Okay, here it is…the Epilogue to conquer all Epilogue's! No, just kidding!
Lol anyway, please review…tell me your opinion of the whole story. If you
didn't like it, that's fine, but please don't be too ugly. You have a
surprise at the bottom, written by my very good friend, Hermione Gulliver.
Love you, Lindz, and thank you so much-the poem is perfect.
Thanks to my loyal slaves, Snowlily and Reine Dansante! They are very, very good! I think maybe I'll loosen their shackles…*skips away*
No, jk, I love ya tons!
Bella
The Power of Love
Epilogue
Harry Potter peered through the window in his living room. The sun was barely visible from his position; it was quickly disappearing behind the horizon, leaving a clear, dark sky scattered with stars in its wake.
Harry Potter was not normal, even by wizarding standards. No, he was the Boy Who Lived, and the Man Who Defeated Voldemort. He was barely thirty years old, he played professional Quidditch for the Wimbourne Wasps, and was married to the most beautiful woman on the earth. Well, at least, to him she was.
Ginny. Just her name could make him smile. She was wonderful, brilliant, and the mother of his child, Riley. His three-month-old daughter was currently asleep in her cradle.
He smiled as he heard his wife curse quietly. He stretched and walked into the kitchen.
She grinned when she saw him. "Wow, so it does move."
Harry feigned a hurt expression. "That hurts, Gin."
"Poor Harry," she said solemnly, removing her apron. "Do you want Ginny to hug you and make it all better?"
Harry smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you Ginny."
"I love you too, Harry." She sighed. "It sure was good to see everyone today, wasn't it? Just a time to be together, like a family. I swear, all of our lives are going a million miles per hour in a billion different directions. At least, that's what it seems like to me."
"Yeah, me too. I wish I could have seen Harry."
Ginny snorted. "You saw him day before yesterday!"
"Yeah, but he's my godchild. I can't see him to many times. Plus, I have to make up for the time I wasn't here."
Ginny lifted her head. She sighed when she saw the distant look on her husband's face, the one that said he was remembering. It had been a year since Harry found her living in Australia. It was enough to make Ginny blush; she had been so selfish to leave her family without notice just because her memories of Harry had become too painful.
After defeating Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter had mysteriously disappeared. The whole magical community had searched for their savior, but their attempts were futile. All the evidence pointed to the conclusion that Harry was dead. No body had been found, so Ginny never lost hope, even after he had been gone for nine years. She had handled it quite well until the night a picture of him and her fell off the mantle in the Burrow and shattered. Ginny had rashly packed her bags and left for Australia. The rest was history.
Harry chuckled quietly. "I suppose your remembering too."
Ginny smiled wryly. "Yeah." She replied, and turned her face up to his. They kissed, but it was cut short by the wails of their three-month-old daughter.
"Ugh," Ginny moaned, breaking the kiss. "I still have to clean up!"
"Hey, that's what I'm for, right?" Harry said.
Ginny looked at him doubtfully.
"Gin, I'm her father," he said exasperatedly. "I can change her diapers, wash her, and I can do something like get her to stop crying."
He left the large kitchen and heard Ginny call after him, "Okay, dear, but call me if you need any help!"
Harry smiled and shook his head. He went into the cavernous entrance hall, up the grand staircase, and took the third door on the right: his baby daughter's room.
"Hey Riles," he said as he gently lifted the red haired baby out of her cradle. "Shh, sweetheart, Daddy's here," he bounced her lightly for a minute, and she quietly almost instantly. "There's a good girl," he soothed, quite pleased with himself. He sat down in the rocking chair and pulled her off his shoulder so he could look at her. She was staring up at him with huge green eyes. My eyes, Harry though happily. This was his baby girl. He had created her and brought her into this life that he had fought so hard for to be free from evil. And he had succeeded.
Riley's eyes began to droop, and Harry smiled. She was so adorable when she slept. He knew how much she would look like her mother when she grew up.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He stared at Riley, her eyes finally closed, hiding her green orbs from view. My mother had green eyes and red hair! He stared at her intently, trying to see traces of Lily Potter in her. Harry sighed. He would have to wait until she became a bit bigger.
Harry carried his daughter to her crib and looked at her for a moment, not wanting to let her go.
"Hey," he heard Ginny's voice behind him. She sneaked up next to him and titled her head, looking at her child.
"Oh," she sighed. "Isn't she beautiful?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered, tearing his gaze from Ginny and fixing it on Riley. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Ginny smiled and took Riley from him. She kissed her on the forehead, Harry following her lead. She gently placed her daughter in her crib, where Riley stayed.
The two exited the brightly painted room quietly, leaving the door open so they could hear if Riley became upset. Their room was straight across the hall from hers; the master bedroom. Ginny changed for bed and lay there, reading, before her husband's actions attracted her attention.
Harry was pacing around the room; muttering to himself, and running a hand through his black hair, making it stand on end. "Harry?" Ginny asked, her brows furrowed.
"Gin, where did we put the photo album?"
Ginny smiled. "Which one?"
"The one of my mum and dad," Harry replied, looking helpless.
Ginny nodded in understanding and sat up. "Do you want me to tell you where it is, or can I come too?"
"You can come, Ginny, I-I just want to see…"
A pain shot through her heart. She nodded wordlessly and got up, tying her dressing gown on and taking her husbands hand. They padded downstairs and Ginny lit a candle with her wand. She went to a shelf piled with photo albums and extracted the oldest from the pile. "Here." She said, handing it to him.
Harry sat on the couch, bringing Ginny to sit with him. The flipped through the pictures, until a close-up of Lily Potter caught her eye.
"Wow," Ginny breathed, touching the picture carefully. "She looks so much like Riley! I haven't looked through this in ages, I had forgotten…"
She looked up at her husband. He was staring at the picture intently, his face pale. "Harry…" She sighed, and enveloped him in a hug. "It's all right. The same is not going to happen to us! The evil is gone! And plus, if something did happen to us, they wouldn't go to that heinous cousin of yours! I've got more than enough people for options…"
"I know," he replied, his deep voice wobbly. "I just…wish I could have known them, you know? I can see them in pictures, and I can play the scene when they died in my head…a result of the dementors, you know."
"Yes, I know," Ginny cooed, rubbing his back. "But Harry, you do know them! They're inside of you! Just like my mum and dad are inside of me, too! They must have been very decent people for you to not have grown hard over your time with the Dursley's, and your fame didn't go to your head when you were re-introduced to this world…and you have his smile, her eyes." She smiled and pulled back.
Harry was looking at her seriously. "Thank you, Ginny. I needed that." He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. He then closed the album with a decided snap, and set it on the coffee table. "Lets leave this here. I want my daughter to know who they where while she grows up, an opportunity I didn't get," he smiled wryly.
Ginny stood and Harry did as well. They hugged each other tightly and climbed up to bed, Ginny whispering about how they should visit Sirius and Remus for a while tomorrow…
~*~*~*~*
Lily Potter watched. She was tired of watching, but that was the only thing she could do. She wanted to talk, to touch, but of course, seeing as she was dead, that was impossible. Currently, she was watching her son. He was leaning on the balcony of his mansion, his face towards the rising sun, eyes closed, apparently deep in thought.
Lily bit her lip. Oh, how she longed to help him! Somehow! She had asked God for her to be able to give him a sign, anything so he could know that she was there with him, always. James, too. He was standing next to her, also watching his son with that same helpless look.
Suddenly, Lily had the strangest desire to sing. She began to hum a forgotten melody, the words coming to her quickly. She had always had a lovely singing voice, and she sang quietly, then louder, starting in on the first verse.
When I think back on these times
And the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad 'cause I was blessed
To get to have you in my life
When I look back on these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me
Harry whipped around. Someone was singing! But Ginny couldn't sing, and she was still asleep… but still, the angelic voice carried on.
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there will always be a place for you
For all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am, there you'll be
Lily began to cry, but still she sang. She could hear the music, and knew James and Harry could hear too.
Well you showed me how to feel
Feel the sky was in my reach
And I always will remember all the strength you gave to me
Your love made me make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me
Harry closed his eyes. He remembered that melodic voice, from a time long gone.
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there will always be a place for you
For all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am, there you'll be
Lily closed her eyes and faced the sun, singing as best as she could. She knew Harry heard her, and she thanked God for the millionth time.
'Cause I always saw in you my light, my strength
And I want to thank you now
For all the ways you were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always
There you'll be
Harry knew in an instant who the voice belonged to…his mother. He drank in the music, feeling strengthened. He could have sworn that he felt ghostly lips touch his cheek and another ghostly hand resting on his shoulder. He was with his parents, and for once in his life, he felt at peace with everything. The feeling reminded him of when he held his own daughter. Harry smiled when they left, and he climbed back in bed, never to be troubled by whether his parents were with him again.
~*~*~*~*~*
This is the special treat that you all get *grins* My friend, Hermione Gulliver (go check out her fics!) is a wonderfully brilliant poem-writer, and has written a poem based on my story, and I am including it. So when you review, tell her and me what you thought of it!
1.1 The Power of Love: by LH Gulliver
You were there, but never did I see you,
Until the possibility of an end,
Until the love overcame me,
Until the love was threatened.
I didn't know but I hoped,
That I had managed to tell in time,
That I'd crossed from like to love
Crossed over the spider web line.
I lost you and so searched,
And who lost me did the same,
I found you but didn't know,
Gone, you were my heart's bane.
The hair that flowed like fire,
The eyes that melted my heart,
The hunger for our love
To began afresh from the start.
Questions flew to my head at once
When the mask melted and left simply you,
But one came to my lips and passed,
So I asked My Love so true.
The world dissolved from beneath me
When you answered as you did,
Whether alone and the only ones I would come to you as bid.
That you might love me as I love you
Completes me in every way,
And I am terrified that as before,
You mightn't be in my life everyday.
I lost you once and once is enough,
I never knew your great love,
Until I'd conquered and evaded the darkness,
We'll now stay this way 'til above.
If ever again I was to lose you,
I don't know what I might do,
For by the stars in the night and sun by day,
I fell painfully in love with you.
Okay. Review, and the song is courtesy Faith Hill. I LOVE it, I always have…I hope you think it's appropriate for the ending…
Enough of that…review PLEASE! And include your review for the poem.
Bells
Thanks to my loyal slaves, Snowlily and Reine Dansante! They are very, very good! I think maybe I'll loosen their shackles…*skips away*
No, jk, I love ya tons!
Bella
The Power of Love
Epilogue
Harry Potter peered through the window in his living room. The sun was barely visible from his position; it was quickly disappearing behind the horizon, leaving a clear, dark sky scattered with stars in its wake.
Harry Potter was not normal, even by wizarding standards. No, he was the Boy Who Lived, and the Man Who Defeated Voldemort. He was barely thirty years old, he played professional Quidditch for the Wimbourne Wasps, and was married to the most beautiful woman on the earth. Well, at least, to him she was.
Ginny. Just her name could make him smile. She was wonderful, brilliant, and the mother of his child, Riley. His three-month-old daughter was currently asleep in her cradle.
He smiled as he heard his wife curse quietly. He stretched and walked into the kitchen.
She grinned when she saw him. "Wow, so it does move."
Harry feigned a hurt expression. "That hurts, Gin."
"Poor Harry," she said solemnly, removing her apron. "Do you want Ginny to hug you and make it all better?"
Harry smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you Ginny."
"I love you too, Harry." She sighed. "It sure was good to see everyone today, wasn't it? Just a time to be together, like a family. I swear, all of our lives are going a million miles per hour in a billion different directions. At least, that's what it seems like to me."
"Yeah, me too. I wish I could have seen Harry."
Ginny snorted. "You saw him day before yesterday!"
"Yeah, but he's my godchild. I can't see him to many times. Plus, I have to make up for the time I wasn't here."
Ginny lifted her head. She sighed when she saw the distant look on her husband's face, the one that said he was remembering. It had been a year since Harry found her living in Australia. It was enough to make Ginny blush; she had been so selfish to leave her family without notice just because her memories of Harry had become too painful.
After defeating Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter had mysteriously disappeared. The whole magical community had searched for their savior, but their attempts were futile. All the evidence pointed to the conclusion that Harry was dead. No body had been found, so Ginny never lost hope, even after he had been gone for nine years. She had handled it quite well until the night a picture of him and her fell off the mantle in the Burrow and shattered. Ginny had rashly packed her bags and left for Australia. The rest was history.
Harry chuckled quietly. "I suppose your remembering too."
Ginny smiled wryly. "Yeah." She replied, and turned her face up to his. They kissed, but it was cut short by the wails of their three-month-old daughter.
"Ugh," Ginny moaned, breaking the kiss. "I still have to clean up!"
"Hey, that's what I'm for, right?" Harry said.
Ginny looked at him doubtfully.
"Gin, I'm her father," he said exasperatedly. "I can change her diapers, wash her, and I can do something like get her to stop crying."
He left the large kitchen and heard Ginny call after him, "Okay, dear, but call me if you need any help!"
Harry smiled and shook his head. He went into the cavernous entrance hall, up the grand staircase, and took the third door on the right: his baby daughter's room.
"Hey Riles," he said as he gently lifted the red haired baby out of her cradle. "Shh, sweetheart, Daddy's here," he bounced her lightly for a minute, and she quietly almost instantly. "There's a good girl," he soothed, quite pleased with himself. He sat down in the rocking chair and pulled her off his shoulder so he could look at her. She was staring up at him with huge green eyes. My eyes, Harry though happily. This was his baby girl. He had created her and brought her into this life that he had fought so hard for to be free from evil. And he had succeeded.
Riley's eyes began to droop, and Harry smiled. She was so adorable when she slept. He knew how much she would look like her mother when she grew up.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He stared at Riley, her eyes finally closed, hiding her green orbs from view. My mother had green eyes and red hair! He stared at her intently, trying to see traces of Lily Potter in her. Harry sighed. He would have to wait until she became a bit bigger.
Harry carried his daughter to her crib and looked at her for a moment, not wanting to let her go.
"Hey," he heard Ginny's voice behind him. She sneaked up next to him and titled her head, looking at her child.
"Oh," she sighed. "Isn't she beautiful?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered, tearing his gaze from Ginny and fixing it on Riley. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Ginny smiled and took Riley from him. She kissed her on the forehead, Harry following her lead. She gently placed her daughter in her crib, where Riley stayed.
The two exited the brightly painted room quietly, leaving the door open so they could hear if Riley became upset. Their room was straight across the hall from hers; the master bedroom. Ginny changed for bed and lay there, reading, before her husband's actions attracted her attention.
Harry was pacing around the room; muttering to himself, and running a hand through his black hair, making it stand on end. "Harry?" Ginny asked, her brows furrowed.
"Gin, where did we put the photo album?"
Ginny smiled. "Which one?"
"The one of my mum and dad," Harry replied, looking helpless.
Ginny nodded in understanding and sat up. "Do you want me to tell you where it is, or can I come too?"
"You can come, Ginny, I-I just want to see…"
A pain shot through her heart. She nodded wordlessly and got up, tying her dressing gown on and taking her husbands hand. They padded downstairs and Ginny lit a candle with her wand. She went to a shelf piled with photo albums and extracted the oldest from the pile. "Here." She said, handing it to him.
Harry sat on the couch, bringing Ginny to sit with him. The flipped through the pictures, until a close-up of Lily Potter caught her eye.
"Wow," Ginny breathed, touching the picture carefully. "She looks so much like Riley! I haven't looked through this in ages, I had forgotten…"
She looked up at her husband. He was staring at the picture intently, his face pale. "Harry…" She sighed, and enveloped him in a hug. "It's all right. The same is not going to happen to us! The evil is gone! And plus, if something did happen to us, they wouldn't go to that heinous cousin of yours! I've got more than enough people for options…"
"I know," he replied, his deep voice wobbly. "I just…wish I could have known them, you know? I can see them in pictures, and I can play the scene when they died in my head…a result of the dementors, you know."
"Yes, I know," Ginny cooed, rubbing his back. "But Harry, you do know them! They're inside of you! Just like my mum and dad are inside of me, too! They must have been very decent people for you to not have grown hard over your time with the Dursley's, and your fame didn't go to your head when you were re-introduced to this world…and you have his smile, her eyes." She smiled and pulled back.
Harry was looking at her seriously. "Thank you, Ginny. I needed that." He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. He then closed the album with a decided snap, and set it on the coffee table. "Lets leave this here. I want my daughter to know who they where while she grows up, an opportunity I didn't get," he smiled wryly.
Ginny stood and Harry did as well. They hugged each other tightly and climbed up to bed, Ginny whispering about how they should visit Sirius and Remus for a while tomorrow…
~*~*~*~*
Lily Potter watched. She was tired of watching, but that was the only thing she could do. She wanted to talk, to touch, but of course, seeing as she was dead, that was impossible. Currently, she was watching her son. He was leaning on the balcony of his mansion, his face towards the rising sun, eyes closed, apparently deep in thought.
Lily bit her lip. Oh, how she longed to help him! Somehow! She had asked God for her to be able to give him a sign, anything so he could know that she was there with him, always. James, too. He was standing next to her, also watching his son with that same helpless look.
Suddenly, Lily had the strangest desire to sing. She began to hum a forgotten melody, the words coming to her quickly. She had always had a lovely singing voice, and she sang quietly, then louder, starting in on the first verse.
When I think back on these times
And the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad 'cause I was blessed
To get to have you in my life
When I look back on these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me
Harry whipped around. Someone was singing! But Ginny couldn't sing, and she was still asleep… but still, the angelic voice carried on.
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there will always be a place for you
For all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am, there you'll be
Lily began to cry, but still she sang. She could hear the music, and knew James and Harry could hear too.
Well you showed me how to feel
Feel the sky was in my reach
And I always will remember all the strength you gave to me
Your love made me make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me
Harry closed his eyes. He remembered that melodic voice, from a time long gone.
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there will always be a place for you
For all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am, there you'll be
Lily closed her eyes and faced the sun, singing as best as she could. She knew Harry heard her, and she thanked God for the millionth time.
'Cause I always saw in you my light, my strength
And I want to thank you now
For all the ways you were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always
There you'll be
Harry knew in an instant who the voice belonged to…his mother. He drank in the music, feeling strengthened. He could have sworn that he felt ghostly lips touch his cheek and another ghostly hand resting on his shoulder. He was with his parents, and for once in his life, he felt at peace with everything. The feeling reminded him of when he held his own daughter. Harry smiled when they left, and he climbed back in bed, never to be troubled by whether his parents were with him again.
~*~*~*~*~*
This is the special treat that you all get *grins* My friend, Hermione Gulliver (go check out her fics!) is a wonderfully brilliant poem-writer, and has written a poem based on my story, and I am including it. So when you review, tell her and me what you thought of it!
1.1 The Power of Love: by LH Gulliver
You were there, but never did I see you,
Until the possibility of an end,
Until the love overcame me,
Until the love was threatened.
I didn't know but I hoped,
That I had managed to tell in time,
That I'd crossed from like to love
Crossed over the spider web line.
I lost you and so searched,
And who lost me did the same,
I found you but didn't know,
Gone, you were my heart's bane.
The hair that flowed like fire,
The eyes that melted my heart,
The hunger for our love
To began afresh from the start.
Questions flew to my head at once
When the mask melted and left simply you,
But one came to my lips and passed,
So I asked My Love so true.
The world dissolved from beneath me
When you answered as you did,
Whether alone and the only ones I would come to you as bid.
That you might love me as I love you
Completes me in every way,
And I am terrified that as before,
You mightn't be in my life everyday.
I lost you once and once is enough,
I never knew your great love,
Until I'd conquered and evaded the darkness,
We'll now stay this way 'til above.
If ever again I was to lose you,
I don't know what I might do,
For by the stars in the night and sun by day,
I fell painfully in love with you.
Okay. Review, and the song is courtesy Faith Hill. I LOVE it, I always have…I hope you think it's appropriate for the ending…
Enough of that…review PLEASE! And include your review for the poem.
Bells