Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling. Not to me. Pity that.
Fin
by Puss
"Orion?" Asked a soft voice; it belonged to a woman, no more than twenty- five. Her normally cheerful face had grown serious as she watched the figure in black that stood on her balcony.
"Yes?" He answered, his voice so quiet that one could have easily mistaken it for the whisper of the breeze.
"You never told me how the story ended."
"What story?"
"The story of Harry Potter." There was a long pause; the woman was about to leave when the figure spoke up again.
"Both Harry Potter and Voldemort died that day." He said.
"That's a terrible end!" She cried. Orion chuckled.
"No, Mary, it's not. It is the perfect ending. Their deaths allowed them to start anew, without the past to loom over them. All they kept of it were the scars on their hands, and even those started to fade with time."
"I thought you said they died." Said Mary, taking back her spot on the couch.
"Harry Potter and Voldemort did die."
"But...that doesn't make sense." This enticed another laugh.
"Of course it does. Don't you see? Voldemort died, and thus gave Tom Riddle a chance to live. A chance to love." Orion smiled, and Mary could almost feel the scene in her head; a laughing man, handsome, young, holding a red-headed daughter in his arms. His wife sat on the porch, her cinnamon eyes shining as her dearest ones danced in the front yard.
"What about Harry? Did he get his chance to live too?" Orion smiled, and turned to her. His emerald green eyes danced behind his glasses as he replied:
"Yes, Mary, and he grabbed it by the horns."