Disclaimer: One more time, if you know it, I do not own it. "Feeling Good" was written by Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse.

A/N: And you've made it. The end. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I've been working on this series for over four years. It's been rewarding, frustrating, and fascinating. Here. Have one last cookie. *Hands you cookie*

P.S. Four years ago today (20 Dec 2016) per my Facebook feed, I finished writing Regrets. Seemed a fitting day to end the whole shebang.

The End

Harry found his aunt standing next to Voldemort's body, which had been moved to the room right off the Great Hall where Harry had been sent after his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire. Harry paused in the doorway, wondering what was going through her mind as her face was completely blank.

"I knew he was only a man, but…it's still hard to wrap my mind around the fact he is gone for good."

"He doesn't look much like a man," Harry pointed out, stepping into the room. "Here. He was wearing this. I don't know what it is, but if he was wearing it into battle, he likely thought it was important and it's likely covered in dark magic."

Harry held out the jumper lump to Aunt Narcissa. She moved her cool blue eyes to the lump and started laughing. Harry frowned, wondering if the fact Voldemort had died was making her a little loopy.

"It's mostly harmless. But, I'll take it back to the Ministry to make sure before I return it to the Black vault."

She moved from where she was standing next to the body and took the jumper lump, shirking it and putting in the pocket of her cloak.

"What is it?"

"A necklace my Uncle Orion bought off someone in Wales in hopes of fooling Voldemort, which he succeeded in doing since Voldemort was under the impression it was Merlin's."

"It's not?"

"No. It's only a necklace. Just like he was only a man. Do you happen to know where Draco is?"

"He was knocked out during the battle. He's still in the Hospital Wing."

"Let us go see him."

Aunt Narcissa gripped Harry's shoulder and led him out into the Great Hall, where a few professors were cleaning away the rubble.

Draco woke up in the Hospital Wing to an unfamiliar Healer standing over him. Upon finding out he was okay and could leave, Draco slid off the bed and hurried out of the Hospital Wing. Outside was chaos, as there were hoards of people wanting news. He spotted Harry and his mother standing with a group of Aurors. Narcissa looked up sharply as he stepped into the hallway. She looked relieved to see him standing and gave him a small smile before she went back to arguing with an Auror. Harry looked as if he wished he were dead, likely due to the students gathering around him peppering him with questions. It seemed during the time Draco was unconscious, the entire world had woken and gathered outside the Hospital Wing.

"WILL STUDENTS NOT HURT PLEASE MOVE TO THE GREAT HALL! I WILL ADDRESS YOU ALL THERE!" McGonagall's voice bellowed above the din.

Draco wasn't sure what had happened, nor could he find Hermione, so he moved with the crowds into the Great Hall. Due to the fact the professors weren't done completing the tables, everyone stood around, trading rumors. Draco hovered near the back of the room, eyes looking for Hermione. McGonagall stood up on the raised platform where the Head Table sat and sternly looked at everyone. Silence fell immediately as everyone could see the body behind her flanked by awed looking Aurors. She was soon flanked by Professor Flitwick and Sprout. She studied the silent group before her as she raised her chin.

"Voldemort is dead."

It was silent till someone cheered, followed by most of the people filling the hall.

"So is Professor Dumbledore."

Draco had no idea how she'd managed to get her voice heard above the celebration, but all noise ceased immediately. McGongall swallowed visibly and pressed her lips together.

"He suffered for a long time from a cruse he caught from battling Voldemort last summer, and tonight he found peace. Let us raise a cup to him."

Goblets of water appeared before everyone and they all raised their cups to Dumbledore. Once completed, they stood in silence once more, waiting for McGonagall to explain more.

"I believe Professor Dumbledore would wish us to celebrate his death, as well as the defeat of Voldemort."

Several people near Draco flinched at the name this time.

"So, that is what we will do before I will request you return to bed," McGonagall said, pulling her wand from her sleeve, followed by every professor in the room. She instructed everyone to back up along the walls. Within a two minutes, four new House tables were sitting on the floor waiting to be filled. Everyone sat down, no one paying attention to which House table they sat at. Draco sat down in a spot near the door at the Hufflepuff table. McGonagall clapped and food appeared, making Draco's stomach lurch. He had to get out of here. He stood up and quickly exited, unnoticed by anyone. He started up the stairs when he heard voices coming from outside the front door. He crept closer and heard Tom arguing with someone.

"You cannot arrest him! He ended Voldemort!"

"Mr Riddle," said a deep, rumbling voice.

"Mr Riddle, I do not need you to defend me," Snape snapped.

"You cannot arrest him!" Tom bellowed with such force Draco stumbled backward a bit when the magic hit him. "You will discover that Dumbledore suffered from a Dark curse, one that would kill him shortly and horribly. Professor Snape did him a service tonight. One he requested!"

"Son, I am sure we will figure that out in our investigation."

Draco could picture Tom's face and snickered.

"I am not your son," Tom snapped.

"Mr Riddle, please return inside. I will pay for my crimes."

"But, it wasn't a crime!"

"Yes, Mr Riddle, it was."

Tom let out a frustrated noise.

"Mr Riddle, if what you say is true, Professor Snape will return for the next school year, I am sure."

"I will not," Snape proclaimed.

"Of course not. You killed Voldemort," Tom pointed out. "You're the hero of this story."

Tom sounded very pleased with this fact.

Draco could guess Snape was less than pleased.

Draco slowly backed away and headed for the stairs. He paused as he reached the top of the stairs and gazed out over the Entrance Hall. His mother was standing in the middle of the corridor that led to the Hospital Wing dealing with a gaggle of reporters. Harry wasn't with her.

Snape had killed Voldemort and Dumbledore. He didn't know where his two best friends were, but shaking his head in wonder, Draco knew where he had to go. He had to go to where it'd all started.

"Don't do that again."

"What? Defend you?"

"Yes. Don't do it again."

"Sirius, you know I will. You were going to bleed to death."

"You looked like you were dead."

"I don't feel dead."

"No. Because you're not dead thanks to Harry and his awesome shield spell that I'd never heard of before. That kid sure knows his shields."

Remus hummed.

"I took a Blood Replenishing potion and Poppy patched me up, so stop looking at me like that."

"Fine. Voldemort?"

"Dead."

"How is Harry?"

"No idea. He's not here," Sirius pointed out. "He was walking and unharmed when Addy and I left him and Nott in the Great Hall after the fact."

Remus nodded. "Tom? Draco? Your brother?"

"Tom and Draco both were thumped on the head pretty good when the table blew up and buried them," Sirius reported. "St Mungo Healers did them and told them to scram, so they did. My brother broke his leg in several places and is missing a few bones. He's over there regrowing them."

Remus turned his head and noticed Addy and Regulus curled around one another fast asleep. Under the covers, Remus could see the bones of Regulus' leg regrowing and quickly looked away.

"Shouldn't you be resting and regrowing bones."

Sirius didn't answer, just looked mulish.

"How late is it?" Remus asked, sitting up. His head still felt full of cotton, but other than that he felt better than ever.

"It's almost dawn. They didn't get to you till last," Sirius pouted, glaring in the direction of the group of Healers who were fussing over Bill Weasley, who was surrounded by his family, who all looked bleak.

"What happened to Bill?"

"Greyback. He tried to get away when Bill was securing him away from everyone else. Messed his face up pretty bad before the Aurors arrived got to him and, well, disabled Greyback for good," Sirius whispered. "The Weasleys want to speak to you when you feel up to it. It's pretty bad. He'll live, but…"

"He'll scar," Remus filled in, feeling remorse and pain at the thought of someone so young and vibrate having to deal with wolfish qualities for the rest of his life as well as facial scars. Those were never easy to deal with.

"Addy filled them in on some stuff he could expect, but you're more of an expert than she is."

"He wasn't turned, so he'll be more like Addy than me."

Sirius shrugged, running a hand through his hair. It was the hand on the arm that had, the last time Remus had seen it been missing most of the upper portion, so Sirius winced.

"Did we lose anyone?"

Remus' eyes darted around the Hospital Wing but didn't see the one person he was really looking for.

"Other than Dumbledore and Voldemort, Greyback, and one stray Death Eater who was hit by his own Killing Curse, no one died. A few maimed, my horrible cousin among them— Tonks sure knows her curses. Bellatrix looked…well, horrible when they wheeled her out to go back to Azkaban. But only three people are dead, Remus. Three people."

Remus reached out and squeezed Sirius' hand.

"Is Harry really okay? Shouldn't you find him?"

"He's with his friends," Sirius assured. "And soon Narcissa will be freed from her duties so, let them be on their own before they are smothered."

"I'm amazed she hasn't smothered them already."

"Yeah, me too," Sirius admitted. "She showed up shortly after the battle was over and has been dealing with the press that has gotten in since Dumbledore lowered most of the school's defenses to allow the Auror's in."

Remus nodded. "You should sleep."

"No one is sleeping," Sirius pointed out.

"Your brother and Addy are."

"Besides them."

"That person over there is asleep."

Sirius gave Remus a dark look. Remus allowed a small smile to paint his face as he looked at his old friend.

"Dora was in here earlier," Sirius said, trying to sound casual. "She left because she had to do her job and round up the Death Eaters who didn't show up tonight, but she wanted you to know she was here and she'd check on you later. She came out of her battle with my cousin Bellatrix with only, oddly, a cut along her cheek and several missing fingernails."

Remus shuddered. "Really? She's fine?"

"Yeah. She said if you didn't believe me to send her a Patronus. I'll leave you to it."

Sirius smiled a winning smile that was brittle around the edges. Neither had spoken more than a few words since Remus began seeing Dora seriously.

"Sirius…"

"No. She loves you, Moony. She really does."

Remus frowned and grabbed Sirius' hand.

"What about you?"

Sirius smiled wistfully at him. "I'll be fine. After all, this settles, maybe I'll go out and find someone. Likely a Muggle. I can't stand most wizards anymore."

Sirius untangled their hands and strode out of the Hospital Wing. Remus watched him go, feeling a little hollow. He swallowed before leaning back against the pillows and staring at the ceiling.

"What are Earth did you say to Lupin all those years ago?"

Sirius startled, finding Severus standing behind him, studying him with dark, tired eyes. But, there was something different about the other man, as if a weight was gone and he was free.

"You know, I've no idea," Sirius darkly reminded the other man. "I was drunk."

"You're an idiot."

"I know."

The two men fell into silence, the only noises coming from the Great Hall where the masses were celebrating. Sirius didn't feel much like celebrating. He glanced at his bare arm, the one he'd lost a good portion an hour before hand and put his hand over the bandage where he could feel the new skin growing and knitting together over the muscle Poppy had hurried mended and regrown in record time.

"You do realize you gave him permission to court your cousin," Severus said. "You've not spoken to him as a friend since he told you he was seeing her."

"How the hell did you hear that?"

"I have super hearing."

"You do not."

"I was outside the door and put an eavesdropping spell on you. He'll be back."

"No. He won't. I can't give him what he wants."

"And that is?"

"Kids."

"You two could adopt."

Sirius shook his head. "No. He's had a taste of it with Atlanta. He loves being a father. He wants his own. I can see it in his eyes all the time."

"Pay a woman to carry his child."

"No," Sirius shook his head. "I've seen a photo of Siria Black."

"And?"

"She looks like me if I'd been a girl," Sirius admitted. "I'm sure that was the only reason he hooked up with her."

"Tonks doesn't look like you. Unless she wants to."

"I don't think that matters anymore," Sirius offered. "He's fallen out of love with me."

"He protected you."

"He's my friend. He will always be my friend, even if I treat him like shite."

Severus sighed deeply. Sirius grinned a little bitterly.

"It's done," Sirius said with finality. "If you love him, set him free."

Severus gave him a dark look, which made Sirius laugh and ask, "So, what'd you do with Tom?"

"He's still outside having it out with Kingsley, the new Head Auror."

"Yeah, I resigned this morning. What are they going to do?"

"If Tom gets his way? Nothing."

"And if Tom fails?"

"I would assume they'd send me to Azkaban. The wizarding world doesn't exactly recognize…"

Sirius nodded his understanding.

"So, if you don't end up in jail," Sirius shuddered, "what will you do?"

Severus turned his dark gaze to Sirius and smirked. Sirius felt strangely giddy.

"You've just defeated Voldemort, what are you going to do next?"

"I think I'll go to Disney World."

Sirius's jaw dropped. "Disney World? You know that's in the United States, right? It's hot. Sunny. Filled with children."

"True. But, I've wanted to say that since I did it," Severus admitted. "I'm master-less for the first time since I was seventeen. It is freeing and restricting at the same time."

"You're going to be more famous than Harry, you do realize this, right?"

"Correct, hence why I actually plan vanish and not go to Disney World."

Sirius felt his heart drop. "Vanish?"

"Yes. I wish to be a hermit."

"You don't like being alone."

Severus studied Sirius for a beat before saying, "You're more than welcome to join me."

Sirius studied the other man's face for a solid minute before asking, "So, just run away with you? Join you in being a hermit? Isn't the point of being a hermit to be alone in a cave or something?"

Severus shook his head, lifting his eyes skyward. "What did you want to do before you wished to be an Auror?"

"Get away from my parents?"

"When you were a child before you figured out your lot in life, what did you wish to be? I wanted to be a firefighter before I knew about the wizarding world."

"You didn't always know?"

Severus shook his head.

"Oh. Well, I always knew and I knew I didn't really have a choice in the matter of what I'd do once I graduated Hogwarts," Sirius admitted.

"You never dreamed outside the box?"

"Not until I arrived at Hogwarts," Sirius admitted. "I was conditioned from the moment I can remember to be the Head of the Black Family. I spent most of my childhood training to take on these duties once my father was unable. It did not even occur to me that there was more out there until Bellatrix went to Hogwarts. She's the oldest of our generation, so she was the first to go. Mother allowed me to go along with her to the station, so I could see what it was like."

"That was the first time you saw Muggles, wasn't it?"

Sirius nodded, smiling bursting across his face. "They were fascinating."

Severus gave him an odd look.

"I wanted to be a Muggle."

Severus quirked an eyebrow. "You want to be a Muggle."

"Well, no, but as a kid I did."

"Of course you did."

"I'm beat. Let's go."

"What?"

"Do you want to go to the Great Hall and celebrate?"

"No."

"Do you want to stand here till the sun rises?"

"No."

"Then let's go."

"I am not supposed to leave."

Sirius pressed his lips together then smiled. He took a step closer to Severus. "Tom's going to get you off for aiding Dumbledore in the fight against Voldemort. He might not be a trained barrister, but I have a feeling he studied law in his free time."

Severus narrowed his eyes.

"Just think about it, you simply vanish."

"And you?"

"Well, I can't simply vanish. I'm Sirius Black. And I've got a family."

"Harry's going to be seventeen this July."

"Just because he's an adult doesn't mean he'll know how to adult."

Severus gave him an unfathomable look and Sirius full out smiled. He grabbed Severus by the wrist and tugged him. Severus began walking and Sirius dropped his wrist.

"You know how to adult?" was dryly asked.

"With the worst of them," Sirius agreed. "If we leave now while everyone is distracted and Tom's talking at Kingsley— no one's placed you under arrest, have they?"

"No."

"Great. Let's go."

Severus looked as if he was going to argue, but instead followed Sirius out the front doors, straight passed Tom and Kingsley arguing (and Sirius was sure Tom had studied law in his spare time by the way he was arguing points that seemed to be going over Kingsley's head). The pair walked until they were out of the gates.

"Where are we going?" Severus asked.

"No idea. Got anywhere?"

"Yes. Hold onto my arm. I've not been there in a while," Severus said, extending his arm.

Sirius looked at it for a moment, before grabbing on as if he life depended on it.

Draco stared out the window, eyes slowly scanning the grounds of Hogwarts that lay before him. He'd never in his life gazed out this particular window, as in either timeline he never lingered in this particular hallway. He actively avoided.

"Here you are."

Draco tore his eyes away from the darkened sky and grounds to find Addy walking towards him, her hair wild and looking a bit like a helmet. He blinked a few times, realizing how similar she was dressed to the last time she'd likely walked down this corridor, only this time she was a lot cleaner and there was no blood spattered on her face. She appeared as if she'd just woken up if the crease on her cheeks was anything to go by.

"Here I am."

Addy looked around, quirking an eyebrow at him as she took in where exactly he was standing.

"You've returned to the scene of the crime," she observed, coming to stand next to him.

Draco didn't reply, simply went back to gazing at the horizon. The sun would rise soon.

"It's always darkest before dawn," Addy quietly said.

"Oh, really?" Draco challenged. "I always thought it was simply dark at night till the sky began to lighten."

Addy let out an irritated huff. "When that sun rises, it'll be the dawn of a new day, a new life, a new world."

Silence fell between the two to allow the words to sink in.

"From here on out, everything is new, everything is unwritten."

Draco blinked as the sky began to change color to signal sunrise.

"Dark times are over, my friend."

"It's always darkest before dawn," Draco muttered as Addy clapped him on the back.

He listened to her retreating footsteps as she ambled away. Draco watched the sky lighten further and set his sights on the horizon where the sun would pop over the grounds. He wasn't sure exactly how long he stood there before the clattering of footsteps caused him to look away. Hermione and Harry came around the corner, Hermione's face lighting up at the sight of him.

He returned the smile.

"Here you are. I was wondering where you'd vanished off to," Hermione said, joining him at the window. "What are you doing up here?"

"This is where it happened," Draco said, turning around. "Where this journey started."

He hoped she'd understand. She looked confused and before she could figure it out, Harry, oddly enough, gasped and looked around with wide, emerald eyes.

"You ran all the way up here?" Harry asked. "Why?"

"Honestly? I was trying to get away from Addy," Draco admitted, staring at the spot where he'd wedged himself between suits of armor before he took the final potion. "I didn't want anyone around when I took the final potion, as I didn't know what would happen. However, Addy followed me up here and got caught in…"

"The winds of Time," Hermione offered. "So, you're up here…"

"To greet the dawn," Draco said, indicating it was almost time for the sun to break the horizon.

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me and I'm feeling good," Hermione murmured in a sing-song voice Draco had never heard before. She caught his stare and blushed a little. "It's a jazz song my mum listens to when she's in a really good mood. Never mind."

"It fits," Harry said, pulling himself onto the windowsill. He drew his knees up to his chest and stared out the window with a small smile. "Voldemort is dead. He is not coming back. Sure, there might be some other big bad that'll try to take his place, but Voldemort is gone. And, in our lives, he's never been gone. It is a new day, a new life, a new world."

"It's unwritten," Draco proclaimed as the sun rose up, lighting up the world. Hermione turned to him, weaving her fingers through his and squeezed his hand. "The rest of our lives…it's unwritten."

He blinked hard.

"I did it. I rewrote time."

Harry snorted. Draco cut his eyes over and glared at his best friend.

"Yes. Good job. Now, what?"

Hermione shook her head and rested it on Draco's shoulder.

"Nothing. It's all unwritten. We've got to write something new," she said.

"Or we think it's new," Harry challenged. "There will still be fixed points, we just won't realize they are fixed anymore."

Hermione slugged Harry in the arm and the pair began to bicker the finer points of time travel, Time, and everything they knew about how time and Time worked.

Draco smiled.

The rest of his life was unwritten.