Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee. The only thing in here that's mine is the plot.
Warnings: F/F, femslash, no beta, cursing, violence, past relationship, funeral, murder, nightmares, possible character death, angst etc.
Epilogue: Bellatrix's funeral
It's a sunny day which somehow doesn't seem appropriate for the event. We're burying Bella today and by we, I mean me and Hermione. Everyone else refused to come. To be honest I barely managed to get them to agree to let me properly bury her in the first place. Apparently they're not big on letting alleged murderers bury other serial killers. If Hermione didn't side with me, I'd never be able to do this.
Hermione squeezes my hand as the last of the dirt gets dropped, and they seal the grave. Tomorrow I have a hearing. My official trial for being a Death Eater. Bellatrix would've just told me to suck it up because it's not that bad.
She'd just laugh at my worries and then proceed to distract me with other things. According to her I think better after I've been fucked properly. Thanks to her, I'm probably only going to get a slap on the wrist tomorrow. I've told Hermione the truth. I told her Bella killed Scrimgeour for me, that she doesn't have to lie for me. She was so relieved she kept asking me if it was true.
I knew she'd have issues with me being a murderer and now she doesn't have to worry about it. We can finally get our happy ending and her conscience won't suffer.
I tug at 'Mione's hand and we head back. She's been really great through the last weeks. Hasn't left my side and helped me through my nightmares. But I'm not the only one plagued with them. I once awoke to her screaming in her room. I immediately woke her up and cradled her in my arms until she calmed down. Afterwards she asked me to stay with her through the night and that sort of became our routine now. Now it just feels weird if I wake up and she's not besides me. I'm finally at peace.
Hermione wraps her arms around my shoulders, pecks me on my cheek, and guides me home. I glance across my shoulder one more time and silently thank Bella. Hermione's grip tightens for a second and I turn back to her and smile.
"False face must hide what the false heart doth know." – Macbeth
A/N: So I guess this is it. This is the final chapter of this story for everyone that loves happy endings. Thank you all for sticking with this story and for now I shall bid you farewell. Thank you for reading and reviewing.