Disclaimer: I dun own Harry Potter nor any of the relating characters.

This is the final chapter of "Torn Between Beliefs". This whole story was so much fun to write, and it gave me something to do with my huge amount of free time.

I now give you the final chapter of "Torn Between Beliefs"...

~*~*~Chapter Thirty-Six: The Battle Begins~*~*~

Larisa struggled to get her truck out of the luggage rack. Draco reached up and helped her, then he set it down for her.

"You ready?" He asked. Larisa nodded, then dragged her trunk away, following Draco out the door. People would stop and stare at Larisa, because the slash over her eye was never going away, and it was permanently red. At least now she was going home.

The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder had indeed set in after the end of term feast. Larisa knew she was going to need to see a muggle therapist, but they wouldn't understand what she had been through. The battle was going to start, and Larisa didn't know what to do...She was torn between her beliefs. She and Draco got off the train and walked over to his parents. Narcissa whimpered and pulled Larisa into a hug.

"Sophia did a number on you...I hope you're alright?" She asked.

"No. Not mentally." Larisa said sadly. Narcissa closed her eyes for a minute, when Larisa spotted Hermione. "I'll be right back..." Larisa said quickly before walking away. Harry was standing with two muggles, and he, Ron, and Hermione were talking. "Hermione?" Larisa said quietly. Hermione turned around.

"Hello, Larisa." She said pleasantly Harry grinned at her, and Ron half waved.

"Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, this is Larisa." Harry said politely. Larisa looked up at Harry's aunt, and she looked quite startled. Harry's uncle looked terrified.

"What happened to you?" Harry's aunt asked, looking at Larisa's face. Larisa didn't blame her for being slightly scared. Larisa had three lines going down from her blue eye to her chin, she had the slash over her right eye, and said eye was now red, and she had scars up and down her arms and legs.

"Got into a fight with my mum, she wants to kill me-"

"Hopefully you're not going with her!" Harry's aunt cried, looking around wildly.

"No. I'm going with my boyfriends parents. They took me in last summer." Larisa reassured her before turning to Harry. "I'll be in touch. See you next year." Then, Larisa turned and walked back over to Draco, who put his arm around her.

"Time to go home." He said. "Why were you talking to Potter's aunt and uncle?"

"His aunt saw my scars and flipped out..." Larisa explained. "I better visit Bellatrix over the summer, she'll need to know I'm alive..."

"That can be arranged." Narcissa said happily as they left King's Cross. Larisa felt a great deal of happiness swell up inside her as they walked to an alley, where they disaparated. Larisa saw Malfoy Manor, and a wide smile broke across her face.

&%$&%$&%$

Dear Bellatrix,

I'm alive, don't worry! Sophia did quite a number on me,
I've got a huge slash over my right eye, and it's red now. I also have
three slashes starting at the bottom of my left eye and going down
to my chin. I'm also covered in scars on my arms and legs, and
Professor Dumbledore thinks I may get PTSD, (Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder) which is a muggle affliction of the mind that
gives you horrible nightmares and makes you nervous a lot. I'm
fine though, so don't worry about me.

I'll be coming to visit sometime over the summer, so be
expecting me.

Hoping to see you soon,
Larisa

&%$&%$&%$

Carefully, Larisa tied the letter to Claire's leg, and Claire zoomed out of the window and off into the night. Larisa leaned out her window, a soft breeze making her white hair flutter. It had been an eventful year, but she knew that it still wasn't over. The battle had only begun.

~*~*~Dedications~*~*~

Well, here we are. My very first fanfiction complete. Let me tell you, it's been fun writing this, and I enjoyed every single minute of it. Now, though, I have dedication's to write!

First of all, I'd like to dedicate this story to my friends and family, because without their wild support, I would still be working on the second chapter. (Truefax.)

Second of all, I'd like to dedicate this to my readers. Without them reading this story, I probably wouldn't have the self-confidence to continue writing this. You are truly amazing.

And last, but certainly not least, I'd like to dedicate this to the people who didn't believe in me, because they helped me discover my love of writing. For this, I thank you.

Now then, I must work on the sequel to this...Should be up today, I write really fast when I focus...Livelifetothefullest4e OUT.