Harry watched as his curse struck Lord Voldemort in the chest, he watched as he flew backwards, and he watched as he landed, not getting up again. There was a feeling like whooshing, it was hard to describe, it was like becoming weightless. He'd felt what Aimee had done, her powers through him, for a second he had seen it all, as she had. He felt a smile filling his face as it struck him what they had done together, he turned wanting to see her face. But she was not standing behind him. He looked down, her pale form was on the floor.

Her dark hair was fanned out, her hair splayed open, her legs slightly twisted, as if she knees had just gone beneath her. There were noises all around, but he could only focus on her, there was nothing else but her in that moment. He threw himself beside her, pressing his head to her chest, listening for a heartbeat, there was none. He grasped her face in his hands and looked down at it… something wet dripped on her cheek, his pushed it away before realising, it was his own tears.

"Aimee." He murmured, his shoulders begun to shake, he pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her lips. "Please Aimee, please."

But he knew, because it had struck him.

He'd been smiling, standing in the grounds of the school, the ancient castle, still standing, if slightly damaged, behind him, there was an aisle, either side row after row of chairs, each filled with people smiling brightly. There was music as the sun shone down on them brightly.

And then she appeared.

She looked like an angel walking towards him. Her dress was simple but beautiful; an a-line dress in pure white, a lace body, two thin straps holding it up, her long chestnut brown hair was left to fall in soft curls. She took his breath away. Never had he seen anything so beautiful in his life.

She smiled and he felt his heart swell, and then she was before him.

"I love you."

And then it had all disappeared. It had all disappeared because she had taken it away from him… But she had also given him something special, a moment that they could share for eternity they shared a moment that could have been, that was doable. She had shared with him her love.


Her eyes fluttered open, she felt someone holding her, shaking as they did so. She looked up, she could see the sky, it was a dark shade of blue, small speckles of light were beginning to show through. She blinked.

Her head was spinning she felt so weak, she could barely open her mouth to speak, but someone else did.

"Harry, she's not dead."


"Ginny, come on, let's get you to a healer," A voice said, appearing beside her struggling brother, she looked blearily at the voice that had spoken, seeing the familiar face of Draco. But it had not been him who had spoken, another face moved into view, Oliver Wood's warn brown eyes looked at her, he moved, taking her weight form Charlie, who seemed to sag instantly. He carried her to the lawns were there were tents being set up.

"Aimee-"

"She'll be ok, she's got people with her, it's you I'm worried about," He told her quietly, she nodded, and closed her eyes, feeling the darkness over take her instantly.


The bodies were being lined up, the injured there being taken out to the temporary tents that were being used, as St Mungo's was not an option. There weren't many healers however, and Molly found herself standing in a tent with Susan Bones, feeling overwhelmed.

"Molly, I got this, go be with your family," Susan told her, gently ushering the older woman towards the exit; Molly nodded, but paused, grasping Susan's hand, smiling at her through the tears. She felt guilt for a second, there was a cut in Susan's hair, there was blood sticking to her face as it begun to dry. "Go."

Susan looked around, the few that were here were all seen to, cuts cleaned, Severus was in the tent with a few of the surviving Potions students busily creating more slaves and potions. She wandered across to it, seeing people like Draco Malfoy in there. Hermione was also there, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Can I get you guys anything? Water? Food? Any ingredients?"

"Water would be good, thank you Miss Bones," Professor Snape said, Susan nodded and went away, leaving Severus to look to Draco, his favourite student. "I saw what you did, I thought for sure that the Weasley pair were going to-… You were brave Draco."

"I did what anyone else would have done," Draco replied quietly, he looked determinedly at his potion, he'd seen Ginny in her brothers arms, there was blood, and he felt himself reach boiling point, and then something unexpected happened, his father and Pansy approached for a brief second he'd allowed himself to believe they would help him. Killing them had been perhaps the hardest thing he'd done in his life. His father had raised his wand and sent the first curse, it had hit the person just beyond Ginny, they'd lost most of their arm… Draco had no choice, but it had been an easy choice, and Ginny had been it. "I-"

"You saved a family from complete ruin…" Hermione voice cut across, he looked at her, seeing the tears still in her eyes. "They've lost another brother today, I think if they'd lost any more that there would be little left of the people I love… Fred does favour his little sister and his twin… George is dead, if it had been Ginny as well…"

"It wouldn't have ever been Ginny."

Hermione paused and looked at him.

"Maybe you should let her know that."


The hours passed, until the sun begun to slowly rise, covering everything with a golden glow. Harry looked around the grounds, staring at the tents, the people who moved back and forth and smiled.

"We did it."

There was a future, it was his future, Aimee had not taken their future with him, she had proved to him that there was a future. The same could not be said for everyone. George had lost his future, instead giving one to Fred and Hermione, now sat together in the grass, holding onto each other, the first time they'd shared together since it had ended. Lavender had ruined her future with Ron, he had realised she was not a woman he could ever want to be with more solidly, they'd not spoken in depth, but Ron still wanted a life with their child, and Lavender could not refuse him. However Ron had been seen talking to Susan as she healed his wounds in the tent, both were smiling. Draco had lost his father and friends, in favour of Ginny, no one had yet told Ginny who was firmly in the arms of Oliver, but Hermione had visited her.

He was surprised a bit by the difference in routes life had taken them. This earth shattering war, where people died, and still some were able to smile. It was a relief to see that even now, people were taking steps forward.

He felt a hand grab his, and looked down, he saw Aimee she was wearing a pair of flowered pyjama bottoms and an old quidditch jersey, a donation from those who had things to provide. In the attack Gryffindor Tower had been destroyed, assumedly in the search for hiding students. Clothes for those students had been retrieved where possible from dorms, others had been provided. He smiled at her.


Harry sat down in the massive crowd looking forward, this seemed awfully bizarre and moving, it was like he was lightheaded as he watched what happened. People's names were called, they stood up moved forward, they were given a small box, and shook the hand of Kingsley, the new minister of magic.

He heard his name, closely followed by that of the young woman beside him, Aimee Prewett, finally she'd settled on a surname, her given one from her father. She squeezed his hand, there were blurs of faces, and noise, but it did not seem to make sense. He remembered briefly a conversation with Kingsley, the new minister was requesting permission to call on Harry and Aimee separately after the others, to make a point that it had been their combined efforts that final killed Lord Voldemort, but Harry had declined, he'd go in alphabetical order, he didn't want special notice for doing what he had to do.

He suddenly saw Kingsley face, he felt a velvet box being placed in his hand, black, about the size of a muggle Gameboy his cousin had once owned. They shook hands before he felt Aimee gently encourage him in the right direction, back to his seat. He looked down once seated at the thing inside the box, a medal on purple ribbon.

And then the list of names stopped – for those that could collect them. A new list of names were read out, these names leaving a cold feeling to wash over Harry, he recognised too many names. Madame Imra Prince and Madame Poppy Pomfrey, Professor Pomona Sprout, Professor Bathsheba Babbling, Argus Filch, Sturgis Podmore, John Dawlish, Gawain Robarbs, Terry Boot, Cho Chang, Colin Creevey, Anthony Goldstien, Angelina Johnson, Padma an Parvati Patil, George Weasley. He could feel Aimee's hand squeeze his own, but it was not to support him. He looked at her, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stubbornly looked forward.

Somewhere behind him, he could feel a hand touch his shoulder, he turned and saw Sirius sitting behind him, there was not a smile on his face, but something behind his eyes, pride. What for Harry was not sure, and in that moment, it felt undeserved.


The service had been beautiful, but it had marked the end. The end of the war, and the beginning of something new.

"How do you feel Harry Potter?" Aimee asked as she looked at her boyfriend, he smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I feel pretty good. Why do you ask?"

"Because now, Mr Potter, we have forever, and things are probably going to seem a little boring for a while, given that you won't be fighting dragons, or evil men or giant spiders, but I bet it'll be exciting in other ways."

"I think I can handle it," Harry murmured as he pulled Aimee close.

"You better be able to, because your best mate is totally about to have a kid in a couple of months, and we're going to have a lot more time to focus on each other, and there is a very young, very attractive Auror eyeing up Sirius."

"Does the drama ever end?"

Aimee smiled, leaning up to kiss him, she felt his lips against her and smiled.

"Never."