Hey! I'm not dead! Yeah... okay, this is the second last chapter of Gwynedd's Den. In this chapter, we'll see the return of Des (Thought I'd forgotten her, eh?) Also, more on Sirius and Arabella, the return of Lupin (Yeah!!!!) And more Druid magic!!!!

This chapter is a songfic to the song "Epiphany" by Staind. Pick up their Cd, Break the Cycle, it's really good, the first time I heard this song, I was like "Oh my god, I have to do a songfic to this!" So here it is!

Just so you know, this chapter is kind of in the future. Dumbledore left, I guess... Sometime in May... This chapter takes place during the summer, probably about a month after school ended.

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"Harry! Harry!!! Wake up!! Hurry, come on!"

Harry awoke to Desiree jumping on his bed.

"Mmm... What is it Des..."

"Time. To. Get. Up." The little girl said, hands on her hips.

"Okay, okay, I'm up."

Lily poked her head in the door. "Good morning... I was just coming to wake you up, but appears I'm a little late."

"Morning, Mum."

"Hurry up, we have guests coming..."

"Who?"

"It's a surprise," Desiree giggled, following Lily out the door.

Harry sighed. It was still strange to wake up in a huge room, knowing it was his, being woken up by his mother, and his sister, or at least, as close to one as he had ever had had. Lily had taken Desiree in, so she lived with them know too, in a large house just outside of Hogsmede. Lupin had his own room in the house too, after Lily had insisted he move out of his tiny apartment in London.

Too lazy to get up yet, Harry magicked his clothes over to the bed and then levitated himself, putting them on in mid air. He then crossed his legs and floated himself downstairs.

(A/N- Wouldn't it be nice if you could do that everyday...)

He met Lupin in the hall and went higher to avoid hitting him.

"Morning Harry."

"Morning Remus!"

He proceeded to the kitchen and floated down into one of the chairs. Desiree giggled.

"I wish you wouldn't do that..." Lily said. "You're quite capable of walking down the stairs yourself."

At that moment, she floated herself up to get something off the top shelf.

"You're quite capable of getting a chair to reach the top shelf..." Remus teased, returning to the kitchen.

"Yeah mom, jeez..."

Lily shook her head. "I can't win..."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Harry ran, (Yes, on his feet...) to the door and opened it. There stood Sirius and Arabella, and he immediately let them in.

"What is it?" He asked, noticing the frown on his face.

He held up a letter as they walked to the kitchen. "Bugging us again. ' Dear Mr. Black, we are asking you whether you would provide the Daily Prophet regarding your time at Azkaban, your innocence and the amazing resurrection of your close friend, Lily Potter...' What rubbish. I can't believe they're still bugging us about that."

Lily shook her head. I know. We're getting owls everyday. It's getting more than slightly annoying."

"No kidding." Arabella added. "Just last week, I got a letter asking me to an interview about my 'high profile relationship with Sirius Black'..."

"Never mind, letting the public know..." Remus said. "What about us? Because, I believe, I see quite a rock on your finger, Miss Figg..."

Arabella blushed furiously.

"Yes, those werewolf eyes of yours, Moony. Never could get anything past them, could we?" Sirius laughed. "Yes, I asked her to marry me."

The whole kitchen erupted in laughter just as the doorbell rang.

Harry ran to the door again after congratulating Sirius and Arabella and his mouth dropped as he did.

"Herm-"

He hadn't seen Hermione since the end of school, due to the fact that she had gone with her family to France, and she was supposed to be gone, to his knowledge, for another week.

"You're supposed to be in France."

"Came back early." She smiled as he pulled her inside and shut the door and then they're lips met.

Harry drank Hermione in, kissing her deeply, one arm around her waist, pulling her to him, the other lost in her hair.

"Remind you of anyone?" Lupin mused, peeking from the kitchen.

"Who? Lily and James?" Arabella said. "Definitely."

Hey, we weren't that bad, were we?"

" 'Lil... You guys couldn't keep your hands off each other..."

"Okay, so we were that bad." She blushed almost as red as her hair.

Harry and Hermione were pulled out of their joint reverie by a giggle.

The looked up to see Des, a smile on her face.

"Someone else is at the door." She smiled sweetly.

Harry laughed and opened it, revealing Ron and Neville on the doorstep.

"Took you guys long enough..." Neville commented as Harry led them all into the adjacent sitting room.

"So what are you guys doing here anyway?" He asked as they all sat down, Desiree heading back to the kitchen to bug the adults. (She absolutely adored Lupin.)

"Actually, I have no idea." Ron said. "Your mom just asked us to come over today. Said it was a surprise."

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon."

They sat for a while, just talking, Hermione telling them about her vacation to France, and the boys discussing enthusiastically the upcoming Quidditch world cup. They carefully skirted the events of the previous school year, needing to at least attempt to forget.

About a half an hour later, Lily led the adults into the room, closely tailed by Desiree, who immediately took up a place next to "HG".

"So Lil..." Sirius asked as he sat down, Arabella, falling into his lap, "what are we all here for?"

"We're going to Godric's Hollow."

A thick silence filled the room, and no one uttered a word for what seemed like an eternity.

"Lil..." Sirius began. "You don't want to go there... It's ruble... There's nothing there."

"Yeah... I was there, and it was just ruins, over grown. And that was about seven years ago."

"There's a spell."

"Oireas de an talamh brioct." Hermione said.

"Sorry, you're gonna have to translate that for us less Druidicly inclined..." Ron commented.

"History of the Land charm." Harry said, summoning a large volume from the bookshelf across the room. He opened and words began to appear across the page.

Hello Harry

(A/N- Ha! You'd all forgotten about Harry's book, huh?)

Can you show me that spell that Hermione and I found a few months ago? An Oireas de an talamh brioct.

Turn the page.

Harry did so, and read the paragraph aloud, translating the Gaelic in his head so the others would understand.

"The History of the Land Charm. The caster can choose a plot of land, and once marked appropriately in regards to the spell, must say the incantation, and the chosen area will be restored to it's state in the chosen time period. To do a large plot of land, in the past, whole tribes of druids would cast the spell together to affect leagues of land. But almost every time, it never worked, and for the longest time no one could figure out why."

"What happened?" Neville asked.

"The caster has to have a bond, some sort of connection with the land. Either they grew up there, they lived there, occasionally it would work if they needed something from the land."

"So you're going to bring back the house?" Arabella said. "Lily, that's wonderful! You'll be able to get a lot of your things... the photos, jewelry..."

"Memories..." Sirius added glumly.

"Mum?" Harry asked. "Are- are we going to live in Godric's Hollow?"

She shook her head. "Goodness no. I- I couldn't. Too many memories."

Another awkward silence filled the room, but this time, it was broken by Neville's shy voice.

"Why did you invite me to come?" He asked, looking questionably at Lily.

She smile warmly at him. "I was very good friends with your mother, and your father. I have some things at the house that I think you'll like."

He smiled, and then Sirius brought up another point.

How are we all getting there, Lil?"

"Well... I was thinking a transportation spell. Hermione and Harry have had lots of practice."

They smiled weekly, again, thoughts of the previous school year not eluding them.

"Which one?" Harry asked. "An Easy one?"

"I dunno... You guys haven't been to Godric's Hollow, or at least that you remember... so I guess we'll have to use the do mhear a leagan ar red charm."

"Pinpoint Charm?" Sirius asked, trying to decipher it using his limited knowledge of Gaelic.

"Yeah. Ron, and Neville, go with Hermione, Des and Remus with Harry, Arabella and Sirius with me, okay? Harry, you go first."

Des walked over and jumped on his shoulders, in a piggy back and Remus stood beside him.

"Ar shiul!"

And all three of them disappeared.

Next went, Hermione, Ron and Neville, disappearing in the same manner.

Just Lily, Sirius and Arabella were left standing in the room, and Lily took a deep breath.

"You sure you can do this?" Arabella asked, looking at her friend.

She nodded, and, closing her eyes, muttering the spell under her breath.

"Ar shiul!"

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Harry opened his eyes, not knowing what he was going to find in front of him. When his vision became clear, he looked around, words failing him.

Like Sirius had said, there was nothing but ruble, over grown with moss and ferns. A little charred, rotten wood, crumbled stone. He was vaguely aware of Desiree still hanging from his neck, and Remus standing behind him, but one thought ran through his mind.

This was my home.

He felt Desi jump off his back and Hermione slipped her arm around his waist.

"You okay?"

"No. How 'bout you?"

"Nope. It's just- I don't know. It's hard. I wish I hadn't gone to France."

Harry looked down at her, surprised. "Why? You got to get away from everything."

She shook her head. "It was horrible. I missed you... I still felt horrible, and... Everything was here when I got back."

They stood in silence, eyes surveying the ruble before them, marginally aware of Lily and the others arriving behind them.

Several moments later, Hermione and Harry were revived from their stupor by a blinding green flash. When they could see again, they gasped.

The house seemed to be rebuilding itself right before their eyes, moving backwards, all the damage to it slowly being undone. It shimmered as it became more uniform, all the pieces coming together. Bunches of Honeysuckle, gorgeous red and yellow rose bushes and row after beautiful flowers seemed to just shoot out of the ground, creating a beautiful garden around the quaint, little two story cottage. A little cobblestone bath led up to the front door, Marked on both sides by a row of wild daisies. The house was built out of stone and wood, painted the traditional blue and white colors that were often associated with most dwellings of the like.

"You lived here?" Hermione breathed, amazed. "It looks... just like a fairy tale..."

Harry's mouth was hanging open, and he turned to look at his mother behind him. She was leaning heavily against Remus, and it was obvious the spell had taken a lot out of her. Wanting to get her inside so she could rest, they all hurried to the front door.

"It's locked..." Sirius said, trying the doorknob. "Do you have a key, Lil?"

"Honestly..." She said, breathing still labored. "Are you a wizard or not..."

"Alohomora..." Hermione said, not even bothering to get her wand out and lock clicked.

"Almost as bad as Hermione back in first year..." Ron remarked as they entered. "Remember Harry?" He put on his best Hermione voice. "Devil's Snare, Devil's snare... Likes dark and dank... We need a fire... But there's no wood!"

"Hey... Not funny. The fact that I could remember saved our asses."

Remus help Lily to sit down on the couch and Sirius ventured to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

A few seconds later, his voice rang out from the kitchen. "Hey Lil... Is any of this food safe? I mean, there's half of Harry's 1st birthday cake here..."

"If it was safe whatever the day the house was exactly like this, it's safe now."

"Great! Anyone want fourteen year old birthday cake?"

"Why not?" Arabella said. "I'll help you." She ventured towards the kitchen, and Lily, realizing she wasn't going to be getting a glass of water anytime soon, conjured one herself. "So Harry, what do you think of your house?"

"Well, it- Shit, what the hell is that!!!"

He was pointing to something in the corner. It was see-through, barely there, like a wraith or a ghost.

Lily laughed. "It's- I guess, a memory wraith. Part of the spell I did involves your memories, so I guess they're the foundation of whole spell. So, the wraiths are, my memories. Look close and you may be able to recognize them. Oh, and watch your language, dear."

"Sorry mom."

Too late to be recognized, the wraith in the corner had disappeared, two more had appeared. They floated across the room and them disappeared.

"I know that was you Professor Lu- I mean Remus..." Hermione said. "But who was the other?"

"Tara..." He said, not bothering to elaborate.

Ron, Hermione, Neville and Harry all turned questioning eyes to Lily, but she just shook her head and mouthed "Later".

"This is a little creepy..." Neville remarked as several more wraiths appeared and then disappeared again, including a few baby Harry's, Lily, James, Sirius, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Pettigrew ("Out of all the people that I remember..." Lily sighed), Remus, and a few other people they couldn't recognize.

"Sirius, where's our cake?" Remus yelled.

No answer.

"They're probably reminiscing." Ron said, and the whole room burst into laughter.

"Who's coming to explore with me?" Harry asked, and Desiree, Neville, Ron and Hermione joined him, leaving Remus and Lily alone to examine the photo albums she had summoned off the shelf alone.

"Upstairs?" Ron suggested.

Harry nodded and they all climbed the hardwood staircase, their feet landing on comfortable carpet at the top. The first door to the right was the bathroom. Then came his parents' room. It was decorated in reds and golds, similar to the gryffindor color scheme. After that followed three guest rooms. ("Well... Look at how many wraiths are around. They must have had quite a few guests coming and going," Hermione rationalized.) Then a small den or sitting room, finally leaving a single door at the end of the hall. Harry pushed the door open eagerly, looking around. He had wondered, among many other things about his life before his parents had died, what his bedroom was like. It was decorated with as if he was outside at night, the stars sparkling above and it seemed awfully familiar-

"Wow!" Desiree said, faces lighting up.

"Hey, your room was decorated like the Hogwarts grounds!" Neville said. "Look, there's the lake, the forbidden forest, the school in the background. Even Hagrid's hut and the Womping Willow there."

"Oh Harry... Look..." Hermione said, pointing to four figures moving across the grounds.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." Ron said, watching as the wolf, rat, shaggy black dog and the shimmering white stag bounded back and forth across the border of the forbidden forest.

"You called?" At that moment, Sirius and Remus appeared in the door, their typical, insane grins plastered across their faces.

"Someone want to fill me in here? Cuz I'm confused..." Neville said.

"Oh... Well, when my dad and Sirius and Peter found out Remus was a werewolf, they decided to become illegal animagi to keep him company." Harry said.

"Yeah..." Hermione added. "James was a stag, Peter a rat, hence how he was able to escape and Sirius here, who hasn't figured out yet that he has lipstick and chocolate cake smeared all over his face, was the grim."

Sirius blushed a furious pink color and then quickly changed the subject. "Anyways... We have food, but sorry, We ate all the cake, you guys'll just have to live with what we got, okay?" He stopped and looked around the room. "We did do a good job on the room, huh Moony? He never even got to use any of the special features we added."

"What a waste..." Remus answered, laughing.

"What features?" Harry asked, curious.

"Well, there's a built in Map, kind of like the Marauder's map, but of the house." Remus pointed his wand at the lake on the wall, and said "I solemnly swear I am up to no good but my pranks will never be as good as the marauders." The lake shimmered and turned into a diagram of the house.

"Hmmm..." Hermione said. "Let me guess who thought up that password..."

"Sirius." Ron, Hermione, Neville, Harry and Lily, who had just appeared from the hallway all said.

"Actually..." Remus laughed, "it was me."

"Should have known." Lily shook her head. "Come on down, let's eat."

While they ate through several pizzas, Remus and Sirius continued to explain all the features they had added to his room for when he was old enough to use them, while Lily frowned and shook her head, seen as this was the first she had heard of most of them.

"Well, there are about ten secret compartments... You can put a password on the door... It was soundproofed, but Lily made us take those off because she couldn't hear you crying."

"Jesus, Sirius! Harry was one, not twenty one!" Arabella said.

"No kidding..." Lily said. "And I remember yelling at them "And why do you just assume my son's going to turn out just like you?!"

"I, uh- think you had that part wrong, Lil..." Remus said.

"You definitely inherited your father's sense of adventure..." Lily said dryly. "Anyways, I want to show you guys some stuff. Accio photo album."

The book flew in a wide arc and landed neatly in her hand. She spread it out on the table, banishing the pizza boxes, and opened it to the first page.
It was obviously James and Lily's wedding album, as the first page featured a picture of the two of them arm in arm, James in his tux, Lily in her dazzling white dress, arm in arm.

Harry flipped the page, and the page featured the whole wedding party, waving and smiling.

"I know Sirius was the best man, but who was your maid of honor?" Harry asked.

"Well... I couldn't really decide. So I just had all my bridesmaids. We did have an awfully large wedding party. See there's your dad with Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dylan, Gus, and Frank, your dad, Neville. Then there's me, and Arabella, Tara, Carly, Minerva and Krista, Neville's mom."

"McGonagall was part of your wedding party?" Ron asked, surprised.

Lily nodded. "She went to school with us. Part of our group."

"Okay... So we know you guys, Minerva, Neville's parents, but who are all these other people?" Hermione asked.

Lily sighed. "Well... This is Dylan and Carly Prewett. They-"

"Were killed by Voldemort, along with the rest of their families." Harry finished. "Hagrid told me, back in first year."

"This is Mundungus." Sirius said. "He works as a medi-wizards at St. Mungo's."

"He actually delivered you, Harry." Sirius said.

"That's Tara, right?" Neville said. "That wraith we saw in the living room?"

Remus nodded. "Tara Bones. She was my fiancee, but she was killed too."

Silence spread throughout the room, but Hermione, in an attempt to avoid brooding, Hermione quickly changed the subject.

"So, what was your wedding like?"

Lily smiled, a twinkle in her eye as she remembered. "It was amazing... Arabella's mom planned a lot of it. Actually, I thing you know her. Old Mrs. Figg, lived across the street from you in Privet Drive."

"Her! She was your mother?"

Arabella nodded. "She was placed there as part of your 'protection, per se... After Lily and James were killed."

Harry nodded.

"Well... We had it in this gorgeous cathedral in a tiny little wizarding settlement in Southern Ireland... Beautiful place. The Cathedral was decked out with dozens of white lilies and yellow roses... Oh, I can't even remember how many people were there. Most of the teachers from Hogwarts were there, Most of the people we went to school with... People from the village, Ministry officials, my parents..." She wrinkled her nose. "My sister and that horrible husband of hers..."

Harry laughed. "Hey, you didn't have to live with them."

"I know, and you have no idea how sorry I am."

"Hey Lil... Have you considered paying them a little visit?" Sirius asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, I have actually... And I'm sure they'd love to see you Sirius..." At that statement, the adults burst out laughing.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Well..." Arabella said. "Somehow Sirius managed to sneak away from the table, grabbing Frank on the way. They got a hold of your aunt, Harry..."

"I asked her to dance," Sirius said, "And because of the congeniality charms Tara had put on them as they came in, she had to be nice and say yes. And coincidentally-"

"Nothing is a coincidence with you, Padfoot..." Remus shook his head.

"As I was saying, coincidentally, it just happened to be a swing song, so we started dancing, and it turns out dear Petunia was quite good... So Frank decided to, well, showcase her talent..."

"It was quite funny to see her dancing, since she was pregnant at the time with Dudley, already showing." Lily added.

"Your father," Remus said, pointing to Neville, "put a levitation charm on them and the floated up to about ten feet above the rest of the dancing couples. Petunia kept on dancing, oblivious. Near the end of the song, Sirius flipped her over his head, flashing her frilly white underwear to everyone, and just as she realized she was ten feet in the air, sent her into one final dip."

"Then of course, by accident... The words 'Finite Incantatem' seemed to slip from Frank's mouth."

"He didn't!" Hermione said.

"He did..." Sirius laughed. "Right over the punch bowl, might I add."

The whole group was in stitches laughing, and Desiree fell off of Remus' knee, she was laughing so hard.

"I think I have a rather good picture of it actually." Lily said, skipping over a few pages in the wedding album. "Here it is."

The picture was quite good. It was a close up, and showed Petunia's surprised face just before Sirius dropped her. On the next page, it showed her climbing out of the huge punch bowl.

"She must have been furious!" Neville said.

"No actually..." Arabella laughed. "It was a VERY strong congeniality charm... She handed Sirius about a hundred pounds to pay for the punch she'd ruined."

"So that's why Dudley ended up so screwed up... He was dropped in a punch bowl before he was born..." Hermione said.

This sent the whole group into another uncontrollable fit of laughter.

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The adults had moved up to the sitting room, leaving the younger part of the group to explore downstairs. Desiree had passed out on the couch and Hermione had carried her upstairs and tucked her into bed in one of the guest rooms, returning to pouring over the photo albums from the shelf. She looked up periodically towards Ron and Neville, who were in the middle of a chess match, playing with a solid Crystal and sapphire chess set Harry had found on one of the shelves. And to everyone's surprise- Neville was winning.

Harry was wandering aimlessly around the bottom floor. He spent a little while out in the backyard, finding quite a few of his toys strewn across the grass. When he was inside, he wandered, watching the wraiths, went through the cupboards, examined the contents of the shelves, picking up objects of interest every once in a while, not looking for anything in particular, just looking.

And all the while, his mind, his thoughts, were in the past. But not to when he lived here, not to the time when both his parents were alive.

To the last year.

What was gone.

And what he had gained.

Ginny's face kept coming to him, he could almost see her there, fading in and out, like the wraiths around him.

What was it that she had said?

*Your words to me just a whisper*
*Your face is so unclear*

****"No. Because it could never be real." She began to get angry. "You've never loved someone before! All your life, you've been filled with hate! Don't you think we can tell? When you're in love... you know whether it's genuine of not! You don't get it! You'll never get it. Because no one could ever love you!! And it could never ever work with Harry and I, and I know that! So it's not going to work. He's in love with Hermione. He will always be in love with Hermione!! You can't fool me... Harry is my friend. I love him for that. I will always cherish him for that."****

Where had that come from? He didn't ever remember her saying that...

*I try to pay attention...*
*Your words just disappear*

Did he ever really pay attention to her?

Or anyone for that matter?

Was he too busy wallowing in his own self-pity to notice what was going on around him half the time?

*'Cause it's always raining in my head*
*Forget all the things I should have said*

He shook the thought off. Why? Was he afraid to know the truth... Afraid to really know himself?

Nothing made sense.

He walked through the sitting room, aware of the tension in the room between Neville and Ron, aware of Hermione briefly looking up at him as he passed and headed for the stairs.

Did he really know any of them?

Did any of them know him?

*So I speak to you in riddles*
*Cause the words get in my way*

He tread softly towards the room, pushing open the door but not bothering to close it behind him. The stars on the ceiling sparkled, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs dashed past.

He sat on the bedspread, a million thoughts rolling through his head, each one needed to be though through, each one he was most unwilling to touch.

What had Professor Dumbledore said in that letter?

"You may be the boy who lived, but you lived for everyone else, not yourself. Not may people get second chances. You deserve this one after everything you've done. Use it well."

*Smoke the whole thing to my head*
*And feel it wash a way*

"Sorry Professor... I guess I failed you in that department..."

So it was over. Supposedly.

They had never found Albus Dumbledore's body.

But they never found Tom Marvolo Riddle's either.

His wand yes.

But no body.

So, they said it was over. But would it ever be over? Everyone was just so bloody sick of it all... So they said it was over.

They hoped to God it was.

And for all intensive purposes, it seemed that it was. Death Eater activity ceased, they all scattered to the wind.

Because they hadn't found a body either.

But- Harry refused to believe it was over. Because- he was the boy who lived. His life had existed only through the conflict. He was the centre of it, he was the one always expected to end it.

Sorry to disappoint everybody.

But it was over, it was over.

But had taken part of him with it.

Part of his family, his faith, his life.

It had to end.

It had, but it hadn't.

*Cause I can't take anymore of this*
*I wanna come apart*

God, it just- How was he still alive? The question plagued him everyday. Because so many had died, but he- what was so special about him?

And that brought on the guilt.

He hadn't cried at Dumbledore's funeral. He had forced himself not to, and honestly, he didn't know if there were any tears left.

He didn't know when she came in, but he didn't have to look up to see it was her. She put her arms around him, and rocked him... Let him cry.

*Dig myself a little hole*
*Inside your precious heart*

And he let it all go.

*Cause it's always raining in my head*
*Forget all the things I should have said*

"It's okay Harry... It's okay... I'm here..."

Some one was there.

So many people...

*I am nothing more that a little boy inside*
*That cries out for attention*

They all wanted something from him, almost all of them wanted something from him that he could never quite give.

Or give completely.

Peace.

*Yet I always try to hide*

There would always be those who woke up at night, shaking from the nightmares. Those that shed tears for the lost. Those violated, stricken, broken, hurt people.

People like him.

*Cause I talk to you like children*
*Though I don't know how I feel*

Was he a hero to anybody? He didn't know.

He had survived.

There were a million bad decisions he had made, no where near enough the right amount of good ones. Did he have regrets? Of course. But he thought he had known the right thing.

It got him through, remembering that. Just barely, but it got him through.

*But I know I'll do the right thing*
*if the right thing is revealed*

He did what he could.

*Cause it's always raining in my head*
*Forget all the things I should have said...*

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Hermione opened the door to the hallway, looking both ways, checking to see if the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, she crept out of the guestroom, heading to Harry's room, two doors away.

"Good night Hermione."

She whirled, facing Lily in the dark. In what little light there was, she could see a smile on her face.

"Good night Lily..."

She smiled as she watched Harry's mother head into the room across from hers, and she crept into Harry's, closing the door quietly and sliding under the sheets with him.

"Hey..." He said, smiling in the dark.

"Feeling better?" She whispered, slipping her arms around his waste.

"Mmmm..." He said, giving here a quick kiss.

"Good..." They kissed again, this time long and slow, until Hermione let out a moan. Harry clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Shh... My mother is down the hall..."

"Actually, she's across the hall... And the room is soundproofed."

"Okay..." She pulled her towards her again, and then he realized what she said. "Across the hall?"

She nodded, and they both burst into laughter. Harry rolled over and pulled her onto his stomach.

"And how did you come by this information? Sneaking around my house, were you?"

"We sort of... Met in the hallway..."

"I'm sure... I think you were just missing our detective days at school..."

"I solemnly swear that I wasn't up to no good."

"Well... I am..." He rolled over again, pinning her underneath him.

"Just bring it..."
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So... that's nearly the end... One more chapter, but nothing else really happens in the story... it's just from Harry's POV, written in first person, and he reflects on everything... being a Druid, Hermione, his mother, his father, Ginny, Dumbledore.... Like I said, everything. That should wrap it up! *tear* My baby, my project... it's almost over! I'm right now, just touching up the revised version, and just have to write the last chapter, and I'll post that too, k?

Oh by the way, Ar shiul basically means, "gone". FYI

So a few last things:

Thank you to my uncle for sending me my irish/english dictionary, and a book on celtic mythology.

Thanks to my friend Desiree for letting me borrow her first name and little bit of her personality when we were younger, and my pal Steph, for letting me borrow her last name (KOENIG) for the purposes of my original character, Desiree. Thank you, even though I didn't ask!

Thanks to my friend Vickitoria, who always encourages me, and puts up with me, when really, she should walk away. (Talk about tolerance.)

And finally, Kirky Muffin. This chapter is dedicated to her. She's been bugging me to finish it forever, so she gets a peek at it first! Luv ya hun, Merry Christmas!

And Jen.... My faithful reviewer who actually sent me an e-mail! Yeah! And you know what, I promised to e-mail the next part... and then I deleted her e-mail by accident! So... e-mail me again, and I promise you get the revised version first! And the final chapter! I'm sooooooooooooooooo sorry.

And finally (I said that already, didn't I? I guess I wasn't done.) Thanx sooooooooooooooooooo much to my faithful (and not so faithful) reviewers on fanfiction.net. Luv you all.

Merry Christmas to all of you! And if you don't celebrate, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Ramada and id! I luv you all and wish you all the best for the holidays and the new year.