author's notes: There is no money being made off of this. No infringement is intended. I only wanted to play in the playground that was created for us all by JK Rowling. All recognizable characters belong to her anyway. Except for a few references to some Moulin Rouge characters who belong to the incomparable Baz Luhrmann. I also don't know if there is a St. Mary's Hospital in Sheffield, England, but for my story there is!

Thanks to everyone who leaves reviews, they really make this all worth while. I appreciate them whether they are good or bad, but the flames really hurt.

This is actually my first attempt at a Harry Potter story. I hope I do the characters justice. It takes place during the Marauders lifetime not Harry's. I just wanted to give you a timeline. You might want to check out my story called THE LAST SONG, as it is a prequel to this story. And it does explain some things from the beginning of this story.

As always, please enjoy this as much as I have, and don't forget to read and review. And if anyone wants to beta for me PLEASE let me know. I can't find anyone who is interested in both storylines to do this.

Always,

CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur

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The Last Song - A New Beginning

by: CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur

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After my Father showed up and joined us all, it was just life as usual. Except in our life, we were dead after all. We weren't ghosts or anything. We were just in the afterlife. I had always believed in Heaven and Hell, but I had come to realize this place was neither. It just was a place where we resided until we were needed in life again. A lot of our friends had joined us, but a few had also left us to rejoin the land of the living.

I was worried about this happening to Satine and me. I couldn't bear to be without her. But the Elders assured me that even if we didn't leave at the same time, we would always be together. They explained that even they couldn't keep us apart. For ours was a true and pure love. We were destined to be together forever and never to part.

The Elders came to us one day, and let us know that it was my time to go. Again they assured me that Satine would be coming soon. The next thing I knew was that someone was screaming.

"CHRISTIAN MICHAEL POTTER!!! If you EVER touch me again, I will curse you into the next millennium." She screamed in pain to her husband.

"Mary Elizabeth, I need you to calm down, and give me one more big push." The Doctor calmly stated. And Mary did give a push, and welcomed her child into the world. "Mary, Christian, here is your son." The Doctor said as he placed the newly cleaned child into Mary's arms.

"Oh, Mary, he's so perfect." Christian Potter stated.

"Chris, he looks just like you. And I am so sorry I said I would curse you. It was the pain talking." Mary explained.

"Have you two decided on a name?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes, we have. Our son's name is James Christian Potter. After my Father and my Husband." Mary Potter disclosed.

"Well, I will leave you three to get acquainted. Just owl me if you need anything." With that the Doctor walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fire as he said his destination, and disappeared in a flash of green flames.



It had only been a few minutes since Christian had left us, when the Elders had come to me. They tried to explain that I would be going back, but it was up to me to find him this time. We were literarily to be raised in two different worlds. They also told me that neither would remember the other until such time that I had found out his full name. Then at least, I would remember. This is where the story gets tricky. He wouldn't remember me until I sang our song, then he would remember. The trick here, was for me to remember the song. They said I would know it when the time came. But they didn't tell me anymore. The next thing I knew they were gone and so was I.



Four months later...



A nurse walked into the waiting room of St. Mary's Hospital in Sheffield, England. "Mr. Evans, Miss Evans, Mrs. Evans came through surgery all right. She is awake in her room, and she's asking for you. Normally, we don't allow young children in the rooms, but the doctor said that it was fine, since you had no one else to look over Miss Evans. Please, follow me."

"Mummy, can we come in?" Little five year old Petunia asked quietly.

"Yes, my darling, I have someone for you to meet." Mrs. Daisy Evans motioned to her daughter to come sit by her on the bed.

"Mummy can I touch her?" Petunia asked, just a little bit scared. "Or hold her?"

"Why don't you crawl on up here beside me and we will both hold her." She moved the little baby out of the way for the few seconds it took Petunia to get into place, then she moved her back. Pretending to let her five year old daughter to hold her, Daisy looked at her husband. "Aster, I don't like her not having a name. Did we ever decide?"

I know we decided on a first name, but what about a middle name?" Aster Evans answered his wife.

Before she could respond Petunia piped up. "Mummy, her skin feels like your wedding dress you let me touch one day. She is so soft."

"That's it Aster. My dress is made of satin." Daisy replied.

"Lily Satin Evans?" He asked.

"No, Lily Satine Evans. I believe one of my Mother's great aunts was named Satine. Do you like it?" Daisy hesitantly asked him?

"I love it!" He exclaimed. He then looked to Petunia still in her Mom's arms 'holding' Lily. "Darling, I want you to meet your new little sister, Lily Satine Evans." With that introduction, the Evans family was happy and complete, at least for the time being.