Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the All-American Rejects and their song "It Ends Tonight". Don't sue me.

Slowly, I felt my eyes flicker open. I see a bright white light. Am I dead? "Sevvie?" That one lone word comes from the voice of an angel-my Hermione. Is she dead too? As I look around, I realize I am in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Damn, I hate this place. I look over at Hermione. She smiles at me and takes my hand in hers. I feel cold metal, weird. When I look down at her hand, I see a ring. Suddenly, I remember.

Voldemort died. I lived. And as I promised, Hermione and I got married.

A/N: Sorry about this. I want to leave the rest up to your imaginations. Everyone likes something different, so I make you all happy by letting you figure it out for yourselves. The main reason I am ending this is because I am trying to finish up all my stories so that I can focus all of my attention on another story I plan to start soon. It will be HHr, and I'm going to make it as long as I possibly can.