Changing Times
Ok, I lied. It was not the final chapter. This is. It's a sort of an epilogue, wrapping up the story. I wrote this at the request of Cloudic, I hope you read this... Enjoy!
By the way, the last line is sort of fun if you read spoilers... if you don't, don't mind it, it's nothing really... just think of it as part of the story. :)
Thanks to DreamCloud53, LizZ, AnimeFanatic, Cilene, E. C. R. Potter, Witchangel, Cloudic, Liz Owens, (and for chapter 17, don't think I remembered to thank you...) Alison of the Faeries, and Shasta.
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Epilogue
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Ok, so what? Harry was just alive? Why?
It was wonderful, of course, but... why??
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice someone standing right behind me. I turned around and was now face to face with... Ron. "So, you're back," he said. He knew!
"Geez!" I yelled and jumped a foot or so back. Several people turned to look at me. "Ron, don't do that!" I said as I hit him on the arm.
"Ouch!" he said. "Geez, Hermione don't *do* that!" he said. He was mocking me!
Then he smiled. "You know, I never got to dance with you at the Yule Ball," he said and offered me his arm.
I laughed. "Ronald Weasley, I am a married woman!"
He held up his right hand. "So am I..."
"Oh my God, this is so huge!! No wonder Lavender was practically undressing you with her eyes!!" I paused. "It is Lavender, right?"
"Of course," he said with a wink as he led me out onto the dance floor. We started swaying to the music.
I looked around. Nobody seemed to be interested in anything but minding their own business, so I turned back to Ron.
"Ron..." I started.
He cut me off. "So... you're back." he said again. "I saw your confused look at the altar. Well, this is all very confusing. You finally remember, and yet you always have, but you will soon..." he shook his head. "Well, here is the deal: Right after I got back, I was really confused, and then I met you and Harry, and I panicked, because you didn't seem to know anything, and Harry was going to die... but soon, my memory changed. Now it's like I have two memories, one from my life before we changed it, and one from 'this life'".
"Before we changed it..." I said. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes. Oh, sorry, you don't know of course. Well, ok. Lily and James. Didn't die. Harry. Didn't die. Never lived with the horrible Dursleys. All good."
"Didn't did, but...?" I was still very confused. Well, Ron explaining things, that's never a good sign.
"Dumbledore told me this. It's his words... well, more or less. Apparently, after we left his office, he decided to tell Lily and James the truth. And then he killed Voldemort. Before he was actually Voldemort."
"Oh..." I said. Then it hit me. "Hey! You said Voldemort! I said Voldemort! Well, I've said it before... but you said Voldemort!!"
Ron smiled proudly. "I did didn't I? I'm so cool."
He leaned in closer, and said, "So, basically, you're back, you're married..."
Then someone touched my arm.
"May I cut in?"
It was my gorgeous husband.
Ron smiled at Harry. Just before we were about to part, Ron leaned in even closer, and whispered in my ear, "And pregnant..."
Then he left to dance with Lavender.
Harry smiled down at me. "You are so beautiful..." he said. "I love you."
I was still in mild shock, so I only managed a weak "Uhuh."
"And I know about the baby..." he whispered.
"Yeah, me too." I said, only half noticing the puzzled look he gave me. I couldn't believe I was having Harry Potter's baby.
I looked up and him, and smiled. He bent down, and kissed me. We kissed deeply for a couple of seconds, ten pulled away.
I sighed. "I love you too, Harry Potter."
Then I looked at him, I really looked at him. And for a moment, it was like I forgot all about what Ron had told me, and before I knew it, it just blurted out of me,
"Harry, where's your scar?"