Harry and Katherine whipped around. Tall and gangly in front of them was-
((A/N: Eat your heart out, cliffhanger haters.... I'm making you suffer))
((A/N: I'm horribly sorry for all you lovely people who like my cliffhangers.))
Sirius. Harry let out the breath he was holding and Katherine narrowed her eyes at him.
"Sirius, you're going to get yourself hurt. Please go back to the castle?" She said.
"And leave you, my daughter and you ((he looked at Harry)) my best friend's son to die just like that?" He snapped his fingers.
"We're not that easy to beat." Harry said coldly.
"Please?" Katherine begged. "C'mon, we asked you to take care of Jamea for a while. Where is he?"
"Unharmed and safe in Madame Pomfrey's arms."
"Sirius." Harry said hoarsely. "Leave."
"I refuse."
"You'll be killed or hurt."
"I can risk that."
"Please don't!" Katherine said.
"It wouldn't do to die for us. We've participated in illegal Death Eater rallies and-"
"You were enchanted!"
"I wasn't." Katherine murmured. "He didn't enchant me."
Sirius fell silent, looking up the couple.
"Sirius, there isn't anything you can do to help. You're just slowing up what has to be. C'mon now, just leave us to fight."
"Come with me back to the castle."
~* Well, Harry? We could follow him a ways and then jug him over the head so he wont be killed. ~*
~* And throw him into the bushes around Hogwarts until the battle was over? ~*
~* Yeah. ~*
~* That's horrible. ~*
~* I know ~*
~* But it just might work. ~*
~* So you're game? ~*
Harry nodded and said slowly, "If it'll make you feel better."
"It would."
"Okay, c'mon Kat. We're going back."
Sirius shook his head in distaste when Harry put an arm around her waist and she put an arm around his shoulder. He transformed into the great black dog and they began to walk towards the castle.
"Where are you going?"
Once again Katherine and Harry whipped around.
"Well?"
"H-hello, there you are!" Katherine said weakly to Voldemort. He grinned.
"New pet?" He pointed towards Sirius.
"Just a stay." Harry said. "Nothing to worry about."
"Oh." Voldemort said. With a sneer he added, "Then you won't mind if I kill it."
"NO!" Harry and Katherine shouted in unison and then clapped hands over each other's mouths.
"Fine." Voldemort said. He obviously thought they were under his control. "Why aren't you at the castle already?"
"We decided to wait for you." Harry said.
"I'm touched." Voldemort said. Harry was having problems not shouting out in pain, his scar was now throbbing so much.
"Touched in the head." Kat muttered. Harry elbowed her hard in the side.
"What was that?" Voldemort asked, suddenly menacing.
"N-nothing." Kat stammered.
"I smell a traitor."
"Whatever do you mean, my Lord?" Kat asked. Sirius was growling. Harry kicked him.
"Shut up." Harry said as coldly as he could. "You'll only get yourself killed."
"Words of wisdom, Potter. When will you follow them?" Voldemort said.
Harry glared at Voldemort.
"Let me see your necklace, scum." He said to Harry.
Biting back his rage, Harry said the first thing that came to him. "I took it off."
"WHAT?"
"Yes, you heard me, I took off the necklace and so did Katherine."
"You dare disobey my authority?"
Kat and Harry gave him look for look.
"You kidnapped us for a year. You forced us to do inhumanly things. You had us go against every law we've learned. You killed my whole family and Katherine's family as well." Harry said. "You named our baby and you deserve to die a very painful death."
"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed. Harry fell down, twitching in a terrible pain. "You make a touching speech, Potter."
Harry glared through silent tears of pain.
Voldemort wasn't watching Katherine as well as he should have. If he had been looking at her he would have seen the considerably large ball of glowing green energy in her hands.
She hurled it at him. It hit the fiend with a sickening smack and for a few moments he was glowing and screaming but he soon threw it off of himself.
"Silly girl." Voldemort chuckled. "Silly, stupid girl."
"She is not stupid." Harry said, pulling himself off the ground, the Cruciatus curse having been thrown off him. "But we were for having been caught by you."
"You're damn strait. You know I don't think old Dumbledore ever figured out my brilliant pla-"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, catching Voldemort off guard and he watched in horror as his wand flew away from him.
It was like a dog that had chased the same squirrel up the same tree for years and years. When the dog finally caught the squirrel, he didn't know what to do with it. This is how Harry felt/looked. Voldemort was defenseless and Harry KNEW how to kill him. But he just didn't know what to do.
"The tables have been turned it seems." Harry said lightly after a few dumbstruck moment. Sirius had bolted from the place, to find help most likely.
"I don't know what you mean." Voldemort said. They realized that they were circling each other in wide, open lawn.
"Oh, but you do. I've taken you by surprise and now you will be slain by your own sword." Harry said. "Because I will kill you."
"You know I can't die." Voldemort hissed.
"I think I'll be the judge of that." Harry sneered. "Avada Ked- wait a second. I'm not done with you yet."
"Just get it over with Harry. You might net have a chance to get him again." Katherine advised.
"Yes I will." Harry snapped. "And I want satisfaction for all he's taken from me." There was a stinging pain in Harry's shoulder, but he ignored it.
((A/N: Some of you know how much I love the Princess Bride and Tamora Pierce. If you know any of that be prepared for a flashback.))
"What do you mean?"
"I've suffered Tom." Harry said frankly. "More than I should have."
"I had a life of suffering too." Voldemort snapped.
"But you killed people to get over it." Harry said. "I haven't."
"Yes, in your own way you have. I've been keeping track. You've killed 3 Muggles."
"Liar!" Harry screamed. "I did not do that on my own free will! CRUCIO!"
And Harry held the curse on for three seconds, dissatisfied because Voldemort was grinning all through the curse. It wasn't hurting him at all.
"Give up?" He asked.
"No!" Harry said loudly. "CRUCIOTORIOUS!" Harry had found a book at Voldemort's estates on one brief visit there. He had been waiting for Voldemort to arrive when Harry was in his study and Harry had found a book "Extremes" on a bookshelf. It was the extreme of the Cruciatus curse Harry had placed on him.
This time Voldemort was in pain. He did not cry out or shake violently, but he had been thrown backwards, but his eyes were going berserk.
"You win." Voldemort choked out, unable to move his limbs.
"Not yet." Harry said coldly. "Offer me money."
"To stay alive? Yes! All that I have and more!" Voldemort said, looking brighter, eviler.
Harry concentrated on the curse and shoved his wand in the direction of Voldemort's head. "Offer me Power." Voldemort winced, a good sign.
"Yes."
"Offer me everything I want."
"Your hearts truest desire." He croaked in a barely audible voice.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Voldemort's body slumped and fell to ground.
"I want my parents back, you son of a bitch." He threw Voldemort's wand on the ground, and with a satisfied grunt he walked away.
Harry and Katherine didn't speak on the way back to the castle. Harry had a numb feeling of shock about himself and a feeling of foreboding that he didn't like.
There were footsteps behind them.
"That was a nice speech, Potter." Voldemort drawled.
"What?" Harry spun around. He was alive, slightly glowing with some strange red light but alive all the same.
"Pity 'Avada Kedavra' doesn't kill me." Voldemort continued. "Did you think you had won? Poor, mistaken boy, I'm far from dead."
"Good one, now do you want a cookie?" Katherine snapped sarcastically.
Voldemort snapped his fingers. Suddenly Jamea appeared in Voldemort's arms.
"No Jamea!" Katherine screamed and lunged forward, but Harry caught her and held her back.
"He has his father's looks about him." He said finally. The baby was squirming and crying.
"Let his go, Voldemort." Harry said coldly. "He's done nothing to you."
"He's done nothing to me…yet." Voldemort corrected. "I think I shall kill him now…"
"No!" Harry yelled. "Don't kill him!"
There were shouts from inside the castle, Harry knew reinforcements were coming to their aid.
"Now where have I heard that before…?" Voldemort said. He looked at the baby, played with his pudgy little fingers. "Sounds like your parents just before they died."
"Let him go," But the words that escaped Harry's lips weren't his usual light tenor voice but instead a deep baritone. Voldemort looked up in surprise.
It wasn't Harry at all standing there. It was a tall young man of nearly 20 with a neatly trimmed black beard and he was dressed in royal livery with a sword in its hilt and shield glittering in his left hand. A wand was pointed at Voldemort's chest.
"I said let him go!" He said forcefully again.
"M- Merlin!" Voldemort said faintly.
"Give me my child!" A woman called from behind them. Harry looked backward and smiled.
Katherine was not herself either. She was taller and with blue eyes. She had a white, full-skirted dress and she looked ready to kill.
Harry held out his hand. "My Lady Cyrena." He said.
She took his hand and they returned to Voldemort who looked terrified for once in his life.
"Your plan didn't work." Harry said coldly. "We are to good to be used for evil. You should have known that." Harry showed him the sword necklace around his neck. "These could never be used for evil."
"We are stronger than you." Katherine continued. "Give us our child back."
Voldemort didn't budge. Dumbledore, all the teachers (with the exception of Snape ((A/N: you'll recall he killed himself))) skidded out the doors. Hermione, Ron and several other willing seventh years had shown up too. But soon they were all dumbstruck as they watched this happening.
Harry and Kat were starting to glow themselves, with a light as bright as the day and it was a mix of a green and yellow.
"Face the consequences." Katherine said. She and Harry began to move forward to Voldemort.
"Fissure!" Voldemort bellowed. A pain shot up through Harry and Katherine's joined hand, trying to separate them.
"Don't let go!" Harry's new voice hissed.
"I know." The woman that Katherine had turned into replied.
They continued to walk forward, Voldemort began to retreat from them, afraid of the strange sphere of light around the teenagers.
~* On three we kill. One. ~* Harry thought to her. ~* Two. Three! ~*
They lunged forward and Voldemort and Jamea were engulfed in the glow. Voldemort let out a terrible, piercing, high pitched scream that made the 'audience' shudder. The baby giggled happily when he fell into Harry's outstretched hands. ((A/N: sorry how sailor-moony this is getting…I mean that one)
The glow around them flickered and died. Katherine looked her normal self, as did Harry. Voldemort had collapsed on the ground.
"Harry?" Katherine said faintly. She looked to her side. Harry was on the ground too, in a faint the baby safe in his arms. She fainted.
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Harry felt himself being put on a stretcher and felt firm hands take his child away from him. Somehow he knew nothing would come of it.
Somebody opened his mouth for him and poured something down his throat. He coughed and sputtered and sat strait up. He took his bed sheet and tried to wipe the taste of the Pepper-Up Potion off his tongue.
Madam Pomfrey muffled a laugh. "You do that every time." She said.
"Well, its disgusting stuff, Madam."
"I'll say." Katherine said from another bed, coming to herself. "Absolutely horrid. Where's Jamea?"
"I believe your fellow classmates have him in the common room." Madame Pomfrey said. Harry and Kat sat up; ready to get pack into "parent mode" but the doctor shook her head. "No, no, not until I've made sure you're okay."
"I assure you I'm fine." Harry said through gritted teeth when Madam Pomfrey made him take off his shirt.
"Lookit those muscles!" Katherine hooted from her bed, overcome with laughter. Harry scowled at her.
"Shut up!"
"Now, now children." Madame Pomfrey said and began tapping at various places with her wand. "Turn around dear."
Harry did as he was told and Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"What?" Harry demanded. "What is it?"
"You've got a nasty gash." She said. "Don't know how I messed it before."
"I don't even feel it." Harry said.
"That's because I just did away with it. You'll have a scar."
"Another one…" Harry said and glared at a mental picture of Voldemort. Then he remembered. "What happened to Voldemort?"
"He- well, it's hard to explain." Madam Pomfrey said. "He's dead- but not really dead."
"What does that mean."
"He can't die, I know you of all people know that."
"Yes." Harry said. "But don't understand."
"We've buried him." The old, plump lady said and sighed. "Deep in the forest, deep underground, without any magical objects in the coffin."
"So he's dead." Katherine said. "Or he will die if he's not dead."
"Yes."
Harry sighed. His life suddenly seemed to bloom in front of him. His greatest enemy was gone. He could finish up school and peruse his dreams without fear. His son was safe and so was Katherine. Life was good, and it could only get better.
THE END
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A/N: Sorry if it was corny or rushed. You should have known that the corny factor was going to happen but let me know if this was rushed, okay? I will be writing an epilogue so, I'll hold all the lists of my credits for being cool and nice to me to the end of that.
This chapter is dedicated to the directors and authors of all the movies and books I ripped off for this ending and in various chapters before this. They could sue me.
See you guys later in the epilogue!
~Tad
((A/N: Eat your heart out, cliffhanger haters.... I'm making you suffer))
((A/N: I'm horribly sorry for all you lovely people who like my cliffhangers.))
Sirius. Harry let out the breath he was holding and Katherine narrowed her eyes at him.
"Sirius, you're going to get yourself hurt. Please go back to the castle?" She said.
"And leave you, my daughter and you ((he looked at Harry)) my best friend's son to die just like that?" He snapped his fingers.
"We're not that easy to beat." Harry said coldly.
"Please?" Katherine begged. "C'mon, we asked you to take care of Jamea for a while. Where is he?"
"Unharmed and safe in Madame Pomfrey's arms."
"Sirius." Harry said hoarsely. "Leave."
"I refuse."
"You'll be killed or hurt."
"I can risk that."
"Please don't!" Katherine said.
"It wouldn't do to die for us. We've participated in illegal Death Eater rallies and-"
"You were enchanted!"
"I wasn't." Katherine murmured. "He didn't enchant me."
Sirius fell silent, looking up the couple.
"Sirius, there isn't anything you can do to help. You're just slowing up what has to be. C'mon now, just leave us to fight."
"Come with me back to the castle."
~* Well, Harry? We could follow him a ways and then jug him over the head so he wont be killed. ~*
~* And throw him into the bushes around Hogwarts until the battle was over? ~*
~* Yeah. ~*
~* That's horrible. ~*
~* I know ~*
~* But it just might work. ~*
~* So you're game? ~*
Harry nodded and said slowly, "If it'll make you feel better."
"It would."
"Okay, c'mon Kat. We're going back."
Sirius shook his head in distaste when Harry put an arm around her waist and she put an arm around his shoulder. He transformed into the great black dog and they began to walk towards the castle.
"Where are you going?"
Once again Katherine and Harry whipped around.
"Well?"
"H-hello, there you are!" Katherine said weakly to Voldemort. He grinned.
"New pet?" He pointed towards Sirius.
"Just a stay." Harry said. "Nothing to worry about."
"Oh." Voldemort said. With a sneer he added, "Then you won't mind if I kill it."
"NO!" Harry and Katherine shouted in unison and then clapped hands over each other's mouths.
"Fine." Voldemort said. He obviously thought they were under his control. "Why aren't you at the castle already?"
"We decided to wait for you." Harry said.
"I'm touched." Voldemort said. Harry was having problems not shouting out in pain, his scar was now throbbing so much.
"Touched in the head." Kat muttered. Harry elbowed her hard in the side.
"What was that?" Voldemort asked, suddenly menacing.
"N-nothing." Kat stammered.
"I smell a traitor."
"Whatever do you mean, my Lord?" Kat asked. Sirius was growling. Harry kicked him.
"Shut up." Harry said as coldly as he could. "You'll only get yourself killed."
"Words of wisdom, Potter. When will you follow them?" Voldemort said.
Harry glared at Voldemort.
"Let me see your necklace, scum." He said to Harry.
Biting back his rage, Harry said the first thing that came to him. "I took it off."
"WHAT?"
"Yes, you heard me, I took off the necklace and so did Katherine."
"You dare disobey my authority?"
Kat and Harry gave him look for look.
"You kidnapped us for a year. You forced us to do inhumanly things. You had us go against every law we've learned. You killed my whole family and Katherine's family as well." Harry said. "You named our baby and you deserve to die a very painful death."
"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed. Harry fell down, twitching in a terrible pain. "You make a touching speech, Potter."
Harry glared through silent tears of pain.
Voldemort wasn't watching Katherine as well as he should have. If he had been looking at her he would have seen the considerably large ball of glowing green energy in her hands.
She hurled it at him. It hit the fiend with a sickening smack and for a few moments he was glowing and screaming but he soon threw it off of himself.
"Silly girl." Voldemort chuckled. "Silly, stupid girl."
"She is not stupid." Harry said, pulling himself off the ground, the Cruciatus curse having been thrown off him. "But we were for having been caught by you."
"You're damn strait. You know I don't think old Dumbledore ever figured out my brilliant pla-"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, catching Voldemort off guard and he watched in horror as his wand flew away from him.
It was like a dog that had chased the same squirrel up the same tree for years and years. When the dog finally caught the squirrel, he didn't know what to do with it. This is how Harry felt/looked. Voldemort was defenseless and Harry KNEW how to kill him. But he just didn't know what to do.
"The tables have been turned it seems." Harry said lightly after a few dumbstruck moment. Sirius had bolted from the place, to find help most likely.
"I don't know what you mean." Voldemort said. They realized that they were circling each other in wide, open lawn.
"Oh, but you do. I've taken you by surprise and now you will be slain by your own sword." Harry said. "Because I will kill you."
"You know I can't die." Voldemort hissed.
"I think I'll be the judge of that." Harry sneered. "Avada Ked- wait a second. I'm not done with you yet."
"Just get it over with Harry. You might net have a chance to get him again." Katherine advised.
"Yes I will." Harry snapped. "And I want satisfaction for all he's taken from me." There was a stinging pain in Harry's shoulder, but he ignored it.
((A/N: Some of you know how much I love the Princess Bride and Tamora Pierce. If you know any of that be prepared for a flashback.))
"What do you mean?"
"I've suffered Tom." Harry said frankly. "More than I should have."
"I had a life of suffering too." Voldemort snapped.
"But you killed people to get over it." Harry said. "I haven't."
"Yes, in your own way you have. I've been keeping track. You've killed 3 Muggles."
"Liar!" Harry screamed. "I did not do that on my own free will! CRUCIO!"
And Harry held the curse on for three seconds, dissatisfied because Voldemort was grinning all through the curse. It wasn't hurting him at all.
"Give up?" He asked.
"No!" Harry said loudly. "CRUCIOTORIOUS!" Harry had found a book at Voldemort's estates on one brief visit there. He had been waiting for Voldemort to arrive when Harry was in his study and Harry had found a book "Extremes" on a bookshelf. It was the extreme of the Cruciatus curse Harry had placed on him.
This time Voldemort was in pain. He did not cry out or shake violently, but he had been thrown backwards, but his eyes were going berserk.
"You win." Voldemort choked out, unable to move his limbs.
"Not yet." Harry said coldly. "Offer me money."
"To stay alive? Yes! All that I have and more!" Voldemort said, looking brighter, eviler.
Harry concentrated on the curse and shoved his wand in the direction of Voldemort's head. "Offer me Power." Voldemort winced, a good sign.
"Yes."
"Offer me everything I want."
"Your hearts truest desire." He croaked in a barely audible voice.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Voldemort's body slumped and fell to ground.
"I want my parents back, you son of a bitch." He threw Voldemort's wand on the ground, and with a satisfied grunt he walked away.
Harry and Katherine didn't speak on the way back to the castle. Harry had a numb feeling of shock about himself and a feeling of foreboding that he didn't like.
There were footsteps behind them.
"That was a nice speech, Potter." Voldemort drawled.
"What?" Harry spun around. He was alive, slightly glowing with some strange red light but alive all the same.
"Pity 'Avada Kedavra' doesn't kill me." Voldemort continued. "Did you think you had won? Poor, mistaken boy, I'm far from dead."
"Good one, now do you want a cookie?" Katherine snapped sarcastically.
Voldemort snapped his fingers. Suddenly Jamea appeared in Voldemort's arms.
"No Jamea!" Katherine screamed and lunged forward, but Harry caught her and held her back.
"He has his father's looks about him." He said finally. The baby was squirming and crying.
"Let his go, Voldemort." Harry said coldly. "He's done nothing to you."
"He's done nothing to me…yet." Voldemort corrected. "I think I shall kill him now…"
"No!" Harry yelled. "Don't kill him!"
There were shouts from inside the castle, Harry knew reinforcements were coming to their aid.
"Now where have I heard that before…?" Voldemort said. He looked at the baby, played with his pudgy little fingers. "Sounds like your parents just before they died."
"Let him go," But the words that escaped Harry's lips weren't his usual light tenor voice but instead a deep baritone. Voldemort looked up in surprise.
It wasn't Harry at all standing there. It was a tall young man of nearly 20 with a neatly trimmed black beard and he was dressed in royal livery with a sword in its hilt and shield glittering in his left hand. A wand was pointed at Voldemort's chest.
"I said let him go!" He said forcefully again.
"M- Merlin!" Voldemort said faintly.
"Give me my child!" A woman called from behind them. Harry looked backward and smiled.
Katherine was not herself either. She was taller and with blue eyes. She had a white, full-skirted dress and she looked ready to kill.
Harry held out his hand. "My Lady Cyrena." He said.
She took his hand and they returned to Voldemort who looked terrified for once in his life.
"Your plan didn't work." Harry said coldly. "We are to good to be used for evil. You should have known that." Harry showed him the sword necklace around his neck. "These could never be used for evil."
"We are stronger than you." Katherine continued. "Give us our child back."
Voldemort didn't budge. Dumbledore, all the teachers (with the exception of Snape ((A/N: you'll recall he killed himself))) skidded out the doors. Hermione, Ron and several other willing seventh years had shown up too. But soon they were all dumbstruck as they watched this happening.
Harry and Kat were starting to glow themselves, with a light as bright as the day and it was a mix of a green and yellow.
"Face the consequences." Katherine said. She and Harry began to move forward to Voldemort.
"Fissure!" Voldemort bellowed. A pain shot up through Harry and Katherine's joined hand, trying to separate them.
"Don't let go!" Harry's new voice hissed.
"I know." The woman that Katherine had turned into replied.
They continued to walk forward, Voldemort began to retreat from them, afraid of the strange sphere of light around the teenagers.
~* On three we kill. One. ~* Harry thought to her. ~* Two. Three! ~*
They lunged forward and Voldemort and Jamea were engulfed in the glow. Voldemort let out a terrible, piercing, high pitched scream that made the 'audience' shudder. The baby giggled happily when he fell into Harry's outstretched hands. ((A/N: sorry how sailor-moony this is getting…I mean that one)
The glow around them flickered and died. Katherine looked her normal self, as did Harry. Voldemort had collapsed on the ground.
"Harry?" Katherine said faintly. She looked to her side. Harry was on the ground too, in a faint the baby safe in his arms. She fainted.
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Harry felt himself being put on a stretcher and felt firm hands take his child away from him. Somehow he knew nothing would come of it.
Somebody opened his mouth for him and poured something down his throat. He coughed and sputtered and sat strait up. He took his bed sheet and tried to wipe the taste of the Pepper-Up Potion off his tongue.
Madam Pomfrey muffled a laugh. "You do that every time." She said.
"Well, its disgusting stuff, Madam."
"I'll say." Katherine said from another bed, coming to herself. "Absolutely horrid. Where's Jamea?"
"I believe your fellow classmates have him in the common room." Madame Pomfrey said. Harry and Kat sat up; ready to get pack into "parent mode" but the doctor shook her head. "No, no, not until I've made sure you're okay."
"I assure you I'm fine." Harry said through gritted teeth when Madam Pomfrey made him take off his shirt.
"Lookit those muscles!" Katherine hooted from her bed, overcome with laughter. Harry scowled at her.
"Shut up!"
"Now, now children." Madame Pomfrey said and began tapping at various places with her wand. "Turn around dear."
Harry did as he was told and Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"What?" Harry demanded. "What is it?"
"You've got a nasty gash." She said. "Don't know how I messed it before."
"I don't even feel it." Harry said.
"That's because I just did away with it. You'll have a scar."
"Another one…" Harry said and glared at a mental picture of Voldemort. Then he remembered. "What happened to Voldemort?"
"He- well, it's hard to explain." Madam Pomfrey said. "He's dead- but not really dead."
"What does that mean."
"He can't die, I know you of all people know that."
"Yes." Harry said. "But don't understand."
"We've buried him." The old, plump lady said and sighed. "Deep in the forest, deep underground, without any magical objects in the coffin."
"So he's dead." Katherine said. "Or he will die if he's not dead."
"Yes."
Harry sighed. His life suddenly seemed to bloom in front of him. His greatest enemy was gone. He could finish up school and peruse his dreams without fear. His son was safe and so was Katherine. Life was good, and it could only get better.
THE END
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A/N: Sorry if it was corny or rushed. You should have known that the corny factor was going to happen but let me know if this was rushed, okay? I will be writing an epilogue so, I'll hold all the lists of my credits for being cool and nice to me to the end of that.
This chapter is dedicated to the directors and authors of all the movies and books I ripped off for this ending and in various chapters before this. They could sue me.
See you guys later in the epilogue!
~Tad
