Last chapter of PART ONE! I got antsy over the few snow days, being cooped up, that I decided to put all of my story into ONE story, and not into three separate parts. So yes, it is official, this story will be THREE PARTS! :D Be excited.(:

Dislcaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am but a poor teenage bookstore clerk.

The Parting of Ways

"He hasn't moved from that spot…" Rene whispered, holding her newest baby girl to her chest as she watched Viktor Krum sitting next to her eldest unconscious baby girl. "Not even to eat…I feel like a bad parent for even leaving to use the restroom."

Molly and Jonathan next to her told her to stop thinking like that, that she had done nothing wrong and was a great mother. She'd always been able to help her out with these kind of things, like her guilt overstaying in Quidditch or leaving, or leaving her children at home while she'd gone out to practice. Molly had been her good friend since Rene had been on the Wimbourne Wasps. At the moment they all stood in the doorway, watching Viktor sitting there, a broomstick—hers, or his?—in his hands, looking down onto it.

"I just came to say that we've got to go," Molly Weasley said, her eyes tearing up. "I wish that I could stay and make sure that Leigh Ann is okay, but I can't. We've got to get home."

Rene handed over her newest baby girl to Jonathan and attacked her friend in a hug. "I'm going to miss you, Molly."

"Will I see you at Christmas?"

"I hope so. You and your family have got to come over for the Fourth of July. Promise me?" she asked against her shoulder.

"I promise." And with that, they said their goodbyes.

"Viktor," Rene said, walking into the ward. For the past couple of days, Harry Potter had been lying in one of them, but not anymore. Leigh Ann was the only one in there. "Maybe you should go for a walk. I think it would make you feel better."

"I cannoot," he said softly, still looking at the broom. "Noot unteel she vakes."

"She forgives you," Rene said softly, sitting next to him. She put her hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at her with puffy red eyes. "My daughter is your friend, and always will be. She'll be hurt, yes, but you weren't the one who did that to her. It was Moody—err, Barty Crouch Jr. who was doing that you her, through you."

"I should half been able to break hees coontrool."

Jonathan, behind her, put his hand on Viktor's shoulder also. "Even the most powerful wizard has a difficult time getting out of an Imperious Curse." He looked to her, as if asking, "Right?"

Rene had to try hard not to crack a smile at her husband's horrible knowledge of magic. "He's right, you know."

Jonathan let out a breath of air. "She'll be fine. My little girl is strong."

"She ees," Viktor stated, looking at her puny form on the bed.

As if on cue, Leigh Ann started to move. Her face scrunched up, as if she had just eaten something bad, and her bright, hazel eyes were open to the world.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jonathan said, moving to stroke her hair out of her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Horrible," she said, though she cracked a small smile. "They serve this horrible liquid food here, really, you shouldn't try it…"

Rene rolled her eyes. "If you're cracking jokes, I'm sure you're fine."

Viktor just sat back as Rene, Leigh Ann, and Jonathan talked for a few moments, about what had happened the past few days with Professor Moody, Barty Crouch Jr., Harry Potter, and Cedric's poor family. Her eyes were wet, but she looked like she refused to cry. They told her about the accusation that Lord Voldemort was back, and that Harry insisted. She told them that if Harry insisted, then she believed him.

"And Viktor, here…he hasn't left your side," Jonathan said, as his daughter's eyes finally collided with Viktor's. "I don't think the boy's even eaten."

Rene knew that she should probably leave the two alone, but she almost couldn't bring herself to do it. So, she stood up, situated her baby, and walked out of the room, grabbing her husband's arm along the way.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Jonathan asked, glancing at the scared look in Leigh's eyes. "I don't think she'll be too happy to see him…"

"Did you see the look in her eyes when Viktor was holding Nicole?" Rene asked, seeing Viktor gently take her daughter's hand. Leigh didn't refuse. "She looked like she had never seen a man holding a baby before. I think she's got a thing for him, no matter how much she wants to hate him because he's a professional Quidditch player."

Jonathan looked a slight bit scared. "Leigh's not…she can't…not yet…"

"She's the same age as I was when I married you," Rene said softly, looking into her husband's eyes. "You've got to remember that. I had your baby not too long after that. We were in love. I'm not saying that they are, but…" She looked back into the room to see that Viktor now held both of Leigh's hands, her broom in her lap, and a small smile on her face. "They could be."

Leigh Ann

Even a month later, when I looked back, I noticed how it all happened so quickly. I had made friends, and lost them. One of them had lost his life, and I would never forget him, and he would be in my prayers every night. I had gotten stronger, knowing more about myself. I had gotten over my fears. I had learned so much…

And now, it was time to go home.

"I'm supposedly going t' see you over the summer, but its still goodbye. So goodbye," Ron said, holding out his hand and blushing. I ignored it and pulled him into a hug, laughing at how half-heartedly he fought to get out of it. "Gerroff me, Leigh."

Harry and Hermione chuckled, and then I turned to them. "Hermione, remember my offer! I know you and your parents have never been to America, but I swear, you're welcome on the ranch."

"I'll put the offer on the table," she said, giving me a hug. "I'm going to miss you!"

"I'm going to miss you, too!" Was I going to cry again? Damn, I was too sentimental. No wonder Grandpa always said I'd never make a good real soldier. "Harry, get over here," I growled, pulling him into my hug. He made sure he wasn't going alone, and Ron was in our little group hug, too. "I'm going to miss you all so much! Write me?"

"Of course!"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"Blimey, who do you take us for?"

I chuckled and wiped a tear from my eyes. "Oh, shuddup, Ron."

Suddenly I heard something behind me, and I turned to see that Viktor was standing there. He was looking at me. "Could…I talk to you?" he wondered, and of course I wouldn't say no.

"S-sure." I said my final goodbyes to my friends and then walked along with Viktor. It reminded me of our first meeting, where we hadn't known the other, we'd just been two teenagers in 'like.' "What do you need?" I asked, feeling slightly light-headed with a fast-beating heart. "Of course, you don't have to need anything to want to talk to me, but…"

He smiled softly, saying, "I vish to see you over the soomer."

This made me smile, too. "Do you know when the match between America and Bulgaria is this year?" Viktor shook his head. "Then write me when you do figure it out, and tell me when it is. We'll be able to spend that week together."

"You vill write me, as vell?"

"Of course," I said, reaching down and grabbing his hand. "I'm going to miss you, Viktor."

"I vill miss you, as vell." I stood there for a moment, looking into his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, knowing that it was him and no one else. No one was controlling him, telling him what to do. He was Viktor Krum. Not the Quidditch superstar, not the "hunky bon-bon," but Viktor Krum, my friend. That was when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, Anna, come on! We're about to set off!" I looked over to see Jason waving at me through the thick crowd of people.

"You vill not valk?" Viktor asked incredulously.

I laughed, barely noticing that our hands were still together. "To Hogsmede, yeah, but we have vehicles to take us home. They're called Humvees."

He sighed and shook his head. "I vill never oonderstand the Eenglish."

"No, you probably won't."

"ANNA!"

I chuckled, releasing our hands. I felt strangely cold without his hand around mine. "Well, my brother's starting to sound frantic, so…I'll see you this summer, Viktor. You're welcome any time."

He took my hand up again and ran his lips gently over the back of my fingers. "I vill see you again, Leahn Ahn."

And so, two very different people, from two very different places, formed a bond. A completely weirded out bond, but a bond in the least. But, as I look back now, I'm pretty happy about that bond we made.

...

"You are telling me that you did not completely your mission?"

"No, I did not, Grand Wizard."

"That girl will be the end of the Organization. Now, you have sealed your fate."

"I did all that I could. I made her name appear from the Goblet, I used Polyjuice potion to change my appearance into her friend Mary. I charmed the dragon into attacking her. I even posessed that deplorable Viktor Krum to use an Unforgivable Curse on her. Give me one more chance. I will get her. It was not a good time. They had a Legimens, and all of the Headmasters were around. They are the strongest of our kind."

"But you are the strongest of your kind, are you not?"

"I...I am, Sir."

"Then get me Leigh Ann Nelson by the Winter Solstice. Either I have her or I have your head on a pike, do you understand me?"

"I...I do, Sir." I'm sorry, Leigh Ann.

"Then get out of my sight."

And, onto Part II!

"I don't think that I can do this."

"You have to, or else you'll be a traitor to Our cause and your family will never be safe from Us."

"What do you mean, my family will never be safe? I'm looking at a part of it right now!"

"The Order needs to know that We can trust you."

"If my own family can't trust me, how can you?"

"Either you do it, or I'll do it."

"She's my sister."

"Sweetheart, you won't be a part of the Order, of Our perfect society, until you prove that you will do anything to rid the world of Muggle filth. You are lucky you are able to look upon one such as me, with that dirt in your bloodstream. You do want to clean first the United States, then the world, don't you?"

"I...I do."

"Then say the word, Jessica."

"...C..."

"Say it, Jessica."

"...Crucio."

"Say it like you mean it!"

"CRUCIO!"