Disclaimer: I own nothing except Violet and the creepy rapist guy…But don't worry, I lock him in a closet, so he won't get out. I wish I could own Harry though…yum.

A/N: So here is chapter 13. Hope you all enjoy!!

Chapter Thirteen

Five Years Later

"I don't like this. It all seems too easy," Ron said as he, Harry, and Draco cautiously approached a seemingly empty building. They were on an Auror mission after being given an anonymous tip at the Ministry. As the top team in the department, they were automatically assigned to go investigate. There seemed to be no security of any kind and there was no trace of glamour or other concealing spells. All in all, it was a completely safe building. However, years of training had left them all cautious of a seemingly harmless situation.

"Me either. It seems too…safe," Draco responded as they reached the door. Harry remained quiet as he slowly opened the door. It swung open to reveal a bare room. Harry stepped inside and was soon followed by the other two. As soon as the last one had crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut and the room was pitched into darkness.

"Ambush!" Harry cried as they each swung into action. Harry shot off a defensive spell and threw up a shield. A battle raged for all of twenty minutes before things got quiet again. Harry was breathing harshly as he spelled the lights back on. He looked around to assess the damage. Ron was lying on the floor his arm bent at an unusual angle but other than that he seemed fine. Draco was still standing but his forehead was bleeding. Harry noticed his own sore ribs and counted two broken ones. Their attackers were lying unconscious or dead around them. The trio had been trained relentlessly to fight in the dark so they had defeated their opponents rather easily. Harry went to Ron and sat him up as Ron was now awake and struggling.

"Well…we should have known that was going to happen. It did seem too easy," Draco remarked as he checked on the bodies sprawled across the floor. One had been crushed under a pile of wall that Draco had sent crashing down. The man was dead so Draco turned him over to see who had attacked. He gasped and took a quick step back. Harry and Ron looked at him in concern.

"What is it?" Ron asked, rising to his feet.

"You guys should come see this." Harry and Ron made their way over and looked down at the body. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the body of Violet's husband, James Westlake.

xXx

"Damn!" Harry stormed into his apartment that he had rented after everyone had moved out and gotten on with their lives. Just his luck. He hadn't seen or heard of Violet in four years since her marriage and in one day he had managed to dredge up more memories than he had in those four years. She's a widow now, he thought, Oh, Harry, what are you thinking? You think just 'cause you offed her husband that she's going to come running back into your arms. Forget it. She left you and that's that. He shook off his thoughts and went to the fridge and pulled out a butterbeer. He sat down on the couch as he sipped his drink. He didn't want to see her and yet as the investigating Aurors, he would probably have to go to her house to do follow up. Like why was she married to a man who had connections to such a group anyway?, he thought, If only, no! We've been through this too much, Harry. There is no if only with her. Just let it go! But Harry knew that he still thought in if onlys no matter how many times he berated himself not to.

xXx

"The funeral's tomorrow, you know?" Harry looked up at Hermione's voice. He and all his friends had gathered at Hermione and Draco's for their monthly dinner. The location depended on whose turn it was.

"Whose funeral, 'Mione?" he asked, even though he knew where she was going with this. James Westlake's funeral was to be held the next day and Hermione had been pushing him to go.

"Mr. Westlake's of course. You know she'll be there, Harry. And I think you need to see her."

"Well I disagree and I'm not going."

"You know, Harry, I think she has a point," Ron piped in. Draco, Blaise, and Grace nodded in agreement. Lisa and Marie had yet to choose a side. Oliver automatically sided with his wife. Harry sighed.

"Look-" he started.

"We've all talked and we've agreed to all go with you, if you go," Hermione said hurriedly. Harry looked around at his friends, shocked that they had been discussing him behind his back.

"Please, Harry? We want to see her and none of us want to go alone. I know she hurt you the most but she hurt us too," Grace said quietly. Harry looked away thinking, before nodding in agreement.

"You're right. We should go to see her. We'll go to the funeral tomorrow." A sigh of relief went around the table and supper resumed as talk turned to other subjects.

xXx

The next morning Harry dressed with a sense of dread. The thought of seeing Violet again was playing havoc on his nerves. Part of him hoped she would look horrible just to ease his pride but on the other hand, he couldn't wish ill on her no matter what she had done. He sighed and finished straightening his tie. He went to his living room and flooed over to Grace's where they were all meeting so they could arrive at the funeral together. He stepped out of the fireplace to see that Hermione and Draco, Lisa and Ron, and Grace and Oliver were all there.

"Harry dear, come here." Grace approached him with a smile as she led him to the couch. He sat next to Draco and offered him a strained smile.

"Nervous? Well at least you didn't kill the man. I'm sure she'll hate me more," Draco said, slapping Harry on the back. Harry snorted.

"Thanks, Malfoy. That made me feel loads better." At that time Marie and Blaise showed up. Everyone was dressed in a somber black and wore different expressions. Lisa was nervous while Grace seemed excited. Draco and Hermione wore varying expressions of determination while Ron and Blaise seemed nonchalant. Only Harry and Marie seemed despondent about the upcoming meeting.

"Well, now that we're all here I guess we should be going. It starts soon," Hermione said as she rose, "Neville and Luna are watching the kids so everything's taken care of." Harry smiled slightly at the mention of the kids. Hermione and Draco had two, a boy of three and a girl of one, and Marie and Blaise had one two year old boy. Soon, Lisa and Marie would add two more as both were expecting. Harry loved his niece and nephews. His mind drifted into the what if zone. Would he and Violet have kids by now? He jerked his mind roughly back from that path. No use thinking of hopeless cases. He stood with the others, and they Apparated to the graveyard. When they arrived, it was empty except for the preacher. He didn't see Violet yet surely she was here. It was her husband's funeral after all. Either way the moment of truth had come. He wanted answers but he didn't want to face her to get them. But he owed it to his friends and himself to discover the reason for her disappearance all those years ago.

"Where is she? She has to be here somewhere don't you think?"Ron said.

"I don't know. You'd think she'd be at her husband's funeral," Blaise responded.

"Maybe she was too distraught to come," Marie offered. Everyone turned to stare at her. "What? I was just saying," she muttered.

"Is that her?" Lisa whispered. They all froze in anticipation. Harry slowly forced his body to move. He turned and there she stood.

A/N: Sorry it's so short!! But that's where I wanted to leave it. The story is coming to an end! So sad but this is not the last of our Violet and Harry. I'm starting a new story that's her and Harry but it's the popular boy and the geeky girl with a twist for those of you who are interested. Anyway, so what did you think? Yay!! James is dead!! Whoo hoo! Hated that man! Okay so REVIEW!! Please! I do so love those! Thanks!