So here it is... the last chapter to this story! ;)
The Ending
Voldemort was defeated. The Death Eaters backed away minus one straight into the Forbidden Forest. The one figure retreated forward, but another one followed. Making their way towards us, Jasper and I crouched defensively. With our sight, we knew who it was. We let out an audible gasp, and just wondered what they were doing.
A flash of blonde hair could be seen on both heads, as they bobbed forwards. As soon as they near I ran forward to stop them. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with them? You're traitors to them. Go back to where you belong." I was angry, and Jasper could sense it, he ran forwards and held me back, but not before letting his own snarls reach their human ears.
"Isabella, I am sorry for all that we have done. I fought along Lucius, but once I realised he was dead alongside my sister, I knew that I shouldn't defy the Black name like this. Phineas wasn't like us, and neither was Charles or Sirius. I felt so bad, I didn't want Draco to become a death eater, but he's like his father in so many ways that I couldn't stop him. But now he realises his mistakes. You're both my brother's children. Bellatrix has no right to try and kill her niece and nephew. You are both so innocent. I tried to tell Voldemort to leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen to me. I tried to. I'm so sorry; I failed as an aunt to protect my own brother's children." Tears racked through her body. Remorse and desperation rolled together in one.
She's genuinely sorry Bells. Her pain and remorse is so strong. Draco- not too sure about. God I hate him so much. Pig headed little boy.
I can tell Jasper, she looks so sorry and hurt. It's like I can feel the pain.
"Stop crying, mother. They defied our family name not the other way around. Their nothing but traitor bloods," with a look of disgust he turned around and made his way to the other death eaters. When he heard no footsteps following him, he turned around. Narcissa had stood up, and walked over to Jazz and I. "No Draco. They didn't. If you want leave then leave, but don't expect to come back to me when you're hurt or scared. I will not let you talk to my cousin's children like that. They have done nothing wrong. They knew nothing about us. They are innocent in all these antics." With that she walked behind us and walked over to McGonagall and cried, begging for forgiveness over and over again. Draco didn't know what to do, he was confused.
"Follow your heart, Draco. Choose your path. Your mother or them?" with that we walked away. Draco ran behind us, and claimed his allegiance. As soon as Draco ran over, a wave of gasps could be heard. Shock was written all over their faces, even the teachers.
Later that evening….
Everyone was celebrating the victory and in the corner with the teachers stood Narcissa. Draco was nowhere to be seen, but who was watching. No one cared. He hurt people, and couldn't really be forgiven easily.
All through the night people celebrated, but by morning the dead were mourned by teachers, students and families alike. The grief had gotten to Jasper, and we made our escape. We left Hogwarts and went home, where we were able to be who we are.
And that's where I'm leaving it. I'm thinking of just posting a sequel as an ending to this story. I need reviews people. I don't think this story could carry on then. I've planned the next part, and really need your input. What's good and what's bad! I might not write a sequel, I really need these reviews. Looking at the outline that I've written for this story, I'm sure it would put smiles on faces, because it is pretty funny at the beginning anyway!
Thanks,
-x-TwilightPotteR-x-
