Last chapter alert! Yep, this will be the final chapter. I'm probably not turning this "series" into a trilogy, but then again, I also said that I wouldn't make a sequel, so there you go. Chances are, I'll leave this fic alone for a few years, and then get bored and re-read both this and its prequel, before seeing some plot holes I forgot to fill in and then end up writing a third fic. You never know with me. When I say I'm not, I usually am. And when I am, I only sometimes am, other times I start to be and then end up not being.

I'm honestly surprised that these two fics lasted so long, seeing as how I created them without knowing very much. They were both sparked by a small idea, and both turned out to be awesomeness. Usually if I have a random idea for a fic, especially with GoT, it doesn't last very long before I've written myself into a corner that I can't find a way out of…or at least, don't want to find a way out of…

In response to all the people surprised that I killed Delilah, I have to tell you: I was surprised as well. I mean, I started writing and I thought, "Okay, I guess I can kill her." Then I decided, "No, I'll keep her alive. I'm not going to be that mean." Then I figured, "Well, it would be a bit too convenient if she lived, since she already had the fall from the escalator." If it had been any other character, besides Clara, I might have let them live. But I don't usually like to let characters live through more than one near-death experience, otherwise it seems too perfect to me.

Chapter 21

Vanessa

All our lives eventually get back on track, and Seth becomes part of our group. After a while, we tell Draco everything, once the Named decide that they can trust him. Then comes the day that everything changes.

The whole group is gathered outside Arkarian's chambers, because there's a meeting and the day is just so nice that we don't want to sit around inside.

"Just like last time," Harry starts, "we've stayed long enough to help you guys through some huge battle. And also, like last time, it's time for us to go home."

"What?!" I exclaim. "We can't leave now!"

"Yeah," Kyle agrees. "It's nice here!"

"Okay," Harry says, "Anyone who wants to stay here can do just that. But the rest of us are leaving."

I look around. Draco shrugs. "I only came here because I heard that Hermione was here. I'm good to leave."

Hermione looks at the ground. "I…suppose we can go. I'll miss everyone, but I'm ready to go home."

Ginny states simply, "I go where Harry goes."

I look at Jacob and place a hand on my stomach. "I'm staying. The four of you have somebody back home, or in this case, travelling with you. But my somebody is here, and I'm not going to leave him again."

Kyle nods and agrees. "But you guys at least have to stay long enough to come to mine and Clara's wedding," he adds.

"Ours, too," Jacob says.

Harry grins. "I'm sure we can stay just a little bit longer," he says.

The next week, Jacob and I get married. The week after that, Clara and Kyle do. And despite what was said, the other four stay for a month longer than was originally planned. Eventually, however, they leave. We all (with the exception of Arkarian) see them to the airport, because Draco, Ginny, and Harry want the experience again. Hermione could care less, but she goes anyway.

8 years later…

"Hoshi!" I call. "Come here!"

She comes running. "Yeah?"

"We're all going down to the forest, did you want to come?"

She looks outside. It's nighttime. "It's really dark. I suppose you want me to come?"

I smile. "It would be helpful," I say.

It's the eight-year anniversary of Delilah's death, and as a tradition, we all walk down to the forest where we buried her at 9:00 at night, which is the time that Delilah was killed. Don't ask me who actually paid attention to the time, but somebody knew.

Hoshi sighs. "Okay, I'll come."

"Thanks, sweetheart. Jacob, let's go!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he says, walking into the room. I open the door, and see Clara standing on the other side.

"Okay, good," she says, "you're coming."

"Like we would miss this," Jacob tells her. "Don't forget, we were all there when it happened."

"Yes, and none of you did anything to stop it from happening," she snaps. "Don't try me tonight, Jacob. You should have learned that by now. I still can't believe I let Kyle talk me into letting my mum live. I swear, if he hadn't been there, I'd have…"

I tune the rest out. This is also part of the tradition, and it's a part that I wish didn't exist. Clara seems to think it's her duty to round us all up, even though none of us would dream of skipping out on it. Even Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Draco come out every year to be with us. But if we try to explain this to Clara, she goes all emotional and loses control of her skill, and it takes combined efforts of Kyle, Seth, and Arkarian to calm her down.

"Where's Aria?" I ask Clara once she's done ranting.

"Sleeping," she replies. "I'm not going to make my 2 year old daughter be awake at 9:00. In a couple years I'll start bringing her with me."

"So who's watching her?"

"It's Kyle's turn this year. You know I'll never miss a year for as long as I live, but I can't keep making Seth miss it either. And he's the only other one who'd watch Aria, since everyone else has their own kids to look after."

So there's one less person to calm Clara down if she gets upset. I hope someone else can take Kyle's place.

We decided to bury Delilah in the forest because of her skill. We figured she'd like to be among trees, other plants, and the many animals. Clara, Jacob, Hoshi and I get down to the clearing to find everyone else already standing there. Thanks to Matt and Neriah, Delilah was sealed inside a crystal coffin that was modified to make it so she won't decompose. Sure, she probably would have liked it better that way, but it would make it harder on people like Clara and Seth. Plus, another part of our tradition is to have somebody kneel in front of the coffin and say some things, sort of like at a funeral, but every year. That was Clara's idea, so we usually get her to be the one who says things.

Clara takes her place at the centre, and uses her skill to get rid of the dirt covering the coffin. Then, she lifts it up on a bed of air and kneels down. It takes her a while to start, but when she does, I'm surprised to hear that her voice is relatively steady.

She looks into the crystal coffin, preparing to speak. See, it's only crystal on the top, but not on the sides, so none of us can see inside. Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Tears start pouring down her face quicker, and she whispers, "She's gone."

Confusion passes over everybody's face, and we all rush forward to see. Sure enough, the coffin's as good as new, and nothing is broken, but Delilah's not there.

"How the hell?" Isabel wonders out loud.

"I have no idea," I answer. Just when we thought everything was over, something new happens. Well, that's just great.

End

Muahahahahahahaha!! - cough cough- I know I said I wasn't going to make it a trilogy, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass up! What's going on? Why isn't Delilah in her coffin? I don't know either! All I know is that this fic is over, but another one is going to start up from here very soon…and by soon, I mean in a few months or so, because I'm done with this series for now. I love it, and it's given me something to do, but I'm going to take a break. And when better to take a break than at the end of a fic? So review, and I hope to see most of you reviewing for…

The Best GoT and HP Crossover Continuation Ever!! (Yeah, I'm running out of creative ways to make the same title different…what can I say?)