A/N: Still don't own Harry… Thanks for all your reviews, and yes- this is the final chapter:, ( It's been a lot of fun writing this fic and I'm really going to miss it! But good news- SEQUEL!!!!! It'll probably be up in a few days (I may like to take a small break) and I'm not yet sure of the title, but the summary will say that it's the sequel to Blood Legacy. Thanks to all my loyal readers! Enjoy and final chapter and read and review please!

Chapter 36

While Harry, Ron, and Hermione giggle drunkenly about the 'old days', Albus, Verity, Dennis, Rose, and James were sitting in the attic. "So big bro," said Albus, who had his arms wrapped around Verity. "We never found out- how'd it go when you asked Trianna out."

"Oh… that?" James said, looking a bit crestfallen. "She turned me down flat on my face. Said something about dating a Quidditch player."

"Oh, James," Rose said softly, "I'm so sorry."

James laughed. "No worries, eh, Rosie? It's fine- Trianna was superficial anyway. Besides, I'll be in my seventh year next year."

"So?" Dennis said.

"I'll be 'irresistible'," he said. They roared with laughter, the walls shaking slightly with the sheer force of it.

"I'm glad Verity and I are living here," Dennis said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. "Otherwise, I'd miss you after you graduated, James."

"Sweet," James grinned, closing his eyes lazily.

"Hey," Dennis said suddenly. "What's that?" He was pointing to the goblin made ring on his sister's ring finger on her left hand, his mouth wide open with shock. "You two aren't…?"

"Of course we're not engaged, you dolt," Al said. "We're only fourteen, I mean honestly."

"It's a promise ring type thing," Ver told her brother.

"Oh," he said, looking relieved. "I thought…"

"You think?" Ver teased. He rolled his blue eyes at her, but couldn't help but grinning at her widely.

"Did you ever tell James and Rose about what else the prophecy meant?" he asked his sister.

"Oh, no," she said. "I forgot. You know the line about royalty uniting?"

"Yeah, 'course," Rose said.

"Well… it doesn't mean just in battle…," she said, a wide grin spreading across her face at her own words.

"You mean… you two are going to end up married?" James asked. Albus nodded and laughed as his brother's mouth dropped open. "So I don't even have a girlfriend, but my little bro already knows who he's going to marry? What have I done to deserve this punishment?"

"Maybe," Rose said thoughtfully, "it's punishment for the time you spiked my dad's oatmeal with about thirty spiders." This brought gales of laughter from them at the memory.

"I was twelve," James protested. "Besides, everyone laughed."

"My dad still won't talk about it," she said. "He hid in his room for about a fortnight, carrying a giant Muggle fly swatter about."

Later that evening around midnight, the five of them had separated. James was now teaching Hugo the finer points of Quidditch, Rose and Dennis were in Rose's room, and Verity and Albus were on the roof. "Remind why we climbed all the way up to the roof again?" she asked, leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"So we could be alone? Without anyone disturbing us?" he laughed.

"Oh, right," she grinned. "Why would we want that, again?" He grinned and said nothing, merely kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled at him, biting her lip and said, "Oh, yeah. Now I remember." The arms wrapped around her waist squeezed her tightly, drawing her into a position in which she was sitting on his lap. She winced a bit and said, "Hey, watch the scar, would you?"

"Oh, sorry," he gasped. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine," she smiled.

"I almost forgot about your scar, Ver," he whispered in her ear. "I hated Drasen for giving you that."

"Didn't you hate her already?" Verity giggled.

"Well, yeah," he admitted. "But I hated her even more for putting that scar in between us." He kissed her cheek.

A comfortable silence fell upon them for a few moments. Verity was the one that broke it, saying, "I wonder…"

"What're you thinking in that brilliant head of yours?" he inquired, twirling a lock of her auburn hair around his finger.

"I'm thinking, hold on…," she said, concentrating. "Wait a moment… if Drasen's gone, shouldn't the curse she put on my scar be gone as well?"

"I dunno," he said. "Is it still even there?"

"Well, your dad still has his scar and Voldemort's been gone for years," she said. "Yeah, I've still got mine." She turned to face him and rolled up her shirt just enough so he could see the lightning bolt shaped scar on her torso. He sighed. "And I mean it's a bit sore to the touch, even though it's relatively old, but that, I suppose, is normal."

"I wonder if I could touch it…" he said, reaching out his finger as if to, but drawing back at the last moment. "No, never mind."

"It's fine, Albus," she coaxed. "Go on- try!" He hesitantly reached out, his finger hovering just a hair away from it, scared. "It's okay, Albus. I love you."

"I love you too," he choked out. He plucked up his Gryffindor courage and touched the scar. When nothing happened, he traced his finger over it. "It's gone," he whispered.

"Yeah, it is," she replied, a giddy grin spreading across her face. "It's gone."

"Drasen can't keep us apart any longer," he said, starting to smile as well. "She no longer has that power over us."

"Albus, don't you see?" she laughed. "She never had that power over us. We still loved each other, even though you couldn't touch my scar."

"You're right, Verity," he said. "She only would've had that power if…"

"If we had broken up and let her have that power over us," she whispered. "Our fight yesterday was stupid, wasn't it?"

"You have to ask? I should've been more considerate," he said.

"And I overreacted," Verity added.

"But that's not important now," he whispered. He drew her into a fierce kiss and realized that his dream was coming true. He was kissing the girl of his dreams, the love of his life, and she was kissing him back. He was holding her in his arms like he always dreamed of doing and he could ever touch her scar now. Everything felt right. She was all his, even her scar.