A/N: Don't own, don't sue. Please read and review.

James: Teehee, that rhymes!

Me: Ignoring James. Erm, if you're looking for a sequel… well, I really don't know. Probably not. This fic's ending just feels… too much like real closure to continue. This is the last chapter. If you come up with a good enough idea for a sequel and post it in a review, I'll consider writing one. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

"I'm so glad you're okay."

Annemarie was at Verity's bedside, talking about old time. "Thanks, Eerie."

"You scared the crap out of all of us," Annemarie continued, wringing her hands together. She cocked her head at her cousin. "Why'd you do it?"

"Because," Verity said, her blue eyes meeting her cousin's gray ones. "Life without him isn't anywhere near worth living." Her eyes suddenly landed on the Resurrection Stone embedded on the ring. And an idea struck her…

"Morning, Sleepyhead."

James strode into his younger brother's hospital room carrying a McDonalds' bag. "They may be Muggles but they sure can cook," he said, setting the bag down on the table.

"That smells good," Albus said, his mouth watering.

"Oh," James said suddenly, rummaging around in his pocket for something. He produced an object, which he handed to Albus. "Ver wanted me to give this to you. She said you'd know what to do with it." It was the Resurrection Stone. Of course!

"James, can I… er, have some alone time?" he asked awkwardly, flashing a pleading glance towards his elder brother.

"Sure thing," James said, grabbing the bag, "but I'm taking this food with me."

As soon as he was gone, Albus closed his hand over the ring, concentrating hard. "Al?"

He opened his brilliant emerald eyes a crack. "Scorpius!" Albus cried, overjoyed. A ghostly image of Scorpius was before him, floating in the air.

"What are you doing in St. Mungo's?" Scorpius asked, concern etched all over his face.

"Long story," Albus said, gesturing his left hand wildly. Scorpius's ghostly gray eyes landed on the glint of gold on the fourth finger of his left hand.

"You're married?" he gaped. "Verity better be your wife."

Albus nodded. "Who else? We were married just a fortnight ago."

"And why wasn't I invited?" he asked, sounding indignant.

"Scor," Albus said patiently. "You're dead."

"Sure, rub it in," Scorpius said. He was smiling widely now. "So… how'd it go? Will you two be popping out any kids soon?"

Albus flushed. "I don't know, Scor. We both nearly died about a week ago. She'll probably want to wait 'til we're both a bit healthier and our jobs are just a tad bit steadier."

"And what about you?"

"Me?" he repeated, shrugging. "I want whatever she wants."

The ghostly figure of Scorpius was now gone, replaced by the small figure of Lily. "Lils! How are you?" Albus exclaimed, smiling broadly. He fought to keep his tears from falling, not wanting to worry her.

"Albus!" Lily said, jumping excitedly. She then wasted no time in spotting the wedding band on his left hand. "You're married! Yea, yea, yea! You're married to Verity, right?"

"I sure am," he nodded. "Merlin, I miss you, Lily."

"I miss you, too, Albus," she replied. "But you know it's not your fault that I died, right?"

He gaped at her. "How did you know that I worried about that?"

She shrugged her ghostly shoulders. "I'm dead; we dead people know these things."

Lily was gone; Albus sucked in a deep breath, preparing to recall the figures of the people he had never known. He was unbelievably nervous about this- how in the world was he going to talk to the grandparents he had never known? Closing his eyes again, he concentrated. "Harry?" said a voice suddenly. He opened his eyes. In front of him were two ghostly figures; one was a woman with vibrant red hair and almond-shaped emerald green eyes, the second was a man with messy jet black hair and sparkling hazel eyes.

"I'm not Harry," Albus said quietly. He squinted at them. "James? Lily?"

"How do you know our names?" James asked softly. "You look almost just like me… but you have Lily's eyes… are you sure you're not Harry?"

"I'm sure," Albus replied, chuckling slightly. "I'm Harry's son, Albus Potter." James muttered something about Dumbledore under his breath.

"So you're our… our grandson?" Lily queried. "It's true; it must be- I can feel it."

"Do you play Quidditch?" James asked eagerly, cautiously approaching his grandson.

"James!" Lily yelped, slapping his playfully on the arm. Her ghostly hand swept right through his own ghostly figure.

"What?" he asked. "It's an honest question!"

"Yeah, I do," Albus replied, nodding his head. "I'm a Seeker."

"Just like Sirius said Harry was!" Lily gushed, having forgotten her momentary anger. "Why'd you call us back?"

"I wanted to meet you," he told them softly. "I-I never knew you so… I'm sorry."

"Don't be," James insisted. Lily nodded her redhead in agreement. "We've always loved you, Albus, even though we didn't know you. We've always loved you because you're our grandson, even if we're dead."

He nodded, fighting to keep his tears from spilling over. Lily spotted his wedding ring, smiling slightly, and said, "And I'm sure your wife is a very lucky woman to have you."

"No," he said hoarsely. "I'm lucky to have her." And then they were gone. And he had his closure.

"We're finally home!" Verity exclaimed, bursting through the front door of their flat. She threw down her bags unceremoniously onto the floor, collapsing onto the nearest chair.

"Ver?" Albus said thoughtfully, nervously running a hand through his jet black hair. "D-do we want to have kids? I mean, I want them and I know you do, too, but… when?"

She shrugged. "I'm ready, Albus," she replied, her blue eyes probing his green ones intently. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck. "Are you?"

"Yeah," he breathed into her ear huskily. "What do you say we go try?" She giggled and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom.

It was in that moment that the two realized that time is not a series of still-standing moments, but a perpetual flow of continuous moments, never standing still, and always moving on.