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. . . or is it?


Haven had no idea where she was or even how she'd gotten there. The last thing she remembered, she was shooting spells at some Order member that she'd never met. Next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back staring into a bright white light.

"W-Where am I?" she asked out loud, her voice echoing through the… whatever she was in. She wasn't entirely sure if it was a room. She was lying on what felt like grass. It was soft and comfortable but when she looked down, it was white floor.

"Hello?" she called out again. She didn't hear anything beside the echo of her voice.

"Hello."

Haven turned around, startled at the voice behind her, and was staring up at a woman that was both familiar and a stranger.

"Who are you?" Haven asked, feeling around for her wand, "Where did you come from? Have you been here all this time? Did you bring me here?"

"Calm, my daughter. You've got his temper."

Daughter… that meant that this woman was…

"You're my mother?"

The woman nodded.

"But you're dead."

"Does it look like you're in the world of the living?"

"No."

"Exactly."

"B-But… how?"

"Sometimes it's best we don't know the answer to everything," she said, "Come. Walk with me."

Haven raised an eyebrow, slightly suspicious, but stood and followed her anyway.

"I'm here to help you," her mother said.

"Help me with what? I don't need help… unless it's to get out of here."

"What I'm here to help you with will assist you out of here, yes, but you've got to listen to me and make your choice."

They walked in silence after that, Haven looking around but seeing no point since everything looked the same: white.

"How are you and your father?"

"I wouldn't be able to tell you. I've only lived with him for a year."

"But you've known?"

"Since about fifth year."

"I assume that you thought you could stop this?"

She nodded.

"But now you're all for the change?"

Haven nodded again. Her mother sighed.

"This was never what I wanted from you or him. I died from cancer, yes, but that didn't mean punish the Muggle race for it. I hope you know that isn't what I wanted."

Haven stopped walking, staring at the woman who had walked on and stopped in front of her.

"But they couldn't save you. They couldn't help you. You died of a Muggle disease."

"It isn't like they invented it, dear."

"But–"

"You're just like your father," her mother said, "stubborn and completely convinced that your answer is the only one. You are hardheaded and don't take orders from anyone."

Haven was taken aback by this. How could anyone, even her own mother, talk about her father like that?

"You may be my birth mother but that doesn't mean that you can talk to me or about my father like that!"

"But does it?"

"You've been gone my entire life!"

"And I'll be gone for the rest of it! I am dead," she said, "You need to stop with the guilt because it can't work on everyone."

At least Haven knew where her attitude came from.

"Come with me," her mother said, beginning to walk again. Haven walked silently beside her. She didn't know where they were going but if her mother knew a way back, she'd have no choice.

"I want to talk to you."

"We are talking."

"I want to talk to you about what you're doing."

"What I'm doing is saving the wizard race."

"Like hell you are!" her mother suddenly cried, "You're not saving anyone."

"I am purifying wizard kind."

"You are forgetting that you were raised Hermione Granger. You were raised a Muggleborn. You're saying that you would wipe out every last person who was just like you? You didn't know the truth until you were fifteen and even now, you aren't completely pure. My father was a Muggleborn and Tom's father was a Muggle. You aren't helping anyone, Haven."

Haven stood, dumbfounded.

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"Just a bit."

"Haven, I didn't want this. I died of cancer. I couldn't be treated if I was with child… I couldn't live and lose you. I had lived those past years with Tom. I fell in love and had you. There wasn't much I wanted to do after that. You need to live. Your father is past the point of no return and I'm very much convinced he'll die tonight… but if he does, it would be for the best. I'll meet him here, hopefully, and explain what I just told you. That everything he's done was for the wrong reason. You could die too… but only if you feel there is no reason to go back."

Haven shifted a bit. She did have a reason to go back…

Draco.

"I've been watching you, you know." Her mother said, "You and that Malfoy boy have gotten along rather well."

Haven smiled.

"You love him."

"How did…"

"I got that same smile when I was around Tom."

"I guess I very much am your daughter."

Haven's mother smile and pulled her into a gentle hug.

"I'm very sorry I never got to do this while I was alive," she said, "But you had a mother and that's all I wanted… would you like to go back?"

Haven nodded and her mother held her one last time.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

Haven closed her eyes and felt a small shiver up her back… as if she had just missed a step on a flight of stairs. She felt the ground materialize beneath her and realized she was lying on her side. She slowly opened her eyes and saw chaos. Spells flew and Neville was fighting alongside Harry, shooting spells at Voldemort.

The rest happened as if someone had slowed time.

Voldemort shot a killing curse at Harry. Harry and Neville had blocked at the same time. The spell bounced off the mirror again, heading for Neville.

"Protego!" Neville cried, sending the spell flying again… hitting Voldemort right in the chest.

It was over.

Voldemort was dead.

They had won.