Author's note: I thought that I made things pretty clear last chapter, where I intended on living off, but people say I haven't and so I wrote this. It's not like you made me change everything, because from the beginning I wasn't sure where to leave off and so here's the finale.

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Madame Hooch zoomed on her broom to catch a better view of the game in progress. It was the championship game between Slytherin and Gryffindor, as always in the passed few years. Ever since HE came to the Gryffindor team. Though her might deep in thought her incredible eyesight caught an offence made by a Slytherin player and she called it. In her new job this eyesight was a blessing and not the curse she perceived it to be.

'Why am I here?' She asked herself for the millionth, as she kept her broom steady and her eyes on the game. 'Why did I accept Dumbledore's offer? Did I think this job would redeem me? Was it a way for me to get back to the game I love? Or a way to punish myself, going back to where my life went to hell?' She tried to brush the thoughts away, but they were persistent. It has been several years since she took the offer and you'd expect her to stop this silly line of thought, but she couldn't. She simply had no idea what drove her to take this job- this lifeline. It was just that feeling you get inside, screaming at you to do something, which made her realize this was it. This is what she was meant to do. She wasn't about to go as far as calling it 'destiny', because she used to think that being a successful Quidditch player was her destiny, so she decided on calling it 'fate'. She made a huge mistake, one that she paid dearly for, and now she was paying her debt to society. Rolanda smirked as she recalled the objections from parents worrying about what kind of an example she was setting. But she knew Dumbledore was right in his choice, how better to teach someone not to do something, than show him what could happen if he did? It made sense to Rolanda, but there was something that didn't: Why none of the students approached her or mocked her about her eyes. Surely their parents told them about her accident? But then, with Dumbledore in charge you never know. All the secrets his teachers are keeping from students- Lupin being a werewolf and the rumors about Snape being a Death Eater and she, she was surprised the school wasn't closed down. What kind of a Kook was Dumbledore for putting these people in a school? As educators nonetheless! What kind of an education can you get from such characters? she wondered slyly.

She rode her broom higher in the air to get a better view of that Potter boy. 'Oh he's definitely something', she thought to herself, as he finally noticed the Golden Snitch, which she already kept an eye on from the first moment it was let loose and managed to keep it, the Potter kid and the game in focus, her eyes were that keen. She often thought of the promise Harry had in him, like she had when she was in school. You had to be blind not to see that the boy had skill, but did he have ambition? And what would become of him if he succumbed to it? He'd probably end up no better than she did and she would not have it. For as long as she'd teach here, she planned on making sure Harry kept it all in prospective and didn't lose it to the game. If there was one 'calling' for her, she was sure this was it. Making sure the kid made it through school level headed, the rest would be up to him. Since the moment he saw a Quidditch field she monitored him (without his knowing of course) whether as Madame Hooch, or as an eagle.

Rolanda watched as Harry caught the ball and the game ended, with the winners cheering and the losers moping. She landed as the rest of the audience began to return to the school, several carrying Harry in the air, the Gryffindors laughing madly as if they just won the largest sum of money possible. She silently chastised them for their behavior; she knew what kind of pressure Harry was under, as she lived through it herself. But it seemed that Harry was dealing with it well, as opposed to her conduct, which brought shame to the entire school. She placed her broom in its place, locking the closet and turned to her quarters. It doesn't seem like she would need much work to be done on the boy, but she will observe him just the same. Perhaps 'stalking' would be the proper word, as she watched him without his knowing or consent, but she knew the Headmaster was aware, as he once suggested she take up another hobby rather than making sure Harry brushed his teeth and did his homework. Rolanda laughed, remembering how awkward she felt at that moment and opened her window, as was her custom every night. She flew into the night's breeze, carefree and mirthful. If birds could smile with that beak of a mouth, this one would, as her thoughts returned to the boy who lived.

'I'm going to make sure you make it, Harry' she thought, as she rode the thermal higher into the air. 'You won't fall victim to ambition, not as long as I live' she promised silently and disappeared into the night's sky.

Somewhere in the Hogwarts dorms was a boy with an intricate scar on his forehead. This boy's sleep was peaceful and undisturbed, as he turned in his bed, making himself comfortable. A slow smile spread across his face without his knowledge, as a certain weight was lifted from his shoulders. It has been some time that these shoulders have been slumped with the weight of the world, but tonight they seemed lighter, without a care. It was true he just won the championship for his team, but there was more. Like a feeling you get where you're safe in your warm bed, wrapped in your favorite blanket. A feeling of security and protectiveness he could not explain. It was a feeling of having a guardian angel.

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I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure this chapter sucked big time and ended it horrible! I told you I should have ended it before, in the last chapter! This came out too weird and mushy!

Oh well, what's done is done, I still have a million other fan fics to write, so goodbye story! It's been great writing you!

Ivy