Twenty-five year old Melissa Halothane paced nervously through her home in
the still of the night. She paused before the nursery to look in. Sleeping
in a low bed was her three year old daughter, Faith. The child was petite
with her mother's unruly curls, but she had inherited her father's dark
hair and eyes. Melissa closed the door softly so as not to disturb her
sleeping child.
"Missy?" Came the sleeping voice of Vivian. "You haven't slept at all, have you?"
"I never can sleep when they have to go there," Melissa sighed. "And this call was different-not through the Mark."
"I know, I've wondered about that too," Vivian murmured. Six hours ago their husbands had received letters from Lucius, informing them that they were to go to the Meeting Place immediately. Vivian had come to Melissa's house with her five year old son, Drake, a few hours ago. They had heard no news since.
"You don't think they've been discovered?" Melissa asked nervously.
"No, they're far too cautious. That can't be it," Vivian responded with a frown.
The hours ticked by, and still no word came. Melissa was beginning to fear the worst, but trying not to despair. The tension was momentarily broken when the women caught little Drake sneaking into Faith's room. Vivian shook her head and toted her son back to his own room.
"But, Ma!" Drake protested with a scowl to rival his father's, "Faith's scared! She needs me!"
"Faith, dear, is fast asleep in her bed," Vivian replied nonchalantly, "like good little children should be at two in the morning."
"What about good Mommies? You an' Miss 'Lissa aren't in bed," Drake retorted. Vivian was spared the rest of the argument with her feisty son by the appearance of a little cherub-girl with brown curls and a confused face.
"Where's Daddy?" Faith asked.
"Never you mind that," Drake replied as he stalked over to the little girl. Taking her hand in his, he added, "you shoul' be sleepin' like good little girls shoul' at two in the mornin'."
"Okay, Drake," Faith responded sleepily as she allowed him to march her back to her room.
Vivian and Melissa laughed quietly. Their children climbed into Faith's bed and Drake "read" Faith a story. He couldn't read yet, but by the look of pure adoration on Faith's face, both mothers knew she didn't know. Soon both children were fast asleep, cuddled snugly under the covers.
"Are you sure we shouldn't arrange their marriage?" Vivian asked while she closed the door.
"I don't think we need to. Your son's doing an excellent job of stealing my baby girl," Melissa responded with a fake sniff, and then a smile. "She would follow him into a den of rabid lions if he led her there."
"Yes, and he'd kill them all to save her and be her hero," Vivian laughed.
"Of course they'll be married eventually. Let's let them do it right," Melissa reasoned.
"Melissa! Vivian!" Draco's voice called from downstairs at that moment. The girls jumped and then ran quietly to the living room. There stood their husbands: in one piece and-as far as they could tell-in good health.
"Shh, you idiot!" Vivian hissed. "The kids are sleeping!"
"Nice to see you too. Yes, dearest, we're fine," Draco responded cheekily.
"Is your dratted son in Faith's room again?" Drew asked with a scowl.
"Yes," Melissa replied, wrapping her arms around Drew's waist and resting her head against his chest.
"That has to stop when they're older."
"It's cute, Drew."
"It's not right, Melissa."
"For God's sake! They're five and three years old! Don't worry about that until they're 15 and 13, okay?" Vivian cut in.
"Girls," Draco began after a moment, "Why don't you sit?"
Melissa's face went ashen and Vivian began to visibly shake as they took a seat on the sofa. They linked their arms before looking up at the men before them. Draco and Drew exchanged a long look, wondering where to start.
"It's, well, all over," Drew began.
"What's over?" Melissa asked fearfully.
"This-all of it!" Drew responded, a grin spreading on his face. He pulled Melissa to her feet and spun her around. He looked, and felt, as if he were sixteen again. Watching the confused looks Melissa and Vivian were sporting, Draco continued.
"What Drew means is, we aren't double agents anymore. There's no need," he explained.
"How? They haven't figured you two out, have they?" Vivian asked quietly.
"No! He's dead!" Drew exclaimed.
"Dead? Who? The Dark Lord?" Melissa cried in surprise.
"Yes," Draco said with a smile.
"But how? Who is powerful enough to kill him?" Vivian wondered aloud.
"His own haste finished him off again," Drew said mysteriously. "This time forever."
"Stop being an insufferable idiot and tell us how!" Melissa demanded.
"Easy, pretty lady, we're getting there," Drew smirked, sitting her back down.
"Harry told you how he regained his body, did he not?" Drew began.
"Yes," Melissa and Vivian responded, both women shuddering.
"What's that go to do with it?" Melissa asked.
"Everything," Draco continued. "You remember he used his father's remains? What he didn't know was that his father had developed a Muggle disease-I don't remember what it's called."
"Anyways," Drew picked up the story, "When the dead tissues were revived in another body, slowly and inconspicuously the disease did as well. He did not know what was happening until it was too late."
"Tonight he died in my father's manor, surrounded by his followers. Drew alerted the Ministry, and the Death Eaters were arrested before their shock would wear off," Draco finished.
"My God," Vivian breathed.
"Seriously? He's gone?" Melissa asked.
"Gone forever," Drew smiled.
Melissa threw herself into Drew's arms and kissed him soundly. She pulled away and twirled in circles. Drew smiled to himself, thinking of how much their daughter looked like her at that moment.
"They're safe! Drake and faith are safe!" Echoed through the happy household. As the friends celebrated, they didn't mind if the children woke anymore.
A/N: Well, its MUCH shorter then the rest of the chapters, but it is an epilogue, after all. Well, go ahead and review........you know that you want to do it....And this is officially the end, I hope you enjoyed my little (ok not so little) 100 page story(
"Missy?" Came the sleeping voice of Vivian. "You haven't slept at all, have you?"
"I never can sleep when they have to go there," Melissa sighed. "And this call was different-not through the Mark."
"I know, I've wondered about that too," Vivian murmured. Six hours ago their husbands had received letters from Lucius, informing them that they were to go to the Meeting Place immediately. Vivian had come to Melissa's house with her five year old son, Drake, a few hours ago. They had heard no news since.
"You don't think they've been discovered?" Melissa asked nervously.
"No, they're far too cautious. That can't be it," Vivian responded with a frown.
The hours ticked by, and still no word came. Melissa was beginning to fear the worst, but trying not to despair. The tension was momentarily broken when the women caught little Drake sneaking into Faith's room. Vivian shook her head and toted her son back to his own room.
"But, Ma!" Drake protested with a scowl to rival his father's, "Faith's scared! She needs me!"
"Faith, dear, is fast asleep in her bed," Vivian replied nonchalantly, "like good little children should be at two in the morning."
"What about good Mommies? You an' Miss 'Lissa aren't in bed," Drake retorted. Vivian was spared the rest of the argument with her feisty son by the appearance of a little cherub-girl with brown curls and a confused face.
"Where's Daddy?" Faith asked.
"Never you mind that," Drake replied as he stalked over to the little girl. Taking her hand in his, he added, "you shoul' be sleepin' like good little girls shoul' at two in the mornin'."
"Okay, Drake," Faith responded sleepily as she allowed him to march her back to her room.
Vivian and Melissa laughed quietly. Their children climbed into Faith's bed and Drake "read" Faith a story. He couldn't read yet, but by the look of pure adoration on Faith's face, both mothers knew she didn't know. Soon both children were fast asleep, cuddled snugly under the covers.
"Are you sure we shouldn't arrange their marriage?" Vivian asked while she closed the door.
"I don't think we need to. Your son's doing an excellent job of stealing my baby girl," Melissa responded with a fake sniff, and then a smile. "She would follow him into a den of rabid lions if he led her there."
"Yes, and he'd kill them all to save her and be her hero," Vivian laughed.
"Of course they'll be married eventually. Let's let them do it right," Melissa reasoned.
"Melissa! Vivian!" Draco's voice called from downstairs at that moment. The girls jumped and then ran quietly to the living room. There stood their husbands: in one piece and-as far as they could tell-in good health.
"Shh, you idiot!" Vivian hissed. "The kids are sleeping!"
"Nice to see you too. Yes, dearest, we're fine," Draco responded cheekily.
"Is your dratted son in Faith's room again?" Drew asked with a scowl.
"Yes," Melissa replied, wrapping her arms around Drew's waist and resting her head against his chest.
"That has to stop when they're older."
"It's cute, Drew."
"It's not right, Melissa."
"For God's sake! They're five and three years old! Don't worry about that until they're 15 and 13, okay?" Vivian cut in.
"Girls," Draco began after a moment, "Why don't you sit?"
Melissa's face went ashen and Vivian began to visibly shake as they took a seat on the sofa. They linked their arms before looking up at the men before them. Draco and Drew exchanged a long look, wondering where to start.
"It's, well, all over," Drew began.
"What's over?" Melissa asked fearfully.
"This-all of it!" Drew responded, a grin spreading on his face. He pulled Melissa to her feet and spun her around. He looked, and felt, as if he were sixteen again. Watching the confused looks Melissa and Vivian were sporting, Draco continued.
"What Drew means is, we aren't double agents anymore. There's no need," he explained.
"How? They haven't figured you two out, have they?" Vivian asked quietly.
"No! He's dead!" Drew exclaimed.
"Dead? Who? The Dark Lord?" Melissa cried in surprise.
"Yes," Draco said with a smile.
"But how? Who is powerful enough to kill him?" Vivian wondered aloud.
"His own haste finished him off again," Drew said mysteriously. "This time forever."
"Stop being an insufferable idiot and tell us how!" Melissa demanded.
"Easy, pretty lady, we're getting there," Drew smirked, sitting her back down.
"Harry told you how he regained his body, did he not?" Drew began.
"Yes," Melissa and Vivian responded, both women shuddering.
"What's that go to do with it?" Melissa asked.
"Everything," Draco continued. "You remember he used his father's remains? What he didn't know was that his father had developed a Muggle disease-I don't remember what it's called."
"Anyways," Drew picked up the story, "When the dead tissues were revived in another body, slowly and inconspicuously the disease did as well. He did not know what was happening until it was too late."
"Tonight he died in my father's manor, surrounded by his followers. Drew alerted the Ministry, and the Death Eaters were arrested before their shock would wear off," Draco finished.
"My God," Vivian breathed.
"Seriously? He's gone?" Melissa asked.
"Gone forever," Drew smiled.
Melissa threw herself into Drew's arms and kissed him soundly. She pulled away and twirled in circles. Drew smiled to himself, thinking of how much their daughter looked like her at that moment.
"They're safe! Drake and faith are safe!" Echoed through the happy household. As the friends celebrated, they didn't mind if the children woke anymore.
A/N: Well, its MUCH shorter then the rest of the chapters, but it is an epilogue, after all. Well, go ahead and review........you know that you want to do it....And this is officially the end, I hope you enjoyed my little (ok not so little) 100 page story(