A/N: I can't believe it! Three years of work, and I'm done. I just want to thank everyone for the great reviews and of course for sticking with this story.

Disclaimed.

……Germany……

The sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue, the grass greener than ever before, and the air crisp and clear. It was impossible even for those who'd been there, to believe that this had been a battleground, and even before, a place where horrors too great for the imagination had occurred.

A young and beautiful redhead lifted a hand to shield her eyes against the brightness of the day, her wedding ring glinting in the morning light, to see the crowds that had gathered there. She sighed contentedly as two strong arms embraced her from behind.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" her husband asked, kissing her scalp.

"Yeah, a whole year," she emphasized, her left arm coming down as she held it with the memory. She turned to hug him back.

They were standing on a platform in front of the ruins of the place that had held them captive for a month.

"I'm kinda surprised that so many of the ghosts stayed behind; I would've thought they'd have moved on," her blonde-haired freckle-faced companion remarked, looking to the skies.

A boy with black hair, baby-blue eyes, and a simple black suit joined them, "They wanted to see this before they left, say goodbye. They suffered so much here."

"You've grown up a lot, General," the redhead commented. He grimaced.

"So, Danny, what did you come over for?" her husband inquired, smiling.

"It's almost time; the president asked that everyone get in place," Danny told them, remembering why he was there. He led them to the chairs at the back of the platform, and took the seat next to them.

"Relax," the woman reassured him, "It's not the end of the world, remember? You stopped that by last June."

The boy general chuckled, but quietly listened to the dignitaries speak. The president was the last to give his speech.

"…And now, General Fenton would like to say a few words," the president introduced; the crowd applauded.

Danny nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he approached the podium.

"Hi, uh, hello. There is nothing that I can say, that truly conveys how I feel. What I can say is that I am not the true hero here, these two wonderful people behind me are," he began, turning and smiling to the couple, "All I had to do was hide and wait, while they did what no one else could have hoped to achieve. I'm not talking about hiding surveillance or tracking the Nazis, no, what they did was far more precious. They restored hope where many thought it had perished. So now, I will turn the reins over to the original Team Possible, Kim and Ron Stoppable."

The retired teen heroes arose and silence once again fell over the crowd. They took a moment, before speaking, to look out at the many familiar faces.

"Welcome, friends and family. First off, we would like to say that General Fenton is, again, being modest, as he, too, gave hope," Kim began.

"Second," Ron followed, "is that we are not infallible."

"Nor are we fearless," she continued, "We were both afraid, we just tried to hide that fear. Tried, and failed."

"But our fear did not make us weak," Ron defended, "just human like everyone else."

"Over this past year, we have recovered, graduated, gotten married, and just enjoyed life. Also during this time, Ron wrote a song to dedicate this memorial," the redhead announced.

"So now," her husband requested, "we would like our friends and family to join us as we sing it."

Drew, Shego, and Annalisa were the first, followed soon after by Marie and her parents, Ed, and Danny stood to join them.

Once everyone was in place, Ron handed the microphone to Kim, smiling encouragingly. Kim swallowed nervously as she looked for a specific face; the face she'd seen in the cattle car that made her realize how dire the situation had been.

Finally, she lifted the mike to her lips and sang in a soft soprano, "For the young mother and her baby."

"For the old couple saying goodbye," Ron followed her in a smooth, warm voice.

"We sing for you, and all who share your pain," they sang together in harmony.

"For the enemies we lost," Shego sang naturally.

"And the friends that we made," Drew continued, smiling.

"We sing for all that we've lost, and all that we've gained," the blue-green duo sang.

Danny watched as the ghosts faded away, some alone, others in couples, and some in groups…in families. He looked sadly at the families, though he knew they were relieved.

Everyone was singing now, even the crowd. It didn't matter that what they were singing wasn't what Ron had written; they were singing out their own pains, heartaches, losses. They sang the names of the dead, of their families, friends, neighbors.

"…And we have to remember to never lose hope, it's what keeps us living strong…"

Annalisa wiped at her eyes as her parents faded; she was going to be okay with Drew and Shego and they could finally move on. She buried her face in her new mother's stomach, letting go.

"…We sing for their reunions, and the joy in their hearts…"

Tucker cried as he and his family said goodbye to Aunt Lila; it was time. He hugged his cousins when she was gone, comforting them as well as himself.

"…For all those who lived through the danger," Danny sang his part.

"And those who tried to save them from their ends," Marie's vocals were light and beautiful.

"We sing for all the sacrifices made and the troubles that were faced to bring us here today," the duet turned into more as the group joined them. Nearly all of the ghosts were gone now.

"So we stand here, singing for their memory. And hope for better days, hope for better days. We promise to never forget the days that they were with us, or the days that passed without them by our side. For the loved ones we are missing, and the friends who are lost forever. We stand here, singing, remembering and grieving, for them. At the memorial," the group finished.

Danny looked around and saw that the ghosts had moved on, save for one. He flew up to him.

Isaac looked out as the crowds dispersed.

"You stayed? How come?" Phantom asked as he approached.

"It's only for a minute," the ghost explained, "I just wanted to thank you."

"For what? I just did what I needed to do," Danny asked, humbly.

"You listened," he simply replied, then continued, "And you freed me. Thank you."

As his friend faded, Danny whispered, "You're welcome."

He landed and ran to catch up with his family. Life went on, and the future was bright.

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A/N: I wrote the song, "At the Memorial" not long after starting this story, and I really believe that it sums up what this story is about: hope. After three years of writing, I feel that I have grown, not only as a writer, but as a person, and I hope that I made some kind of a difference.

This story is dedicated to everyone who suffered, died, or fought because of the Holocaust.

Please tell me what you thought about this and as alwaysALOHA.