A Harry Potter/Throne of Glass/A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover

:Epilogue:

After everyone had returned home after the year at Hogwarts, things changed. Some were for the better, some for the worse.

In Great Britain, the Minister of Magic, one Mr Kingsley Shacklebolt was forced to acknowledge publicly that the exchange program with students from different worlds, had been a not been a good idea. Especially when you considered that everyone from all three worlds were still mourning what they had lost, mourning the sacrifices made in war. The exchange program, despite its good intentions had only cemented the anger and the prejudices that were firmly directed at some areas of British wizarding society.

No matter how well the students of Hogwarts had risen to the challenge, and had been able to make and maintain friendships across all walks of life, the exchange program would not be continued. It was a bitter blow to Kingsley, who had pinned his hopes in the program helping heal the rifts that had plagued their world for so many years – since well before the First Wizarding War. But as the first black Minister of Magic, Kingsley knew that he had a real chance to make lasting change, and despite scrapping the exchange program that he had believed in, he would be keeping the lines of communication open between all three worlds. By doing so, Kingsley hoped to effect a lasting change in wizarding society.

Minerva McGonagall recovered surprisingly well from the brutal attack inflicted upon her by Manon Blackbeak and Petrah Blueblood, who had been undeniably vicious indeed in their bloodthirstiness. In fact, the Healers of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had bluntly told her that she should have died of bloodloss alone before arriving at the Hospital, and that was saying nothing of the tiny deposits of rusty iron filings that had been left to fester in the wounds. After spending weeks in St. Mungo's Hospital, recovering from her injuries, Minerva resigned from her post as the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During her convelasence, she had come to the conclusion that she was no longer fit to to continue her life's work as an educator. The horrors that she had witnessed during the last year of the war had left their impact on her psyche. Hurt and wounded, she'd found comfort in making others others feel as downtrodden as possible; hence why she had been so downright unpleasant and appalling to all of the students who had come from Erilea and Prythian. While her experiences during the war explained some of her cruelty to them, she had also been troubled and disturbed to find that so many of them were, in fact, centuries older than she. So why on earth had they wanted to – agreed to – go to school? The reason was simple enough, though far too simple for Minerva McGonagall to figure out by herself. To learn and to heal. They were much better people than McGonagall had ever given them credit for.

As for the students who had attended Hogwarts for a year with the students from Erilea and Prythian, many of them were changed people. They had gained a wider, more open, perspective on the world. They had learned that there were many different ways to see things, and that they should be kinder and more compassionate to those who were different than them. They had learned respect and kind-heartedness. If Professor Dumbledore were still alive, he would have been so proud of them – he would have been delighted to know that there was a bit more kindness, humanity, charity and love in the world. They had learned that just because some one was different from them, it did not necessarily mean that they were mean, or nasty or evil. They were aware that their Headmistress McGonagall had seen different that year, and had automatically thought evil. But after the last year, those who saw different and thought evil, were now most definitely in the minority.

Although, certain Dark families like the Malfoys, would never be converted, and would forever continue to insist that their ways were the best, they would never have political power again. Minister Shacklebolt would make sure of it. But in a way, Minister Shacklebolt's efforts weren't needed.

Lucius Malfoy would forever mourn the fact that his long lost daughter Astrid (Hermione Granger) had not wanted to move into Malfoy Manor, that she had not wanted to grow close to him, to the family. His son, Astrid's brother, Draco, never seemed to care; he was quite glad, in fact, that he would never have to see her again. He had long since hated that "Granger Bitch."