Chapter 8

Well, here it is, chapter eight. I'm really unsure about this 1, so pleez tell me if itz cool or if I should get rid of it entirely. Thanx!!!!! LAST CHAPTER-Party! This is definitely worth reading. I know, I know. It's about time, huh? Please R/R. I have another story that I'm working on, never fear!!!! Hehe.lol. Alright, I'm really depressed right now. My poor wittul first story on Ffnet, almost done. Awwww. Oh, well.

Does anyone else think that it's impossible to cry at your own story? Well, this one almost made me cry. That's how sad it is. It's a really happy ending. It's just one of those moments that's so darn sappy you just start crying. Like my Christmas Program. Awwww. Well, here it is. I hope that the ending is worthy of this story, which, according to your reviews, is so great. (I personally think that it's not so amazing.)

Alright. Finally, here is the last chapter.

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"Wait," I said again. I was standing in the middle of the hall. I realized how absurd the situation was. I was standing there, Harry on my right, Ron on my left, both at the ends of the room, and then Melissa and Alicia were watching, and even giggling, which was getting really annoying. It was almost like I had been cheating on Ron. I hadn't done that-yet. But was loving Harry like I had never really loved Ron so terrible? Or is it just normal? I don't know.

"Okay, let's get this all straightened out. Ron, don't freak out, okay? Harry just showed up here for some reason, I don't know why he didn't show up earlier, but whatever. Harry, don't freak out either. Ron and I are still together, but you aren't going anywhere. Not until you have somewhere to go and you tell us where you've been all this time. Okay, now let's sit down and talk this out." Quite a speech I had there. Wow.

We all sat down at the nearest table. I noticed that they both sat next to me. That was rather odd. It definitely wasn't bad, though!

Harry went first. "Okay, well, since everyone's dying to find out, it was because of Voldemort. He made me stay away from big cities for five years or someone that I knew would die. He was in hell for five years, and now his soul's dead, so his curse is over. And now I'm back here." I knew that I was that person that would have died. That was so sweet of him, to wait for five whole years. Amazing, really.

"Alright, now we finally know! We're getting somewhere!" I saw the look on Ron's face and knew that I had to say something.

"But we're not getting anywhere. We still have a date tonight." Ron looked really grumpy.

"It's okay. We still need to work this out." Why don't guys ever want peace?

"There's only one way to work this out," Ron muttered. "You should know what that is. You've got to choose. It's me or Mr. Hi-I-Just-Showed- Up-Here-So-Marry-Me Potter. Who's it gonna be?"

I really don't like situations like this. The answer was so clear, but still. It didn't feel right. This was how I saw it:

Harry. The most awesome guy I had ever known. He's finally back. He lived a miserable life just to save me. He lived like that just because he knew that someday he would come back and get me. Now's my chance!

Ron. The guy that didn't go off and leave me. But then again, he didn't save the world. He also didn't make himself miserable because of me.

I mean, how dumb is that? It's not even a choice. It's just, like, telling them what they probably already know! I'll try that.

"Well, I think you already know. Do I even have to say it?" I'm looking at the floor.

"Actually, we don't know. So tell us, please." Harry is so much more polite than Ron, who's looking at me like, "Just say my name and let's go to dinner." Sorry, dude, not this time.

"Okay. Um, do you want to know why?" I didn't want this whole huge argument to erupt.

"Alright." Harry again. No duh.

"Well, this person is really brave and totally amazing. He helped to save the world," Ron's face fell, "And I've loved him since I was eleven. So that person is, the love of my life, Harry Potter." Harry hugged me, and I finally had everything I wanted. Wait. No, almost everything.

"Why, you stupid little moron. You obviously don't know how to choose a man." Yipes. Now Ron's after me. Not the effect I wanted.

"But Ron-" Harry tried to speak up for me. I didn't need that. I'm a normal person, and I can speak for myself.

"It's okay, Harry. And Ron, yes, I do. I obviously pick the guy who is a lot nicer, and doesn't think of me as an object, sort of a trophy to show who they are. I like guys that know that I'm a person. That I can think for myself, and that I don't need loads of help trying to make every decision that I need to make. I think that I can pick just fine. If you have a problem with that, you can march it straight out those doors," I said, pointing at the double doors that lead straight out of Hogwarts, "Because I happen to be the headmistress of this school and I don't want teachers at my school that are not worthy. And I also happen to know someone that would take your place." Wow, I'm on a roll tonight. I just won't shut up, now that I've told Ron to let me speak in the first place.

"Fine, then, I will. Goodbye." He summoned up everything that he owned and headed out the doors. I actually didn't feel half-bad about what I had done. I was really glad.

"Amazing. I never had the courage to tell him off like that in all my years here. You've gotten pretty good." Harry smiled.

"Yes, I guess I have. Well, maybe it's not that I had the courage before. Actually, that's the first time I did that well. But it's just that I haven't been so mad before." I sighed. "I really had a lot to be mad at him for."

"You certainly did." Harry checked his watch. "It's still early, so do you want to go somewhere for dinner?"

"I'd love to." So we went to that restaurant after all. It was honestly the best night of my whole entire life.



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*~*~Epilogue*~*~

Harry and I have been together ever since. We were together when he became Minister of Magic, in 2010, when we were just in our late twenties. We were together when I opened up more schools for young wizards, in America, Canada, and Australia, since I loved those places so much when I went to them. We were together forever. And now, we're here, up in Heaven, together.



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