KEYNOTE: Please remember this is an AU not an interpretation of canon.

AN: So I reread the last two chapters and I, as a change of pace, don't want to hurt this Harry, so this story has just become a short story :D

Thank you, Sectumus Prince and Nauze for betaing! Also, read Sectumus's work, Crashing into Darkness is addictive, and we are writing a fic together, War Does Not Determine :D

Chapter 3 -

A Family Who Repeatedly Murders

Voldemort Together, Stays Together

Severus had had one of the better summers of his life, mostly, actually, entirely because of his wife, Rona Sinley.

Severus had met Rona outside an orchestra venue three years after the end of the war. Where he had planned to get very drunk on very expensive alcohol he had earned through his third year of hellish teaching.

Truth be told, Severus Snape actually liked teaching, more than he thought he would, really. Hogwarts was his home, and brewing potions for a living was a nice deal.

Only there was a catch, because in his life, there was always a bloody catch.

Albus Dumbledore didn't get Severus free from a life sentence in prison out of the goodness of his heart. No, the conveying old man wanted a pet Death Eater, a pet Death Eater who acted accordingly.

And Albus Dumbledore had a very clear idea on how a Death Eater should behave. Albus wasn't worse than the Dark Lord, but there were days when Severus found him just as ridiculous. Because being a professor at Hogwarts was a more than respectable position, he was downright grateful for it, for being free, for having the opportunity to pay back even a sliver of his crimes, but Albus wanted him to be a shite professor. To be purposely bad at his job, intimidating and undeniably biased toward Slytherin House.

And that, that, Severus hated, and after years of it, he had grown quite bitter indeed.

But this summer had made it near impossible to be upset.

His wife, Rona, was a cellist. She travelled the world as a member of an orchestra, but she had slowly begun to lose her hearing. A degenerative hearing disorder that magic couldn't fix. Three years ago, she had lost her hearing almost entirely, and she had lost her job. She never stopped practicing her music. However, she became almost obsessive in relearning music, so much so that she had cut Severus out of her life entirely.

They had always had a long-distance relationship, with many visits, but they, by no means, lived together. Rona didn't much like people, she liked her solitude, but she also loved Severus and all his ragged edges, and he loved her in return more than all the world.

But music was her life, and when she lost that, she had cut him off at the knees.

Yet this summer, this summer, Severus had seen his wife rejoin her orchestra. A deaf musician, a testament to her skill and dedication.

He was just finishing the last line of his letter to her when someone knocked on his door. Sighing, Severus stored the letter in his desk, careful not to smudge the ink. Wendy, the barn owl he had gifted to Rona as an anniversary present, would be glad to stretch her wings and go home.

Wendy was entirely Rona's owl, and the little fair-faced owl adored her non-magical caretaker as much as her master loved her magical owl.

Rona had declared that the owls were the best thing that had ever come from the Wizarding World.

He was pretty sure she would choose the owl over him in that equation, but then, he never intended to have her make that choice.

His thoughts preoccupied, he wasn't paying as much attention as he ought to have while answering his office door.

So it took him a few moments to register who exactly was at his door.

"Lily Evans?" he breathed, mind spinning

She smiled up at him, her emerald eyes sparkling, "Long time no see, Sev."

He gaped at her.

She pouted at him, "What, not even a hug?"

"You're dead," he stated.

She raised a brow, "There were no bodies, were there?"

"Half your house was blown up!" he exclaimed.

Lily shook her head, her flame-coloured hair spilling around her shoulders. She had aged some, but she was incredibly fit, almost unnaturally so. As if she had traded all her soft edges for a life of exercise.

"Voldemort is a petty dunce. He turned James and I into deer, as in true animals, with the intent, I presume, to torture us after he won the war. A war he lost the moment he raised a wand against my baby."

Severus shook his head, unable to comprehend what was happening, "Lily? It's really you?"

Animal transfiguration? Cruelty beyond words, especially as a prey animal. For twelve years? It was a miracle, not only that she had survived the Dark Lord, but she had survived that punishment as well.

"Your husband?" Severus asked, voice catching in his threat.

Her face sobered, "James survived as well, we kept each other safe, despite… Despite."

He breathed a sigh of relief, the Potters had suffered enough.

She smiled at his obvious gladness and took a step closer. Severus pulled her into a tight hug. They stood there for a long moment before he pulled back, "Tea?"

She nodded and together they retreated into his office, she shut the door behind her.

"So," Lily began, "teaching Potions at Hogwarts, talk about a dream come true."

He hummed in agreement, though didn't expound on the struggles he had had. Everything paled to what she had been through, anyway. "You've seen Harry?" he asked as he sat in the chair beside hers rather than back behind his desk.

She grinned, "Isn't he marvelous? I'm so proud of him, Sev."

Severus didn't attempt to hide his grin at her use of his nickname and her obvious joy. "He's strong, brave, and took after you in all the best ways."

She flashed him another smile.

It was so surreal to see her.

A shadow passed over her face, "Petunia hurt him, I think. We haven't talked about it yet, but I regret that he didn't go to Minerva."

"Minerva struggled after the war," Severus said, trying to lessen the pain he saw in his old friend, "Harry might have helped her heal faster, but it may also have been too much to try raising a child on her own."

Lily nodded, "I suppose, and she might not have been able to continue as a professor, and that would be another tragedy."

Severus reached out to touch her hand, "But you're here now."

Lily nodded, "We might end up adopting Neville as well." She turned her hand over to catch his fingers, her expression one of amazement, "So many years, Sev, and we picked up right where we left off." Her emerald eyes captured his as her gaze rose, "It's a sign of true friendship," her smile grew, "Bestie."

His heart physically ached at her words. He felt as if he might cry as he said, "I'm so, so very sorry, Lily."

She frowned at him, "It wasn't the name calling."

He bowed his head, pulling his hand back from hers.

But she caught his hand, held onto it with both of hers, "Avery threatened to kill you in your sleep if I kept 'corrupting' you, if I turned you into a blood traitor. I never gave up on you, Sev, never. I was just trying to keep you safe. But I know now, that I should have just told you and maybe…"

Her confession just made his past crimes all the worse, "Lily, it wasn't your fault. All the blame belongs to me and me alone. The prophecy-"

"Fuck the prophecy," she snapped, "You didn't betray me. You ran to Dumbledore the moment you knew we were in danger-"

"Albus wasn't supposed to tell you that," he said more harshly than he intended.

"He didn't, I guessed it. I knew that if anyone would have the strength to betray the Dark Lord, it would be you, Severus Snape."

He blinked back tears and was able to pull his hand away on the pretense of pouring their tea. The teacup only rattled the slightest bit as he passed her the cup and saucer.

Lily, thankfully, changed the topic, "What else has happened with you?"

Suddenly, Severus wanted to share with her something he had shared with no one but Minerva, and only Minerva, because the older witch had an uncanny way of seeing to the heart of a person.

He put his own tea back down and rose to walk around his desk. He pulled a slim box out of a drawer. Returning to his seat, he pulled his wand and tapped the delicate box thrice, the sound of several locks undid and he passed it to her.

All Severus could really think as Lily gazed at the woman he had made his wife was that this was right. That this was what his life should have been, not secrets and lies and botched teaching practices.

But true pride in achieving his dreams in becoming a Potions Master and teaching at Hogwarts. Being known as a married man.

In Lily, it finally felt like his life had corrected itself.

Lily was alive, and she didn't blame him, hadn't even left him in fifth year because of his mistakes but for his safety.

He had his best friend back.

Inside the box Sev handed her was a picture of a woman with dark hair and dark skin, she was dressed in black and between her legs was a cello.

There was no sound, but the way she played, her expression, all consumed in her task…

The moving picture never looked up as most figures did, she just continued playing silently on, oblivious to the world around her caught as she was in a world of her own making.

"She's lovely," Lily said, confused as she wasn't dressed as a witch but a muggle.

"She's my wife."

Lily looked up at him sharply, "You got married?" She was surprised, because Sev had always sworn he wouldn't, not after the disaster of his own parents' marriage.

He smirked, "It has been twelve years, Lily."

"What's her name?"

"Rona."

"You aren't wearing a ring," she pointed out, handing the portrait back to him. He took it back almost reverently, relocking the protective charms.

"Aside from Minerva, no one knows she exists, well, not as my wife at any rate."

Lily frowned, "You kept your marriage a secret? Why?"

"She isn't a witch," he said, "Nor is she from a magical family."

Lily gaped at him, knowing how he felt about muggles, about how he felt about intermarriage between non-magical and magical people. "But your father-"

"I didn't make my mother's mistake. I told her, I showed her what I was before we continued seeing each other. I told her I was a wizard before we went steady, almost a full year before I asked her for her hand."

"You broke the law," she stated, amused.

He shrugged, "Honestly, Lily, I've done far worse."

"But I never thought-"

"Neither did I, but I fell in love, real love. I always thought my mother was a fool, and maybe I still do, because Rona isn't my father. Rona loves me just as much as I love her."

"So she took the magical reveal well?"

Severus laughed, shocking her, Lily honestly couldn't remember the last time she had seen Sev laugh, twelve years a deer aside.

Severus looked happy as he spoke of his wife, and if nothing else, that made Lily love this woman without ever having met her. "She didn't care at all. She's a musician, she thinks magic is," his lips twitched, "passable, but that music is true magic."

Lily shook her head, "You married someone who isn't passionate about magic?" It was an effort not to laugh at the irony. He had grown up far more than she ever imagined he would.

But why couldn't he change when she had married James Potter, of all people.

"The first time I heard her play…" Severus trailed off as if even the memory brought him to a moment of awe. "I believe what she says, that music is magic, and it is a skill behind me. She is truly gifted, Lily. I love her for her passion in what she does, in the profession she's devoted her life to. I admire and respect her."

Lily raised a brow, "But you're a professor, she lives in the muggle world, and if she's a professional musician in a city, how much time do you end up having together?"

Severus smiled, his onyx eyes shining like jewels, "We have what time we need. Neither of us wanted kids, neither of us really wanted to live on top of one another. We have vacations together. Weekend visits. I almost always make her seasonal opening nights and she greets me at the end of each term. It's enough for us, it's more than I ever thought I would have or deserve. She makes me happy."

Lily blinked back tears, "I'm so happy for you, Sev. But why keep her secret?" She had her fingers metaphorically crossed, hoping that it wasn't an act driven by shame.

"The Dark Lord isn't gone, Lily, not fully. I'm still needed as a potential spy. No Death Eater would ever marry a muggle, and I can't put her in danger like that. In her world, I wear my ring, and I've never looked at another woman. But to keep her safe, no one can know."

Lily stared at him, her heart thundering, her voice thick as she said with conviction, "No."

"Lily, its for her-"

"NO!" Lily shouted standing, knocking the chair back.

"Lily-"

"I killed him!" she screamed at him. "I. Killed. Him. I blew him sky high. Minerva confirmed he took half the house with him. I killed him! Even the Dark Lord couldn't have survived being bloody imploded."

He stared up at her, "How did you-"

She watched realization dawn on his face, the horror and the awe.

"You used that ritual? Lily-" he sputtered, "We were kids, that was- we shouldn't even have been reading those books. They were above both of us and far darker than even Dumbledore realised."

"It worked," she said, "He became the bomb and blew away from the person, my son, that he tried to murder."

"It worked against the Killing Curse," Severus breathed.

"YES!" she affirmed. "And now he's dead."

"He isn't though, Lily. Your son has faced him twice in the last two years."

She froze then asked, her voice quiet, "What?"

"One of the professors got possessed by his soul fragment, and then there was an object that had another soul fragment in it. Harry, trouble magnet that he is, unraveled his plots both times. You destroyed his body, Lily, you helped us win the war, but he didn't stay dead."

"Why did it fall to Harry?"

Severus sighed heavily, "He's the Boy Who Lived, the Dark Lord has been targeting him since the prophecy. It's part of the reason he was placed with your sister. The blood protection kept him hidden and safe from any of the remaining Death Eaters eager for revenge and from the Dark Lord himself."

"The Boy Who Lived?" she repeated, "What the bloody hell does that even mean?"

"The Wizarding World believes Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, he was titled the Boy Who Lived for being the only known person to survive the Killing Curse."

She stared at him for a long moment trying to let that sink in. Her already inflamed temper boiled over, "Are you kidding me!?" She began pacing his office, knowing that she was talking with her hands and not caring as she demanded, "Why? Because I'm a muggleborn? Because I'm a muggleborn, the Wizarding World at large thought it was the baby!?"

Sev said nothing, just watched her.

"My baby. Yeah, because that makes perfect sense, it wasn't one of the most skilled witches in a century, it was the baby. It couldn't be the dirt blood, no, not a mere woman -witch, what-bloody-ever, it was the baby. Because of course."

Severus raised a brow as if to ask, Are you done now?

When she didn't say anything more, fuming silently, fighting to keep her breath steady, he drawled, "I never put much stock in it myself. Though I hadn't connected that you would use the ritual you and I invented in the back of a History class."

"You and I finished reading the year's material over the summer," she defended, then asked, "Why not James? He's a pureblood."

Severus shrugged, "James didn't survive the Killing Curse."

"Again," she said, "no bodies."

He turned up his palms. "I don't know. We all assumed your bodies were rendered to ash in the magical explosion. The Dark Lord's form disappeared as well. No one found your wands either."

She bared her teeth, "Pettigrew stole them."

"He was there that night?" Severus asked.

"Yes."

"So he knew you weren't dead?"

She nodded.

"I will kill him," Severus stated.

She shook his head, "I want him fed to the dementors. I don't approve of the prison system but if anyone ever deserved to have their soul eaten, it's him. Sacrificing our baby for his own cowardice."

Severus stood, "I'm sorry, Lily, for everything."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand, "I'm sorry that you suffered at all, no matter whose fault, you never deserved your fate."

Her shoulders sagged. She spotted the clock on the mantle, the tension instantly returning, "I'm so glad to be alive, that Harry is alive, but Sev," she wrapped her arms around herself, "how am I supposed to be a mother when everyday I wake up and can hardly remember that I'm human?"

It was an abrupt switch in topic, she knew that, but she had to return to James soon, knowing that his anxiety would build as long as she was gone from his sight.

She was tired, wary, and it had nothing to do with her bones, but her spirit. Knowing how much her son had hurt in her absence, only beginning to realize that the dangers in the Wizarding World hadn't improved as much as they had all hoped…

Sev pulled her into her hug, and she clung to him, his deep voice was reassuring, "You're not alone, Lily. You're not alone."

Really, that was what mattered. And if nothing else, having her lifelong friend back was a gift when her parents had passed on and her sister hated her. Severus was an anchor in a stormy sea.

Neville noted that there was something distinctly off about the first few weeks of school, competent DADA, a happy Harry Potter, Snape actually teaching, oh, and McGonagall got a pet dog.

She was a cat and her pet was a dog.

Yep, things at Hogwarts had gotten downright bizarre.

But the reason behind it all would change his life forever.

James and Lily Potter, his godparents, were alive.

When he was asked to move in with them, to a humble cottage in Hogsmeade, Neville hadn't hesitated.

He didn't think Mrs. Potter would ever drop him or allow him to be dropped out a window.

For some reason, James Potter telling him how proud his mum and dad would be of him reshaped his world. To have someone believe in him, not just expect better from him, made all the difference.

Although James and Lily seemed to endure a great deal of trauma after what had been done to them, they were still functional adults. Two people who exuded love and actually cared about what he thought and listened to him when he spoke.

Well, Neville Longbottom felt just about as happy as Harry. Harry, who was fast becoming not only his friend but his brother.

Neville's faith in the future was magnified to an impossible degree.

Millicent Bulstrode, like many residents of Hogwarts, had noticed the one-eighty on a certain Boy Who Lived's attitude toward, well, everything.

What she did not expect, however, was to be on the receiving end of Harry Potter's kindness.

Pansy Parkinson was doing that thing she did, when she was being slyly insulting but walking the line of what would justify Millie punching her pretty little nose in.

Millie knew exactly how she looked. Her father had been a pureblood, a big man with more muscle than brain cells. Which for a man was fine.

But Millie's mother was Chinese, petite, fine-boned, and had a shallow nose. Unlike certain people, Cho Chang, her rude, stuck-up neighbor, Mille didn't look Chinese. Even if her Mandarin was better than Cho's, even if her calligraphy was near perfect, and she had all her mother's recipes memorized, Millie didn't look Chinese.

No, she looked like her father, and whatever features she had inherited from her mother looked all wrong on Millie.

She knew that. She also knew that the sly insults Pansy was directing at her weren't just about her looks, but the fact that her mother was a muggleborn and her father was dead.

Her father, who was rumoured not to be her father at all. That she was a Bulstrode at all was something of a controversy in the Wizarding World.

Millie couldn't even imagine what would happen if people learned the truth. The truth being that Marco Bulstrode was indeed her father, but that her mother had murdered him after he took advantage of her and forged the marriage license.

Yeah, being a bastard and her Ma thrown in jail would have been awful, so Millie kept her mouth shut and pretended to be as dumb as she looked.

Be dumb, silent, and a girl, well, there was no better type of insvisibility charm than that.

Except on days like this, when some bint like Pansy got it in their head to be a bloody bitch for no apparent reason other than being terminally annoying.

Harry Potter came out of left field as he turned a corner, apparently having heard the last comment that Pansy made that Millie herself was attempting to tune out. He snorted, "Good to have confidence when describing yourself, Parkison, but I don't know if you should be advertising to the world all your baggage."

They all came to a halt.

Pansy turned up her chin, "Look, Bulstrode is a blood traitor." Then she and her sheep stalked off, leaving Millie and Potter alone in the hall.

Millie blinked, confused as to what on Earth had just happened. Still, she had a reputation to protect. She scowled at Potter, "You think I need your help?"

Potter flashed her a grin. "Nope, but some stupidity can't be heard and unremarked upon."

Millie's lips twitched, but she fought off the impulse to smile. "Here I thought you would agree with them."

Potter shook his head, "Nah, they were just being mean. I know what that's like."

There was an awkward silence in which Millie wasn't quite sure what to say. People were never nice to her, not willingly, but she sure as shit wasn't going to thank him. If he was waiting for that, he would be waiting for the sun to implode.

"You have really beautiful eyes," Potter said, still looking at her.

Her eyes widened, and then she flushed, and then she got pissed both for her reaction and her own foolishness, "Don't mock me."

"I wasn't. I just- I mean, I've never really spoken with you before is all, and I noticed."

"My eyes are brown, Potter, common and unimpressive," she said.

I know what I look like.

He shook his head again, "Doesn't mean they aren't beautiful. Anyway, see you around."

He turned on his heel and walked off, leaving her alone and bewildered as to what the bloody hell had just happened.

She didn't know what to think, but for the rest of the year, whenever they passed in the hall or met gazes across the class, Potter would wave or spare her a smile.

It was bloody ambitious. Who the hell did he think he was?

However, the following year, when he was chosen as one of the Champions from the Goblet of Fire, and in turn asked her to be his date to the Yule Ball, well...

Millie didn't say no.

Triwizard Tournament's Final Task

James had been assured by everyone he loved that he wasn't a coward, even if he jumped at loud noises, was afraid of the dark, and, generally speaking, was such an anxious mess that keeping weight on his bones was a decided problem, no matter how much he ate.

But James had never known fear like this before. Not when Cedric Diggory appeared back in a cleared hedge maze their son, Harry, limp in his arms.

"No!" Lily screamed, running toward the two boys.

James didn't have the words to voice his fear, his objection; his utter disbelief that this could happen to their son.

Hadn't they been through enough?

Lily began sobbing as she frantically looked for a pulse, given that Cedric Diggory's expression wasn't there.

"He saved me," Diggory said, "He jumped in front of the Killing Curse for me. Voldemort is back."

James's fear left him, he felt nothing suddenly.

As if the world had stopped spinning.

He fell to his knees beside Lily, who pulled their son onto their laps.

Their son was dead.

Their son was dead.

There was no possible way to comprehend that.

Harry's face looked peaceful in death, peace that James himself would never have until the day he joined him in the next life. He never supposed he could love a person more than Lily, but that fact had changed the moment he had held his baby son in his arms.

His son, who had grown up without them. Their son, who had lost the right to grow up any further.

This was the end of that great, beautiful story.

Harry's body let out a long sigh, then sucked a breath that he choked on. His scar began to bleed and Lily let out a sound that would haunt James's dreams for years to come.

James and Lily tried to calm him, he blinked clear emerald eyes at them. Lily adjusted his glasses, and Harry gasped, "I'm- I…"

"You're alive!" Lily exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.

James hugged both his wife and his son, unashamedly clinging to them both.

After some time, Harry pulled back to smile up at them, "I guess us Potters aren't good at staying dead, are we?"

James let out a pained laugh, ruffling his son's hair, trying not to think that they weren't the only ones who didn't know how to stay dead.

"Mum, Dad," Harry said suddenly, "I love you both so much. You know that right?"

Lily nodded, tears still spilling down her cheeks, "Yes, Harry, we know, we love you too."

James squeezed Harry's shoulder, "Son, we love you more than anything in this world or the next."

Harry smiled at them, "Okay, then, I think we can handle everything else."

Neville and Sirius joined them then, and Sirius barked a laugh, "Sure, just another civil war against a powerful psycho who crops up seasonally, like mono. You know, no biggie?"

Neville shook his head, "You all are crazy."

But their godson was smiling as he said it.

Epilogue - Turns Out Hunting Horcruxes is a Lot Easier When Not Fighting a War

The war began in Harry's fifth year; however, Harry's earlier death revealed the reality of the Horcruxes far sooner. Sirius, being the last heir to the Black Family, got him the Lestrange vault, and therefore, none of the Horcruxes were inaccessible. Sirius Black also taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry's fifth year.

With the Potters back in society, and the knowledge that, no, it hadn't been the baby who defeated the Dark Lord decades earlier (but who are we kidding, defeating the Dark Lord and surviving him at eleven, twelve, and fourteen years of age was still impressive) but a muggleborn, well, let's just say the belief that Voldemort could be defeated again was no illusion.

The Ministry was not able to press its propaganda on Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic did not fall, less people, human and more purely magical beings, joined the Dark Lord.

The Order of the Phoenix's missions were taken up formally by the Ministry and the second Voldemort War was almost over before it began. Before the end of Harry's fifth year, for that matter.

At which point, Severus Snape brought his wife Rona to a Potter dinner and began wearing his wedding band at all times. It did cause ripples in Britain that Professor Severus Snape, Head of House Slytherin, Ex-Death Eater, had married a muggle. However, Severus never bowed his head in shame and never allowed anyone to speak poorly about his wife.

Perhaps he lost some 'peers', but he gained infinitely more friends. His reputation as a Potions Professor became as highly regarded as Professor Minerva McGonagall. In fact, he became the Assistant Headmaster to Headmistress McGonagall when Dumbledore retired. Severus helped more Slytherin students than any other in Hogwarts's long history.

Neville Longbottom became Head Boy to Hermione's Head Girl in their seventh year. While Harry did indeed prove to be the most powerful wizard of his generation, Hermione, unsurprisingly, got the better test scores.

Five years after graduating, after Neville became the Herbology professor and Hermione Senior Undersecretary to Minister Shacklebolt, they fell in love. Neither of them quite knew what had changed, but at one Potter dinner, the pair strolled the gardens and one thing led to another.

Neville was a quiet man, but confident, dependable, and above all else, kind. Kind in the way that Harry was kind, and why Harry remained her best friend.

Hermione herself had changed over the years. While politics had sharpened her tongue and honed her intelligence into a veritable weapon, she still cared deeply for the people around her. They balanced each other well: Neville was both a romantic and listener, and Hermione was wildfire with such a big heart that Neville never doubted his worth.

Ron grew up a lot after graduating Hogwarts, and toured with his sister in her Quidditch career, much like a manager, an assistant to the team, and his sister's biggest fan. He began writing for Magical Newspaper and made quite the name for himself as Quidditch Editorial Writer. He married the latest out of the trio, a woman from Spain who was one of the world's best Keepers.

Harry married Millicent Bulstrude not long after they graduated from Auror training. Millie herself became an Auror as well, and together, Harry and Millie were known as the most formidable Aurors since Alice and Frank Longbottom.

Millie's mother, Yu Bulstrode, was welcomed warmly into the Potter family. Millie Potter had three beautiful daughters with Harry. Their daughters became the centre of their world and the pride of their grandparents' lives.

As for James and Lily, well, the twelve years they spent lost in the Forbidden Forest never left them. However, that did not diminish their joy at their second chance at life. They lived a long life, filled with their son's happiness, their many grandbabies, and many more great-grandbabies.

Through the darkness and the light, Lily and James Potter remained as they always had, together until the end.

In another life, Harry Potter looked at the ghosts of his parents, and asked when his course was set for dying and his heart tore at him to live, to let moments drag out into a contained infinity, "You'll stay with me?"

His father answered with a sad smile, "Until the very end."

When the entire world is slowly dying, I will never leave your side.

-Lily Potter

I don't know what's in store for us, but I know that true love outlasts everything.

-James Potter

Fin

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