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This is it, guys. This is the end. I know you guys were probably expecting alot of smut, but I don't want this to get deleted. I do plan on adding two more chapters to it on , so look for it there as well.

This has been an incredible journey, and I hate to see it end. But everything must come to an end some time. This has been one of my favorite stories to write, and I now know how JKR herself felt when she wrote that last chapter in the original series. I also know how she felt when she wrote Fred's death. Writing this last chapter choked me up, and I had to walk away for a bit. But it had to be done, and it was.

Sit back and enjoy, and may this story stay forever in your heart.

Love always,

Avoline

Scorpius opened his eyes as he awoke. He turned to see his wife of ten years, Lily Potter Malfoy, still asleep next to him. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. He loved her, and always would, for the rest of his life. They had shared many wonderful moments together, including the birth of their children, Amaryllis Leanne Malfoy and Bruno Lucius Malfoy. His smile grew as the memory of their daughter's birth surfaced.

So much like her mother.

He wrapped an arm around Lily and pulled her close to him. He gently inhaled the scent of her hair.

"Lils," he whispered. "It's time to get up. The kids will be up soon." Silence. He looked at her peaceful face, the soft smile playing on her lips. "Come on, Lily, this isn't funny." No response. He felt his heart race in his chest. "Lily, wake up. Please, please wake up."

It was then that he noticed that she wasn't breathing.

"Lily, come on," he pleaded. "If this is some sort of sick prank you and your Uncle George are pulling, it's not funny." She still didn't stir. He grasped her shoulders and gently shook her. "Lily, say somthing!" She didn't move, and he finally pressed his fingers to her wrist.

He couldn't find a pulse. She had died in her sleep. He felt tears prick his eyes as a lump formed in his throat. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't fair. They wanted to be able to celebrate their fifty year wedding anniversary. They were suppose to see Paris one more time. Hell, their youngest one had just experienced his first bought of accidental magic! They still had so much planned.

He buried his face in her hair. He couldn't face this. Not now, when his three year old needed him most. Not when his five year old had just started immitating her mother. Not now, and of all the days, their ten year anniversary!

He shook with each sob. He wasn't suppose to be crying on their anniversary. He was suppose to be taking his wife out for dinner and making her feel like the only girl in the world. He was suppose to be celebrating with her, and completely mussing the sheets with her that night.

Is this really happening?

Harry stood next to Ginny, his arm around his weeping wife. They had recieved news at about lunch, and the Ministry wasted no time preparing the funeral. He knew this was coming, but it didn't dull the pain one bit. He couldn't help but ask himself why his little girl had to die.

He lifted his gaze to see his son-in-law across from him. The middle-aged man was on his knees, watching as his wife was lowered into the gorund. Harry could see the tears streaming down the blond's face. His bright green gaze met the steel gray of Draco's, and the two men both agreed. This was unfair on every level. The children needed their mother, yet she was gone. Scorpius needed his wife, yet she died in his arms. She had affected so many lives, and to loose her at the young age of twenty-eight was a blow to many people.

Harry turned to see James and Albus, their beautiful wives next to them, trying their hardest to hold it together. He had to give them credit for one thing: they never let their sister see how much her condition was affecting them. They held it together for her, and yet they were still trying to hold it together, when everyone would understand if they fell apart.

Just beyond them stood the Weasley family. Ron held Hermione as she sobbed, Molly crying into Arthur's shirt, George, Percy, and Charlie all openly mourning. Bill held Fleur as she wept, him being the rock of the family. Harry had always admired his ability to stay calm and collected despite everything.

He turned back to the casket. His heart was breaking, and he prayed that his mother was watching over her in the afterlife. Maybe she had already run into the real Padfoot, and was learning how to pull a few pranks with him and her Uncle Fred. A lump occupied his throat as the last stone was put in place.

Goodbye, my Lily.