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MUSIC:

Farewell to Dobby

Harry and Ginny

The Resurrection Stone

Chapter 25: Choices

LIZZIE

PLAY: Farewell to Dobby Harry and Hermione

Blackness.

That's all I saw once my vision started to die slowly.

So this how death feels like.

You know how once your heart dies, everything eventually dies as well? Well for me, when my chest tensed up and by breath hitched, I felt like I was drowning and I just couldn't get out of it. Everything just started to feel like it wasn't working. I felt almost...numb.

So this is death, eh? No heaven? Just all pure darkness, leaving me to swallow myself up with my thoughts, making me go mental. There was no heaven, was there? Just pure darkness. A place where I couldn't even see myself.

So this is what I get? This is the afterlife? This-

Wait.

I could finally see myself. My body, which I was still in. But what was this? I soon found myself in a place that was no longer dark. The unknown place I stood in started to transition into a much lighter room. And before I knew it, everything around me became white, giving out some sort of light.

As I looked down at my body, checking my arms and legs. It felt the same, as if nothing had happened. I was also in the same clothes I had died in as well

I suppose my physical body in the living life is just the same as my spiritual one. I don't know. I'm not some sort of afterlife genius.

I looked around the place where I was and started walking.

Where was I?

I saw tall pillars, and arches. I even saw a bench, and from what it looked like, I was standing on a platform.

Assuming things, it almost looked like King's Cross Station. Only here, everything was purely white. Purely serene. There were no newspapers or the occasional trash flying around. There wasn't even a single soul here. Just me and me alone.

This place was completely simple and deserted. Not even a single sound was to be heard.

"What is this place?" I found myself saying out loud. It wasn't life, unless I'd been transferred over to an unknown place from which the world didn't know of. But I highly doubt it, since I felt myself die.

"You, my dear, are in a place of where the living can't reach, but also where the dead cannot stay." A voice suddenly spoke. I froze before turning around slowly to see the source of the voice. When I turned around, I found an old man who quite resembled a public figure to the Muggle world. Santa Claus, I believe. But this man was peculiar. Though I must say, in some sort of odd way, why does he look so familiar? It's not only because he resembled Santa Claus, it wasn't only that.

"Who are you?" I asked him out of curiosity. He was standing a few feet away from me, observing me intently.

"Surely you must know whom I am, since I was formally known as the previous headmaster before Minerva had taken my place." He said. "And your young companion is named after me, is he not?"

"Albus..." I whispered, thinking. Before anymore thoughts of Al rang through my head, I looked back up at the old man. "You're Albus Dumbledore. The previous headmaster. We learned about you in history class. And you have a portrait in Minnie's office."

The old man smiled. "Well done. You are . . .Elizabeth Hart, am I right?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Ah."

"Sir, where am I?" I found myself asking again.

"You are, in the in-between." He said. "You are not living, yet you are not fully ready to go." Well then, thanks for clearing that up. Sarcasm intended.

"You say the dead can't come here. And I don't mean to be rude, but then why are you here? Are you not ready to leave as well? I mean, it has been more than 20 years since you've died, sir."

"In this world, time is something that is no longer at our side. You are also correct, if I may say. It has been more over 20 years since I've part the living world. But then again for my presence here, I could still simply be waiting. But then again, maybe I have made it here for a visit to a special being, but then once again...I found just be a figment of your imagination." He says. "Come, walk with me." I raise an eyebrow, but followed him anyway. I'm already dead, so I've got nothing to lose. "Dear, do you remember anything from what happened before you died?"

I pondered for a moment, having my last memories return to me in an instant. What mostly stung was the fact that they were all goodbyes. There weren't fun memories for me to recall. They were sad ones that made me tear up.

I never even got to say goodbye to my dad and gran. But I suppose it was for the best, since I didn't want my last memory to be of them crying their hearts out.

The saddest goodbye was from Al, whom I've cared for the longest time. But then again, I remembered myself smiling at the fact he had confessed that he loved me. That was something I could live in death to remember.

I was even gonna say it back as well, but life beat me to the punch and took me away.

And that kiss? Was it weird that I could still remember the touch of his lips? I guess not, seeing as it was the most memorable memories that I've got.

And so now, Al was never gonna know. Never. Unless i'm miraculously have been brought back to life! Which I know I would have a pretty slim chance at.

"Yeah." I quivered a bit. "I remember everything."

We continued on to walk forward in silence, but it soon ended as he spoke back up. "You see, life is a repeating cycle. We are born, we live, and then everything comes to an end when we die. Most people cannot accept death, for many people fear it or they simply cannot handle the fact that they have too much to live for. We are given time, you see. I was to."

"You got to live past 100 years of life, sir. I only got 16." I pointed out.

"Ah, right. Right. So it was unjust."

"Well of course it was! I mean, I haven't even graduated yet! Nor did I even get my apparition license. Let alone even complete puberty! Everything just came to a halt when I found out when I had to die." I shook my head in disappointment. "But I knew it was gonna happen one day. It was inevitable. I just wish I could've left a bit later than around my teenage years."

He nodded, understanding."Yes. It's tragic to leave one's life at such a young age." He tutted.

Minutes passed and I asked, "Sir, what is this place exactly. I mean, sure, as you said, this was the in-between? But what is this? A train station? It sort of looks like King's Cross Station."

"King's Cross Station?" He asked in somewhat of an amused tone. "I've heard of that once before."

"Before, sir?"

"Harry Potter. He's been here once. A very, very long time ago."

"So, you're like the welcome committee?" I joked. But he didn't laugh. He simply just gave me a smile.

"Harry's quite grown up now. He has kids as well."

"Yeah, Harry's around his late thirties now." I said. "He's died once, hasn't he?"

He nodded, "Yes, but he had something destined for him. He did everything out of love, which is what brought him back."

"What can't I be destined?" I ask out loud, "I mean, there's just so much that I had to live for. I had to graduate, I have to take care or my dad and gran, and whole lot of other peopl. And I'm still so loved by everyone. I still love the people whom I love. I mean, I suppose it's hard to let go of your life at first. I am only 16 years old, and I still have a lot of things to live for. People to live for." I sighed.

"Death is something that we cannot just yet avoid. Though it is something that well must learn to accept in due time. Everything happens for a reason, Elizabeth. I had to accept my death. I couldn't do anything quite much about it before then." He answered. I nodded.

"I guess I'll have start accepting all this. I loved and lived my life. Even if it was just for a short time. I guess I can't really do anything now. I'm already left, much to my dismay, people that love me, and I already left the people I love. But I think I'll have to start using past tense since my corpse can't exactly harbor emotion." I shrugged. We continued on to walk for a bit more longer until I had asked, "Sir, where are we going?"

"Elizabeth dear, we are going to meet with someone who has missed you very much." With a wink, he carried on to walk, with me following closely behind.

ALBUS

Play: Harry and Ginny

Flashback

"Lizzie?" I spoke out after she collapsed limp in my arms. "Liz!" My voice got louder "Lizzie! Don't do this to me! Wake up! Wake up!"

But she didn't. She just stayed in my arms with no plan on moving anytime soon.

My hand nervously neared her neck to feel a pulse, but alas, there was none.

No heartbeat.

No life.

No Lizzie.

And just like that, I broke down crying. I probably looked like a downright wuss and a total girl. But I don't give a damn if I do. My best friend and the girl I love just died in my arms. I had the right.

Truth be told, I've never cried this hard before. I've never even cried on the death anniversary of Dad's friends. Sure it was sad, but it wasn't sad enough for me to drop down on my knees and cry. I hadn't known any of them personally, so technically, I didn't have any relationship with them to which I had valued.

But I knew Liz. I knew her so bloody well that I could even identify the sort of smiles that she gave out.

My tears were streaming down my cheeks and my knees had already gave in. I was kneeling on heavily down on the ground with a lifeless Liz in my arms.

End of Flashback

You know how some people say that could practically kiss the life out of someone?

Well I think I just did about that.

I mean, okay, I'm probably overreacting. But if you look it the way I'm looking at it, it seems like it's my fault. I mean, before we kissed, I finally told her that I love her. So that could've caused her heartbeat to speed up, causing her some sort of heart attack.

That seems logical, doesn't it?

Or maybe it was just her time to go?

Somehow, I knew I was just trying to convince myself that it wasn't true. After she died in my arms, I didn't know how long I was there on the ground with her, bawling my eyes out and yelling out profanities. It was just so unfair!

She was barely even 16 for a year! She only got to live 16 years. Only 16 damn years.

My dad got to live twice, and he's around his late 30's. It just seemed like everything was unfair.

After when seemed like forever, everyone eventually found us and were fazed by the whole scene. And by everyone, I mean everyone.

Fine, I'm exaggerating.

Almost everyone.

The only people who found us weremy siblings, cousins, a couple of our friends (Including Scorp and Alice), the teachers, and all of our parents along with Liz's family.

And when everyone saw us, they all froze. And all the tears that were held back earlier...Were released.

But basically, everyone cried. I really do mean everyone. Lizzie has always been one of those kind of people who has always been a part of your life. A person whom you enjoyed the company of.

After everyone stood there forever, they all decided to bring her body in. They eventually pried my arms off of her and brought her to the hospital wing for under surveilance. I didn't know why they bothered, she was already dead.

Though I still cringed at even admitting that.

They say that they want to take some tests, to see if her other organs are still working. We didn't bother to send her over to St. Mungos, since our hospital wing here at Hogwarts were just as good. Over the years, they've managed to get some pretty good equiptment. Ones that were just as similar to the ones over at St. Mungos.

So here I am now, sitting at Lizzie's bedside. I wasn't crying that much as I was earlier, and I'd began to calm down much more. To calm me down, I just thought of the most recent and memorable moment that I had with her.

Meaning, I was thinking about the kiss we shared.

Basically it was amazing, and I couldn't help but smile when I kissed her. I mean, we've had moments where I just wanted to kiss her and I'd get frustrated with it. But I was glad that I finally got my lips to touch hers. It was well worth the wait.

Lizzie's dad and her gran are outside in the hall. Lizzie's dad threw a bit of a fit, but he's trying to calm down now. Lily, on the other hand, had to be taken away back to her dorm since she was such a mess. She loved Liz just as much as I did. James loved her as well. He even stormed out after we brought her in the hospital wing, since he couldn't take the sight of her dead body.

I as well couldn't bare to take in the sight of her lifeless body. But I had to stay with her. I had to. Even though it hurt to see her this way.

As I sat at the bedside of Liz, I was holding her hand. On the other side of her was Rose. There weren't a lot of people here, since Madame Bones had to kick out a bunch of people and had only let in a handful. So right now, there was me, Rose, Fred, Mum and Lizzie's Dad.

"I'm so sorry about Lizzie, Jake." Mum said, was she rubbed Lizzie's dad's back in comfort. "She's always been like a second daughter to me. But we're lucky that she's in a better place now. She's with Lulu. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet her mother. If there's anything that we can do for you and your mother, my family will be here for you." Mum knew Lizzie's dad back when they were in school. His names Jacobson, but Mum calls him Jake for short. Dad and Jake were in the same year, but were only in different houses. Dad didn't know Jake very well, since he was more of Mum's friend rather than Dads. Apparently he was the best mate tot he bloke that Mum dated back then.

Jake nodded as he exhaled. "Thank you, Gin." He said, before Mum engulfed him with a tight hug. "Come on, we can talk outside. We'll leave the kids alone with Liz." And with that, they both left.

Once they left, Fred kicked a neighboring bed out of frustration before shouting, "Arrgh! WHY! Why does it have to be Liz!" I wasn't startled, and neither was Rose since we had been already expecting it since James had the first blow. Rose sighed deeply as she placed her hands to her face as her elbows were propped up on the side of Lizzie's death bed.

Death bed.

Even saying the word was all too wrong.

"I still can't believe she left." Rose muttered, but I heard. "One minute she's here, and the next..."-She shook her head, "...And then she's gone. It's going to be different without her, you know?"

I still didn't say anything. I haven't spoken since they pulled be off of Liz. I haven't said a word. I was still too upset, frustrated, sad, shocked, and a bit angry.

"I can't stand it anymore. I-I- I need air." Fred said abruptly, storming out of the Hospital Wing.

Rose and I stayed silent for a few minutes for I found myself whispering, "Is it my fault?"

"What?" Rose asked, looking up to me realizing that I had just spoken for the first time.

"Is it my fault that she d-"

"Don't even say that Albus Potter!" She spoke angrily. "Don't go around thinking it's your fault that she's gone."

And just like that, I stood up suddenly, "But it's my fault! I'm the one who kissed her! I'm the one who told her that I loved her! Her heart raced and I know that! What if her heart rate is the reason why she's gone!"

Rose stared at me before saying, "You're ridiculous if you think that. A person with Hexheratonia can't die with a racing heart. Nothing but the curse itself can do that to her. You take what you said back. Don't even assume things, Al."

I shut my eyes and sighed in relief. I stared back at her narrowed glare, before nodding slowly. "I'm sorry. I take it back."

I was relieved that her death wasn't my fault. I couldn't bare to live with the idea that I killed her. But nevertheless, she was still gone. My fault or not, she's gone.

Instead of sitting back down on the stool I once occupied before, I sat on the bed at Lizzie's side. I stared longly at her face, wishing that she'd come back. I felt myself tracing her face with my fingers, which traced down from her forehead to her lips. "So...You finally kissed her, huh?" Rose said after a long period of silence.

I smiled at the memory, taking a moment before answering and nodded. "Yeah. I did." Our voices were soft and low, as if Liz was asleep rather than lifeless.

"Did she kiss back?"

"Yes, she did kiss back. It was one bloody hell of a kiss." I murmured the last part.

"And you told her that you loved her?"

I nodded again, "Yeah."

I found it odd that at this sort of time and situation that was given, we managed to lift up the downing air that surrounded everyone. It was just like what Lizzie wanted. She wanted our minds to be off of her death at least for a little bit. She didn't want us dead upset.

"Well finally." She exasperated, but her voice still soft and croaky from all her crying earlier. "Took your arse long enough. Did she say it back? I'm sure she did."

And here was the worst part to our last moments together, "She died." I say, "She died before she could even start her second word." I bit my lip and looked back down at Liz. How I wish that her lips would just move once and mouth the words of an I Love You.

But that wasn't going to happen. Not anytime soon.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. Though it was odd to kiss a corpse, I barely cared. It still felt like she was here when I looked at her body. It still looked alive, and it felt like that she was simply asleep or just merely in a coma.

"I'm sorry, Al." Rose sniffed. Her voice still remained low and croaky. But pretty much everyone's voices were just as the same from all the crying that we've done. I've never seen such an upsetting reaction to a person's death before. "Uh- I almost forgot."- I looked at Rose who had bent down as she rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a medium sized shoe box and held it in her hands- "There were two of these. But this one is for you. Before Liz came down from the dorm earlier, she told me to give one to her dad and this one to you. I've already given the one to her dad though. Technically, it's for all of us to share and look back at. But I'm sure she wanted you to keep ahold of it."

She reached out her arm across Lizzie's body as she handed the box to me. Taking it, I placed it in my lap and stared at in with curiosity. "What's in it?"

"Open it." She replied. I pulled off the white lid and found a bunch of small glowing viles. There were many of them in the box. I couldn't count exactly. But there many. "Memories. They're memories all from her point of view. I'm sure they have narration with them and her thoughts during those scenes. Some may not have some though."

These were Lizzie's treasured memories. Memories that I could always look back on.

"For the pensieve?" I asked.

Rose nodded, "Yes. I guess it's just some way for her to live on in our memories." I smiled down at the box. "There's one in the Room of Requirement, remember? Maybe you'd like to look at some now, and maybe get a bit of a break."

LIZZIE

Play: The Resurrection Stone

"You say we're meeting someone. Who is it exactly?" I ask the old man next to me. The platform seemed to go on forever. A never ending walkway.

"Someone that misses you quite terribly." He explains.

I sighed, it could have been anyone. Dad didn't really keep in touch with most of our relatives. I haven't even met any of them to be quite honest. I've only ever known my dad, gran, and partially, my mum. "Well thanks for the descriptive piece of information" I said flatlly. But Dumbledore decided to ignore my little remark.

"We are here." He said. I looked around to find no one. It felt like we were in the same place. It was like walking up on a muggle escalator that was going the opposite way.

"Here where? It's practically the same place! There's no one here aside from me and you." I say.

"Lizziebear, you've grown so much." A sweet but sheer voice spoke from behind me. I froze. There was only 1 other person who I knew dead that called me that.

It wasn't a mate, nor an enemy. She was a person that I've never truly met, but instead had heard stories of.

It was my mum.

I looked at Albus Dumbledore, who gave me an encouraging smile. For a moment, I didn't turn around. But then deciding to face the situation, I finally did.

My eyes settled upon a pair of brilliantly bright green eyes. They were terribly hard to miss, and they incredibly drew me in. Though they did remind me. They reminded me of Al.

I mentally shook my head, trying to focus on the woman in front of me.

Her skin was fair, and her face was soft and happy. Her strawberry-blonde hair hit right at her shoulder, and she was nearly Dad's height. Give of take a few inches. And her lips, were curled up into a warm and welcoming smile. She was even wearing a long white dress.

All in all, and by looks, she resembled me.

She didn't come close to looking dead. She looked so...Alive. She looked perfectly healthy. It was as if she hadn't been diagnosed with Hexheartonia.

After so many years of wanting to see her, I've always planned on what I would do if I ever died and met her. I planned on running into her arms and start to cry my eyes out. A perfectly cliche moment.

But now that I actually had the chance, I didn't. I didn't start to cry, nor did I run into her arms. I just froze.

I bloody wreckin' froze.

It was all too...surreal for me. Hard to comprehend.

I gulped, slightly confused and nervous. "Mum?" I breathed out.

Her smile grew wider and she hurried over to me, engulfing me into a hug. I didn't hug back for a moment, but I eventually did. I still didn't know what to think of it. After 16 years, I finally met her. I finally met my Mum.

We eventually pulled away and she kept her hands on my shoulders, taking my image in. I quickly glanced over to look at the old headmaster, but he wasn't there. He was simply gone.

I gave out a small smile at her, which she gladly returned. "It's me." She said, before pulling me back into a hug. "I've missed you so much, Lizzie. So much."

"I-I can't believe that it's actually you." I said, my voice still sheer and soft. Comprehending that she was actually here with me, I pulled her in another hug, which she happily returned.

"You've grown so much." She pulled away before she took ahold of my wrist, pulling me along to a bench that was off to the side. She sat down, pulling me down to sit next to her as she looked at me excitedly. I, however, just simply stared back. "How've you been?"

"Dead." I said flat out, my voice at a normal audio level. She gave out a small laugh, shaking her head.

"You're just like how I was back then. So flat out, so...sarcastic." She chuckled the last part. "But humorous as well."

I grinned, "Thanks. How have you been?" I asked.

"Dead." She mocked before giving out a laugh. I laughed along with her, enjoying the mother-daughter moment that I never had the opportunity to experience. "I've been alright, love. It's been so long since I've seen you in person. You were just a baby and only a few days old."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, "But then you died." She looked at me, giving me a guilted and pained look. "But wasn't your fault, Mum. It's not your fault you had this."

My mother's small frown turned back right up, "I'm sorry darling."

"What for?"

"It's my fault that genetics passed this on to you. I'm terribly sorry." A small droplet of a tear fell down the side of her face. But before it could drop down her cheek any further, I wiped it away.

"It's alright, Mum." I said. "It's not your fault genetics passed off to me."

"I'm sorry I left, dear. But darling, I never once left your side. I've always been there when you needed me. I even had Myrtle watch up on you every now and then."

"Myrtle?" I asked in surprise. "As in Moaning Myrtle?"

Mum nodded, "I wasn't always there." She admitted, "But I did have another set of eyes to help me out."

We talked for quite some time. She went on telling stories about Dad and her back then, and how she coped with Hexheartonia. We also spoke of me and my time back when I was living. We talked about many things and we learned so much from each other.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask her after a long period of time talking.

"Sure."

"Why haven't you shown up to me?" Mum sighed, "I mean, you are dead, just like me. So you're suppose to be a ghost. Can't you roam around like the other ghosts like Myrtle? Or Nearly Headless Nick?"

"Once you've moved on, you cannot roam the world of the living. Those who aren't ready and choose to stay at the border between the living and the dead can. Just like Myrtle. Though we are from different sides, we're still allowed to communicate and every once in a while, are allowed to visit here. Though The Passed may visit, we do not get the same privileges as those at the border."

"Is it better here? Being dead?"

"It is easier here. No worries and no annoying responsibilities. Just happiness."

"Should I accept my death?"

She nodded, "You should. And when you do, you get to be with me." She said, grinning. I smiled back right at her. For the rest of my soul being, I get to spend it with my mum. I've missed her so much, and I've always wanted to know more about her.

"I'm a bit scared. This place is so...Unknown to me." I say.

"It always is in the beginning. You'll eventually learn to ease into it."

"Will I still get to see everyone? Watch over them?"

"You may. Though you cannot roam when you pass on along with me. But you get to watch anyone in the World of the Living. When you pass, dear, everything will be much better for you. We become stronger, not weak. You can't be judged there and there is simply no negativity at the Land of The Passed. Being a disappointment can't even overshadow you."

I refocused back on my Mum as she said that there was no disappointment.

"No disappointment?" I ask. She nodded in response.

"No disappointment." She confirmed. "Though the world below us will disappoint

"It seems nice to one of The Passed."

"It really is, Lizzie. You cannot associate with The Living, but can only see them from afar. But you can also help them in times of need. That is the only upside to all of this."

"I-I sometimes wondered if you were ever watching over me. But I'm glad that you were. Mum, I've missed you so much. It's been hard without you in the family. it's been so hard for Dad as well. We've moved...He always works, but-"

"-But he's been a good father, nonetheless." She finished. "I've watched over your father for so many years, dear. I know that it had been hard for him to raise a daughter, even along with Nana, but I'm so proud of him, nana, and so proud of you. Though you father is hardly ever there, I am proud on how you turned out."

"Thank you." I said as she stroked my cheek. "I just wish that the last time I saw him wasn't of us in an argument."

"I saw that." She replied, "It was incredibly upsetting, my dear. But I'm sure you've resolved it, right?" I nodded.

"Fred, Rose and Al helped me out." I generally explained.

Mum grinned, "I've always been so thankful for your friends. They've practically raised you since you were eleven. I grateful for Ginny and Hermione as well, for being the mothers you've never really had. Katie too."

"You still are my mother, Mum. My spiritual mother."

She chuckled and sighed, "The life you've had has been such an interesting one, dear. Especially the epic love story Elizabeth Hart and Al Potter." She teased.

"Mum!" I exclaimed, looking at her incredulously. "You saw all that?"

"Well dear, like I said. I've always been there when you were upset and in times of need." She said, "Plus, Myrtle likes to gossip, if you hadn't known already."

I sighed, "It got complicated. He's my best mate."

"He's also the one you love, sweetheart." She replied, "It's incredibly unfortunate that you never got to tell him so. He was devastated when you died."

I looked down at the spotless white ground. "I shouldn't have pushed him away before."

"Yes dear, you probably shouldn't have pushed him away. In fact, he was always there for you." I sighed at her response.

"I wish I could just...Repeat everything again sometimes. I wish I took the risk and told him that I liked him before he went out with that bimbo." I spat at the end.

Mum laughed, "She was rather quite annoying. But don't mind her anymore."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm gone." I looked sadly down at the ground once again. After a few moments, I looked back up at my mother's face. She looking at me quite curiously as she bit her lip. She looked like she was thinking. But I brushed it all off. "What was his reaction when I died?" I asked quietly.

She snapped out of her thoughtful look and regained her focus back on me with a sad expression. "He's devastated, dear. He was upset. He shouted, he cried, and he still held you in his arms until someone found him and had to pull him off. Everyone's upset. You're friends and their family as well. They all cried. Even the boys, as well. The girls...They all cried so hard."

"How about Dad and nana?"

"Of course your grandmother bawled her eyes out. They even had to give her oxygen since she got too overwhelmed." I looked at her worriedly, but something in her expression said that I should be at all.

"And Dad?"

She sighed, "He threw a fit, dear. It was so heartbreaking." I shut my eyes at her response and took a deep breath before I even let the tears start to fill up my eyes.

I swallowed before speaking. "And the boys?"

"Aside from Albus, the boys are mad." But then she added, "Not at you. But at the fact that you're gone. Everyone really is devastated, dear. They all care for you so much. Everyone placed you up in the hospital wing for the meantime. But James left after he got a bit mental. He broke down dear, and Fred as well." Mum rubbed my back, trying to comfort me.

But before I knew it, the tears were now spilling out. It was upsetting to see how upset a person can get about you. How much they could rage. Though I didn't have a physical working heart anymore, I still felt pain within it. Emotional heart pain.

Mum wrapped her arms around me as I leaned into her as she continued to rub my back. "I miss them, Mum. I miss them so, so much."

"I know, dear. I know. They really do love you, dear. They all care for you so much."

"I love them too, Mum. They were always there. Always. I've always had the best memories with them and they've always been my base. They complete me, Mum. I value them so much."

We stayed in a long silence for quite sometime, and my tears reduced to small sniffs. None of us saying a word. But that was when she spoke. "If you would choose, would choose to move on to the past, or to live once more?" I leaned off of my mum and looked at her with a confused expression plastered on my face.

"But I'm dead." I replied flatly.

"Yes...Bu-"

"I'm dead." I repeated. "I can't go back, Mum. I'm not like Uncle Harry, who has a special reason to go back. I mean, he was The Chosen One who had to kill off the bad guys, but I don't have a reason as close to that. The only thing that I have to go back to are those people I value in my formerly-known-living-self-life."

She looked at me a bit seriously. "And that's what you can return to, Lizzie. That's what's keeping you out from the side of those who Passed. That is what's trying to save you."

"I-I don't understand." I was confused. I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me. What was her point?

"Love, Lizzie. Love. Hexheartonia is based off of the heart. And your heart was cursed. But you can break it, if you choose to."

"And what's the most powerful type of magic?" Albus Dumbledore's voice piped up from nowhere. I looked up to my side to find the old man here once again. "Love." He answered himself.

"For years, those with Hexheartonia die in dismay and sorrow. Hardly enough love to keep them living. They lose hope in all and give in. They roam around the world, or they pass. But what they don't know, is that their cursed heart can be resolved. It can be solved with love. It's the only thing that can break the curse." Mum explained.

"What are you trying to say here?"

"You have an option, my dear." Albus Dumbledore spoke, "You may choose to pass on with your mother. To rest in happiness. Or, you can choose to live once more, to live through the ups and downs of life. Because, Elizabeth my dear, you are not officially deceased to the world just yet. You have a choice. It is a choice that not many other people can make or take notice of. So choose wisely."

"If you stay and pass over with me, you'll be with me for eternity. You'll be able to be with me and make up time for the 16 years of not being together. You won't have to worry. You won't have to worry about fear, about being a disappointment." Mum explained. I snapped my head up to meet her eyes as she mentioned disappointment.

My fear.

Ever since, I've always hated to be a disappointment. I wasn't like any other person in the world who feared heights, death, spiders, or spiders. I had a unique types of fear. I feared disappointment. Disappointment was something that I could never stand. Being one gives everyone low expectations for you. As if you're no hope. Everyone taking some sort of dislike to you. And I basically hated it.

"But don't be like me, Elizabeth. When I died, I didn't have the option. Of course there was love, but with love comes value. Value was something I lacked. As I got closer to my death, I lost value in everything because I knew that I was going to die. I gave up too easily. But you, you have so much to live for. There's always the chance to go through the up and downs of life. But that's life, dear. That's life. Live it." She pleaded. "But it's your choice."

I stared at my mother blankly, completely confused. Still trying to comprehend everything she had said.

If I choose to live, I get to feel life. If that makes any sense. I get to eat, I get to prank, and I get to do a whole lot of other stuff. More importantly, I get to be with everyone again. Especially Dad, Nana, Rose, Fred, James...Even Al.

But...There's fear, misery, sadness, and a whole lot of other stuff I hate.

Then again, if I stay...I get none of that. I still get to see everyone. I just don't get to associate with them. Plus, I get to be with my mum.

There's just so much to have, yet so much to miss up on.

Which one am I gonna choose? Happiness and Death? Or Life and possible pain?

AN: You guys love me, don't you?

But then again, you're torn between hating me all over again and loving me XD So 1 or 2 more chapters left PEEPS!

So what did you all think! Which will she choose? To pass on? or to live?

BTW, any next story suggestions? That you'd like me to write? Once I get at least HALF WAY through my "The Girl Who Went Missing" Fanfic, I'll start posting another one.