Epilogue

 

Draco Malfoy has spent the last twenty years of his life using his Esper powers to fight the forces of evil... and not once has he come up against something that he could not beat.

 

Today, during a trip to Nova Scotia to fight off some demon or another, he actually runs into something that he could not have expected...

 

On one of the smaller streets of Halifax... looking in the window of one of the smallish shops... dressed in blue jeans... and a black t-shirt... and a denim jacket... with a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes.

 

Draco approaches him...

 

He looks older... but other than that... he looks exactly like... but, it couldn’t be...

 

“... Arrowny?”

 

The man doesn’t respond... but Draco is sure it is him...

 

He steps forward, and places his hand on the mans shoulder... and spins him around...

 

“Can I help you?!” He sounds like Arrowny... and he looks like Arrowny...

 

“I thought you were dead! I thought that the X-zone... Kefka... I thought I’d killed you.”

 

The man takes a few steps back...

 

“You’re starting to freak me out a little bit buddy. Maybe you’d better rethink the whole ‘walk up to complete strangers and say you killed’ them approach. I don’t know you... and if you keep this up, I’m gonna call the police.”

 

Draco backs off... and shakes his head...

 

“I’m... sorry. You really look like somebody I knew... years ago.”

 

Draco slowly turns, and walks away... just as a young girl exits the shop, carrying a little, colourfully decorated bag holding her purchase...

 

“Thanks for bringing me shopping today. I’m glad that Dad let me come... even after...”

 

“Saphir wasn’t mad at you... not really. I mean, you did blow out a whole wall when you picked up the Glaive... which he’s told you many times you’re not old enough to do. I think he just wanted to have a chance to cool down before he talks to you about it.”

 

She nods... and looks at the retreating back of the blond man...

 

“Who was that? I saw you talking to him.”

 

The man looks down at her and smiles...

 

“That... was Draco Malfoy.”

 

Her eyes widen in shock.

 

“Draco Malfoy! THE Draco Malfoy? From the stories that you and Dad and Uncle Brad tell?”

 

He shakes his head...

 

“Yup... that’s him. He just stopped by to say hello, and now he’s off doing more hero stuff.”

 

“Wow...”

 

They start to walk up the street...

 

“Hey... Uncle Ryan... when we get back, will you and Uncle Brad tell me the story about Hogwarts again?”

 

Ryan laughs...

 

“I don’t think you’re dad approves of the way we tell it.”

 

“Well... no, he doesn’t. When he tells it, he leaves out all the fighting... but you guys always tell it just like it happened.”

 

“Your dad’s just trying to protect you a little bit. Some day, you’re going to inheret the Glaive and the Cards from him... but he wants you to have a nice, calm, fight to the death free childhood.”

 

“Yeah... I guess...”

 

They walk... her, pouting because she doesn’t get her story... him, just happy to be alive...