Isabella Lestrange

Epilouge

19 years later

"Do you have your wand?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a winter coat? I know how cold it can be up there."

"Yes."

"Do you have all of your books?"

"Yes, mother." He sighed rolling his eyes up at me. I cried out wrapping my arms tightly around my son. I wasn't ready to let him go.

"Isabella, let the boy go." Draco sighed in annoyance as I refused to let our son out of my sight.

"Daddy, why is mommy crying?" My small curly haired Arabella asked pulling on Draco's jacket.

"Mommy has separation issues." He laughed picking up my nine year old daughter. She had her fathers eyes. As for our son Scorpius, he had his fathers platinum hair and his mothers green eyes. Our children were the perfect combination of Draco and I. I punched Draco in the side and bent down to Scorpius's eye level.

"Are you nervous?" I asked smiling down at my son remembering the first time Draco and I came to Kings Cross.

"Kind of." He frowned looking down. I looked up to Draco as he placed our daughter down and bent down to Scorpius eye level.

"What are you scared of, Son?" Draco smiled. When I first gave birth to Scorpius, Draco would refuse to set him down. He was even worse with Arabella. I knew from that moment on Draco would make the best father. Even to this day he would be filled with joy whenever he said 'son' or our children would call him 'dad' or something of that sort.

"I'm scared of being sorted." He frowned.

"Well, what house do you wanna be in?" Draco asked.

"I wanna be in the one you guys were in, Slytherin." He smiled up.

"Well, if you ask. It will." Draco reassured. I wrapped my arms around Scorpius and looked up to see Harry and Ginny smiling at me with their three children. I winked at them, I had kept in touch with my friends. Harry and I had grown close over the years. I forced our children into a friendship. But they didn't complain. Draco never got close with them, but they could tolerate each other now. I was proud of that.

"Oh, Scorpius, I forgot to tell you. If you're ever struggling with any class work. Don't write to us because we had terrible grades in school. But go to the Weasley girl, she's eleven and probably knows more than us." I smiled to my son, he probably thought I was kidding. I wasn't. Draco had to pry Scorpius out of my hands. I watched as my only son boarded the train and sat with none other then Harry's child and Hermione's.

"Looks like he's taking after me." I smiled up to Draco as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Good." Draco sighed in relief.

"Mommy, I wanna be like you." Arabella sighed pulling on my black dress. I frowned looking down at my child. She was upset when she hadn't received the gift of SirensTongue. It really took a toll on her. I attempted to reassure her that being able to sing didn't make her a better witch. But she wouldn't believe me. I'd hoped that when she was old enough to go to school she would realize how truly magical she is. I waved to my son as he road off on the train with his new friends. Tears rolled down my face as I looked to the red train move farther and farther away.

"Looks like it's just the three of us." Draco smiled looking down at Arabella then me. The three of us turned around and walked away from Platform 9 and 3/4s.

"When we get home can you tell me your love story again?" Arabella cheered as Draco and I held each of her hands walking out.

"Anything for you, Princess." Draco laughed before looking up to me from our daughter. I smiled in admiration. It was pretty much expected for us to get married at a young age. If only my younger self could see me now. She'd probably gag and call me stupid for falling in love with our best friend. And actually doing something the Malfoys and my mother would have wanted. I smiled looking up into his eyes with pure love and excitement.

"I love you Isabella Malfoy."

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