A/N: This is the final chapter and by far the longest. If I get three reviewers, I will post the epilogue once I write it. This was never planned to be a long story and I am honestly proud to admit that my second story is officially complete. The second this gets posted, the status will change and will stay like that, even if new ideas get thrown at me. I want to thank nudge-monique for coming up with almost 100 percent of the plot and everyone else for reviewing. For the first time and last time, I have a Harry POV. So without further ado...read on.
Harry POV
There was this pull. I was looking over papers in stakeouts and then something was whispering in my mind. Something was showing me the memories of the Forest Of Dean.
I hadn't gone back there since seventh year. I never wanted to again but my gut was telling me to. Grabbing my trenchcoat, I turned on my heal and disapparated to disappear into the luscious forest.
"Excuse me, sir." A sweet voice said, tugging on my coat's elbow. When I turned my head, there was a girl who looked seven. My heart melted at her wide dark eyes and her sleek black hair.
"Yes," I said cautiously, abstaining myself from bringing her home with me. The only thing stopping me was the remembrance at how at some points, Voldemort had used children of Death Eaters for tasks. It couldn't be possible, though, he was gone.
"Please help me." she whispered before turning tail and running further into the heart of the woods. Forgetting what I had been trained, I raced after her, stopping when she paused by a hut.
"What's wrong?" I asked her quietly, not taking my eyes off the house.
"I'm not sorry about this." The girl said, her voice sounding more mature.
You know, in my entire life, I don't think I have ever been taken down by a seven year old.
Lucy POV
I was close, I know I was. I could almost feel him.
"Yes," A familiar voice said. Not Uncle Ron nor Aunt Hermione. Peering behind the large oak, I noticed Uncle Harry racing off a little girl. She glanced at me as she ran off. Her eyes were red and she had a cruel smile on her face. My heart race speeding, I rushed to follow Uncle Harry and the demon child.
"I'm not sorry about this," the girl said and Uncle Harry got knocked out cold.
Running out from behind the tree's shadows, I kneeled behind my uncle and glared at the girl.
"Welcome, Lucy. Tell me, how it feels." The girl said, and she seemed to be having an instant growth spurt, growing centimeter by centimeter.
"Tell you how what feels? Tell you how it feels to kill a little girl who killed my uncle? I'll tell you how it feels when i'm done." I growled, leaning in to Uncle Harry's chest and hearing a faint heartbeat.
"How does it feel to have your one true love abandon you on the very mission to get your heart back? How does it feel to lose him to Voldemort's daughter, Desdemona Mary Riddle Voldemort, herself? How does it feel, Lucy Weasley, daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley and niece to the Golden Trio?" The girl, now woman, asked maliciously. Her eyes were as red as blood and her hair was as black as night.
"You?" I gaped, my brain not sending signals of my next move to my body.
"Oh, Lorcan, honey." Desdemona called and a certain boy stumbled into the clearing. My heart clenched at the pure adoration on Lorcan's face as he gazed lovingly at Desdemona. "I kill him, then I kill you then I kill Harry. No one would have a chance against my father."
I groped for my wand in my pocket, clenching it in my hand. Lorcan smiled at Desdemona Riddle as she lifted her wand and said the words.
I am not a coward. I love him. I WILL save him. I shouted in my head and pushed Lorcan out of the way, pointing my own wand at Desdemona Mary Riddle Voldemort and repeated the words back to her. "Avada Kedavra."
She hadn't been expecting that. That's why she died.
Pushing myself off Lorcan, I crawled quickly across the lush grass and pulled her corpse to Harry's almost dead body. I grabbed her hand and stuck a finger out, tracing the enervate on his heart with her red nail.
Too much. This was too much. So I did the most cowardly thing I could. I began crying. Not just a few tears, but a heavy sob. I cried for Lorcan drinking and my worries that it was my fault. I cried for my heart breaking every time I saw him after that. I cried for my nightmares and I cried for the two years that I had been alone. Many sets of warm arms wrapped themselves around me and lifted me off the ground, now damp from my tears.
Lorcan POV
There was a snap and my eyes began adjusting. I saw familiar brown hair cascading over someone's small self. Lucy. She came for me. Sending a patronus with the message of needing help, I went to her and stopped right behind her crying form. Pop, after pop, after pop, sounded and the entire family, mine and hers, apparated beside me.
I told them a brief version of what I remembered and we all leaned in to hug her and lift her up. Her mother placing Lucy in my arms, she apparated, along with everyone else and a coughing Harry. Cradling her close, I turned heel and disappeared to The Burrow and set her down on the couch.
We waited for two nights and I was the only one who held her hand the entire time while she drifted in and out of consciousness. In the early dawn of the third morning, I brushed her hair away and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Lucy, and i'm sorry."
Leaning back and sitting on my heels, I gazed at my dirty trousers.
"I love you too, Lorcan Scamander." A voice whispered and I looked up to see Lucy's beautiful grey eyes staring at me, brimming with tears.
Now, for the first time in almost five years, everything was perfect. After all, as my brother once wisely told me: "if you love her, you will search the entire planet for her". And I did. I found my other half, after all.