YES! Last Chapter! The Epilogue. It is a sad day for followers, and a happy day for those of you who, like I have a tendency of doing, read only completed fics! This story has been opened to you and you have now enjoyed (hopefully) the amazing world of Willow Evans, story dose.

The next story is being worked on, no worries Followers, you shall have more in the nearish future... hopefully.

Sooo... the sadness is creeping in now. It is legit there. I honestly havent worked on Ron Weasley and the Who Now in weeks... My Dudes, college is terrible and I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to join. This semester was the first in five semesters that I got, not one, but two bad teachers. Not that they're bad teachers, but they didn't teach in a way that is good for me. Legit tell me what to do and I'll do it, one doesnt tell us to do anything, the other tells us that we should already know how to do things so she skips parts. Dudes, I'm a step by step hands on learner! I need instruction with steps all!

sorry bought that.

But the point of that was, with my comic being worked on over the summer, I wont have time to work on RWatWN until sometime in the fall. I'll do my best to get it out some time next year. Love allyall peeps! Have a good summer SonChildren!

Much hope to be had in this AN!

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ENJOY!

He has always hated the dark. He never let it get to him, because he had older brothers who would tease him about it, but it unsettled him. The inability to see, the all encompassing nothingness that seems to make you feel utterly alone in a world of black.

Lily once told him that she wasn't afraid of it as much as it intrigued her. He told her that she could dwell in the dark on her own; he'd much prefer light; sunlight or fire, he wasn't picky.

Moving his fingers, he was relieved when he could open his eyes.

Too much light was only a fleeting thing. Once his eyes adjusted, he was more than happy to open his eyes to the world.

Until he saw Sirius looking down at him with a missing arm and dark circles under his eyes.

"Willow," Sirius breathed, a smile spreading over his face.

He blinked. Willow? Was that his name? He was sure it wasn't. He had another, didn't he?

"Who?" he ended up asking, frowning at the look that crossed Sirius' face.

"Willow?" Sirius' eyebrows drew down into a look of frustration.

"I'm going to go get the nurse, stay put 'till I get back," Sirius told him sternly, his hand resting on the patient's shoulder as he stood.

He didn't know how he got here, he didn't know what was going on.

And that's when every memory that had been locked away bombarded his mind.

Memories of being the youngest boy of six with a younger sister, memories of a twin and a single older sibling, of loving parents, of a dead mother and alcoholic father, of best friends with black hair and varying eye colors. Of book worms and werewolves and rats and—

He let out a painful scream, fingers reaching for his hair, his grip pulling at the red strands, blue eyes hidden behind clenched-closed eyelids as thin lips parted for a continuous scream that delineated every negative emotion under the sun, from fear to anger to sadness; loud and shrill and deep in varying octaves as he let out everything that had been stored away with his memories.

There were people trying to calm him down, trying to pull his hands away from his hair before he ripped it out, a glass bottle that was pressed against his lips before he shook his head. He didn't need potions, he needed to let everything out before he could let anything in.

He didn't stop until he heard it. His own voice, asking if there was anything he could do to help.

His voice stopped him. Because he did it. He saved him from having to go through what he went through. He heard more voices join his.

Harry, Hermione, Severus, all alive, he didn't hear his family though, and the sudden thought that they didn't survive turned his heart to ice, but with the pain-free way he spoke; he wouldn't be so verbal if his family was dead, would he? He hadn't been.

He hadn't realized that he was staring at himself until Sirius cleared his throat.

Ron laughed, his throat raw.

"It worked," he whispered. He had used those words before, with Dumbledore when he first arrived in that time.

Back then, it was enough to have gotten there, to have survived the trip. But now he realized: he had no idea what he would have done if he had stayed as an adult with his memory intact.

There wasn't anything he could have done without screwing up the future in ways that he couldn't even imagine.

He laughed again. The future was so similar. He didn't change much, only who Lily married, and saving his uncles, but that was it. He was there for Draco, but Draco was the one who changed things, not Ron. He knew Draco could, the man had been his personal mediwizard; he was a good person; after you stripped him from his title and his father, of course, bad influence that man was.

"What worked?" Harry's small voice cut through the haze of memories. A reminder that this wasn't his Harry filtered through his mind. This wasn't the boy that wore red and gold, who detested the blonde Slytherin that Ron would later come to rely on, this wasn't the boy who lost his godfather and parents, who lost a friend at 14, who had to live with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

This was his nephew, the boy who was treated decently by his aunt and uncle, who started to get along with his cousin years before the first time around, the boy who sported green and silver, who laughed with people Ron had grown up despising, whom he helped on a letter to letter basis.

"Everything," Willow answered. He wasn't Ron anymore. He couldn't be. Ron was standing behind Harry, watching him with a frown. Ron was the boy who befriended a Slytherin, something Willow never would have done the first time; Ron was the one who admitted to his friends that he was gay before they caught him kissing a teacher. This Ron was his own person, and he didn't deserve Willow trying to take that from him.

He'd tell them eventually, maybe. But until then, he basked in the thought that everything was going to be fine.

Muahahahahah! I can't help but grin right now peeps!

I get so emotional at the end there, when Willow denounces his name, as that isn't him anymore. :3 X3 XD

I don't actually have anything more for this, I plan on ending all my stories right about here, but I guess I can start working on something if I get enough feedback wanting it. Maybe a one-shot in the POV of the next gen? Eh. Up to you guys.

I avoided it to the best of my abilities, but I couldnt wait any longer. See you next story!

No more questions now my dudes! And the winners up to now are:

No one!

If you'd still like to guess, again without cheating please, skip the next part, as I will be revealing the answers below.

Spoilers

Spoilers

Answers actually

Not spoilers

Cheat Sheet

Cheat Sheet

Questions:

1. Who is the other Slytherin? Ginny Weasley was sorted into Slytherin.

2. What kind of Dog is Willow? Jack Russel Terrier, which is also Canon!Ron's Patronus.

3. Where were the two areas I could have cut off at to make it a bit more cliff hanger'y? a) "And everyone was silent, you could hear a pin drop." AND b) "He was not expecting Sirius to pull him into a kiss, but he wasn't complaining either."

4. How did Willow react when he first met Vernon Dursley? He gagged.

5. What was Molly Weasley's take on being a mother of seven children in Willow Evans? Anything is possible.

6. What happened 24hours before Bilius died? He saw a Grim.

7. How many mistakes did Willow make when he snuck out to London? Six

8. What gift did Sirius give Willow that his twin ended up borrowing? A tiara.

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