The Revelation:

Reality: The Saga Ends

Author's Notes: VERY IMPORTANT! If you just tuned in to see Chapter 11, GO BACK AND READ THE LAST PART OF CHAPTER 10. I changed it, because I thought it would flow better. Now that you know that, enjoy the end of my first Harry Potter fan fic.

Well, here I am. I'm sitting on a train that's steaming (do trains still "steam"?) to my villa in Campobasso, Italy. Perhaps after that, we would go to the house in Hanover, then the flat in Paris. Who knows?

I lean back in my seat, and remember how it all had happened.

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That night, Severus and I went straight to Dumbledore. I told him who I was (Sarah Parks), who my parents were (Daniel and Mary Parks. My brother was Kevin), where I was from (London, mostly), and what had happened that night.

We had been going to a company dinner. My father's company, that is. He had insisted on driving himself. He hadn't wanted to take the limousine. He didn't want to make a spectacle of us.

We were on the highway, and the road was still slick from a brief spell of rain. I saw the truck coming down the road. In fact, my brother pointed it out to us. He loved trucks.

The truck lost control, and swerved into our lane. My father tried to turn, but it was no use. The momentum from the turn threw me out the window. I wasn't wearing my seat belt. I was above such simple laws.

I remember laying on the ground after coming to. Glass was imbedded in my flesh, like a swarm of rat sized bees had stung me all over. I had a head wound. The blood was trickling into my eye.

I saw the twisted metal. I saw it go up in flames. I heard them scream. My parents. My brother. My family. They died in front of my very eyes.

I miss them so much.

Dumbledore was so good to me. He didn't even say a word about the fact that Severus had come with me, and that it was quite obvious where I had intended to spend the night.

The entire time I had been at his school, he had let me wear my Muggle clothing, too. He didn't even suggest I change.

He cared.

What I hadn't known was that he knew who I was the entire time I was at Hogwarts.

When he told me this my mouth dropped open.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked pitifully.

"You needed to remember on your own. I wanted to, Sarah, but I couldn't. Madame Pomfrey told me that I musn't, so I didn't," Dumbledore explained patiently.

I suppose that made sense. You see, the news of my parents death was in all the papers. Both Muggle and Wizard. My mother worked for the Ministry, and my father worked in Parliment and owned a rather popular bookstore chain.

In no short terms, I was one very rich orphan. Well, no longer an orphan. My birthday had passed without my knowing. I was eighteen years old.

It also turns out that the "us" who had sent that ominous letter and my trunk were none other than my god-parents. They were Muggle through and through. They didn't want me, so they had sent their chauffeur to leave me at Hogwarts. Though not literally, as I gathered from a phone conversation I had with them later on.

I studied hard the rest of that year. A lot was coming back to me, and I moved on quickly through Hogwarts. I actually graduated that year, thanks to the added help of the Hogwarts' staff. Many an hour I spent after class, learning new lesson after new lesson.

I'm a quick learner.

I was able to sort out my parents' estates. They were worth somewhere in the range of £51.3 million. There were houses all over Europe, and two in America. Those I sold right away. I was only a little girl when I had gone there, and I had no need to go to America.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione soon became my best friends. Not surprising, as I basically detested everyone else I had to spend time with.

Yes, that's right. I graduated a Slytherin. Though I never did spend another night in that horrid dormitory. Dumbledore kindly over looked the fact that I had no possessions in there.

He knew where to find me if he needed me anyway.

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Severus nudged me and pointed out the window. We were passing through the Alps. I woke Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They had never been to the Alps, from what I gathered. They had never been to Italy either.

I told them that they could come with me this summer if they could handle Severus.

I told Severus he could come if he promised to not kill Ron, Harry, or Hermione.

Both parties quickly agreed. A tour of Europe was worth it. Maybe they would even learn to enjoy each other's company.

"Stop breathing on the glass," Severus snapped at Ron.

"I'm not breathing on the glass," Ron snapped back. "I'm just looking!"

I guess not.

It was not the school year. Ron could snap as much as he wanted.

"No arguing," I said, as I leaned against Severus and looked out the window.

I suppose someone might say this is the perfect "happy ending story". But they're wrong.

It's only the beginning.

~Fin~