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So it was just Fred and I, traveling together, scouting places for Lee. George didn't come back, preferring to pretend to be the twins instead of dealing with us. I'm afraid to admit we were rather lovey-dovey, I guess, but it's not often you know exactly when your loved one was going to die and were able to spend their last days with them.

Of course, we didn't ever talk about it. Fred didn't know that I stayed awake most nights trying to think of a way to keep him from dying. It would work, I knew it would.

It was March when I saw Lee for the first time at a hideout we had found. He had grabbed me in one of the fiercest hugs. "Nice to see you're alive," he said, grinning.

Remus and Kingsley were there too, each of them just as excited to see me. Remus showed me a picture of Tonks who had gotten hilariously large. "They think it's going to be a boy," he told me, happily.

Smiling, I knew now, looking at his face, why I was glad that Harry had forced him back to his wife.

"Fred, Marlow, you guys want to help out with the show today?" Lee asked as they finished setting up the equipment.

I looked to Fred, beaming. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione are listening. I could let them know I'm alive."

Fred shrugged. "Sure you'll do the 'Pals of Potter' segment with Remus."

I sat then, between Fred and Remus, listening and recalling Lee and Kingsley's words from the book, nervous and excited. I'd never been on a radio before and now I could assure Harry and them that I was alright, alive and well and they could stop worrying.

"Indeed they are, Romulus," said Lee, and I realized that Remus's part was over, 'so we suggest that you continue to show your devotion to the man with the lightning scar by listening to Potterwatch. Joining us now as a surprise guest in 'Pals of Potter' is none other then Rascal. You had a few things you wanted to say?"

"Rascal?" I asked, amused.

"Fits you don't you think?" Lee said grinning. "What do you want to say to our listeners out there?"

"Many may have thought that they needed to worry about me, but I'm fine. There's no way I was going down without a fight and those who know me should know that by now. And to Harry, if he's out there listening, keep up the good work. I have the utmost faith in you and in your friends. You're stronger than a thousand You-Know-Who's."

"And she should know," Fred said. "She's met the big brute."

"We're all rooting for you Harry," I finished, backing away from the mike.

"Spoken like a true friend and hero," Lee said, smiling softly. "Thank you, Rascal, for your words of encouragement. And now let's move to news concerning the wizard who is proving just as elusive as Harry Potter."

For the first time in a while, I laughed . . . I laughed a lot. And I wasn't the least bit surprised when Fred forced me into the segment with him.

"For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's not true, is it Rascal."

"That's a basilisk, listeners. Rapier here can give you a simple test to prove it."

"Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do."

The show ended all too soon and we were packing up the equipment again. Lee came up to me. "Feel better?" he asked.

Even though I knew that at this moment Harry, Ron, and Hermione were being captured by the Snatchers, I realized I did feel better. I was helping, which was all I wanted to do in the first place. It was going to be okay.

Fred came up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "We'll just head on to the next location. I'll send you a signal to let you know when it's safe."

The two friends shook hands and I hugged Lee, Kingsley, and Remus before we Apparated away.

"I've got a surprise for you," Fred said, waking me up one morning. "Hurry and get dressed."

I did as I was told, half sleep when Fred and I Apparated, not even hearing the destination that he mumbled. It wasn't until my feet had landed and I heard the soft rushing of the sea.

Looking around, shocked, surprised, I saw Dobby's grave, hand-built by Harry himself. I looked up to Fred, my eyes pricking with tears. He smiled down at me. "The book's in progress. They'll have been talking about Dumbledore when they heard us pop in."

Sure enough, I saw Ron first, peaking around the corner of the house, his wand in hand. He saw me and Fred and before I could even blink, his wand dropped and he was rushing forward, grabbing me around my waist and spinning me around, laughing. "Oy! Harry, Hermione! It's Marlow! She's okay!"

He set me down as Hermione came rushing up to me, throwing her arms around my neck and attacking me with her bushy hair bursting into tears. "We heard your message on the radio! Oh Marlow, we've missed you so!"

"I've missed you too, Hermione," I said, trying to keep the tears from my eyes as I brushed down her hair.

But I couldn't hold it any longer when I looked over her shoulder and saw Harry. Out of the four of us, it was easy to tell that Harry and I were irrevocably close. No matter the arguments or the fights or the trials, it was the two of us that came together in the end. The only boy I could truly talk to besides Fred and the only girl he could truly talk to besides Ginny.

At that moment, everything we had been through together ran through my head. Standing with Harry in Snape's puzzle before he left to find the philosopher's stone. . . . Harry comforting me when I received the letter from my father, disowning me. . . . Harry supporting me as he half-carried me out of the Chamber of Secrets . . . . Me comforting Harry as he sadly thought of what could have been if Pettigrew hadn't escaped. . . . Harry looking to me for support when his name flew out of the goblet. . . . Harry coming to me each time after Sirius dies, sobbing. . . . Harry and I and our quiet chats in the common rooms. . . . And then there was now, practically shocked stone-still at the sight of each other. It was easy to see now why many readers thought we'd end up together, the way we acted. But we knew differently.

He started forward first and I met him halfway, flinging my arms around his neck in a fierce hug. My best friend . . . my brother after I had lost everything.

"Thank you," he whispered almost inadubily in my ear.

"It's because of your strength that I'm still alive," I told him truthfully. "I should be thanking you."

We separated and I couldn't help the burst of laughter that admitted from my throat. Harry smiled too, grinned actually, reaching up to ruffle my hair like he had done so many times in the past.

"'Arry?"

We all looked up at Fleur who had come outside. She smiled briefly at me but it fell, as if she had remembered what she had been sent to do. "'Arry, Grip'ook would like to speak to you. 'E eez in ze smallest bedroom, 'e says e' does not want to be over'eard."

My three friends looked at me, waiting for me to join them. I looked back to Fred, who shrugged, smiling softly. Nodding, I followed my friends, easily falling back into the routine of the book.

A/N: So it's about time I know. Hope you guys enjoyed the little reunion between the friends. Harry and Marlow were a bit sappy but like I said, they are the best of friends, closer than close. Thanks for reading.