something out, okay?”

“Okay-y.”

“Hey, and don’t let those boys drag you into any trouble, okay?”

“They’re stupid anyway, I won’t follow them. Bye Mum. Bye Dad!”

“Don’t forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.

“Mum! I can’t give a professor love!”

“But you know Neville!—” James rolled his eyes.

“Outside, yeah, but at school he’s Professor Longbottom, isn’t he? I can’t walk into Herbology and give him love....”

“Oi, Mum.” Lucy walked over.

“Oi, Lucy. Have a good year, yeah?”

“Ugh.”

“I know, trust me, ugh.”

“Ugh.”

“Love you kid.”

“Love you Mummay.” Lucy drawled before climbing onto the train.

The doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents were swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders. Albus jumped into the carriage and Ginny closed the door behind him. Students were hanging from the windows nearest them. A great number of faces, both on the train and off, seemed to be turned towards Harry.

“Why are they staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. “Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”

Faith, Albus, Rose, Hugo, and Lily laughed.

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner.

“I always feel like this is so anti-climactic.” Willow remarked.

“I wish bloody Fred was here, the git.”

“They live in Hogsmeade, there is literally no point in him coming here.”

“But being on the train! The excitement. It’s bliss!”

“Ugh, don’t be optimistic and happy it could be contagious.” Willow complained. “Besides, they’re coming over for dinner anyway.”

“Speaking of which, are you lot still joining us?” George asked the others.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

“Duh,” Hermione grinned. “It’s tradition.”

The six of them wandered along the platform, out into the muggle world.

“All was well.” Harry said.

“What?”

“Oh I just thought of a really good idea. Of like books of my life. And they end with ‘all was well’.”

“You’re a pretentious shit, you know that?” Willow said, rolling her eyes.

“You remind me at least once a week.”

“Fucki