Wow, it took over 4 months- but this is the last part of the story! Then it's on to an epilogue, but for those who don't want to read another story on this- I don't suggest reading the epilogue. Just stick with this ending. The epilogue actually works as a prologue for the sequel, Vigilae Mortuorum, as well. Hope you all enjoyed this story!
Shamera
"I don't understand how you still want me to go to the Yule Ball." Harry was grumbling as Draco dragged him along the halls to lunch. It had been a day since Lily had admitted that Harry did not have a real wand, and the boy had been more than confused at first, before deciding that he wanted to try his magic without that wand.
After all, that was what he had been doing for the past month, right?
But he hadn't been able to try, as his friends had been dragging him around all day, making sure that they spent every last second with him.
"Because you're not leaving until after sundown." Draco tried to explain patiently, trying to drag Harry to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.
Harry noticed immediately. "Hey! I'm not sitting at the Slytherin table! If you wanted to sit together, you can sit at the Gryffindor table." The boy huffed.
Draco rolled his eyes at the other boy's protests. "Hermione agreed that we would all sit together- at least today. Although Blaise and Ron argued long and hard about where to sit. We decided to sit at Slytherin."
Harry pouted. "Can't we just... ask the House Elves to make us a lunch somewhere? And not have to choose anywhere else to sit?"
Draco stopped, causing Harry to bump into him from behind.
"We hadn't thought of that." He admitted reluctantly.
Harry let out an exasperated breath.
"Do you even have the robes to go to the Yule Ball?" Blaise asked Harry while the others conjured a table and seats and cast warming spells on the snow. ("Why are we having a picnic in December?")
Harry blinked. "I'll just go in my school robes... maybe take off the Gryffindor patch."
"You can't do that." Blaise exclaimed, wrapping an arm around the green-eyed boy. "Don't worry, Harry-love. We'll get you into fitting robes for the Ball in no time. Won't we, Draco?"
"I don't think Cinderella would appreciate that." Draco teased, a smirk prominent on his face.
Harry shrugged off Blaise's arm as the auburn-haired Slytherin blinked at the muggle phrase. He turned to Hermione pointedly. "What are you going in, Hermione? And Ron, too."
Ron only made a face, but replied for the both of them. "My dress robes are horrible, so 'Mione suggested we both go in school robes without the patches."
Harry gave Blaise a pointed glare.
"You could always have asked us for dress robes." Blaise pointed out, referring to himself and Draco. The blonde boy only rolled his eyes, knowing that even though they were now reluctant friends, Weasley would never have the guts to ask him for any sort of help.
"No, thanks."
"And besides, Harry, you shouldn't look like them- you're not their date."
"I don't have a date."
"You could go with me!" Blaise protested.
"But then Draco wouldn't have a date." Harry pointed out flatly.
Draco opened his mouth to say that it was okay, but then shut it at Harry's glare.
"We could go as a group?" Suggested Harry. "All of us wear our school robes."
Blaise made a face at the thought, and Draco snorted.
"There's a reason why we already have our dress robes." Draco said. "And going to the Yule Ball in our school robes would only defeat the purpose of owning dress robes in the first place."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're both too vain."
"But we could still go as a group." Hermione suggested, nudging Ron hard in the ribs as the boy got ready to protest. She had settled the food on the table already, and was trying to think up ways to explain them all going together.
"Oh, that would certainly give Snape a heart attack." Ron mused darkly, not liking the idea of sharing his date.
"Please- he's had a month to get used to us hanging together." She pointed out.
"So it's decided?" Harry asked innocently, smiling as the other boys groaned.
"Harry!"
The said boy turned as Lily waved to the group from inside the castle. James was standing slightly behind her, looking amused to see the small group of students having a picnic in the melted snow and warming spells. He looked tired, but determined to say something.
Harry turned back and got up. "Give me a moment, guys. I should be right back."
Draco hurried up after him. "I'll go with you."
Harry blinked, but nodded nevertheless.
Lily watched as the two boys approached, leaning slightly on her husband. She was thinking about what to say to the boy who looked so much like her son. Thinking about how she could convince him to stay, convince him to understand that she didn't expect him to be someone that he wasn't- and that she couldn't go through the heartbreak again. Would that be enough? Would that allow for him to know that he was wanted here? Needed, even?
But then, James had already preached on about how Harry would be missed by the people he grew up with and loved, and Lily couldn't help but feel guilty about that. She had grown to love Harry, and knew that other people had as well.
But how would she feel if she had known him all his life, but then he had disappeared?
It was all James's fault, she wanted to think. She hadn't wanted to understand things from a different point of view, and only wanted to think about her own. The big picture was too complicated to see, too... ambiguous. And any action taken, any results gained in the end would end up hurting someone.
If love was the game you lost by not playing... then what if you loved and knew you were going to lose either way? Only now, it would be much more painful- having known what this love was.
She felt a pang of trepidation at the thought of the pain that would come if Harry decided not to stay- and not to come back. Although her heart told her that the feeling was irrational, that Harry wasn't so heartless to say something like that- she couldn't help that but fear.
After all, she already knew how painful it was to lose him.
She managed a painful smile as Harry and Draco came inside, their expressions more somber than it had been outside. Harry appeared slightly puzzled while Draco seemed thoughtful about something that she couldn't fathom.
"Harry." James said pleasantly, as if Harry wasn't leaving that day. "Your mother and I wanted to talk to you alone for a while…"
The boy in question gave an apologetic look to Draco, who only shrugged and excused himself for the moment.
Once the blonde was sufficiently far away, Lily started, "We actually wanted to ask you one more time if you wanted to stay with us… stay here."
Harry's eyes grew sad at the mention of choosing to stay in this world or his own. "I…" he hesitated to look into his would be mother's expectant gaze. "I can't stay."
"We don't expect you to be anyone other than who you are." Lily tried to say. "I know you think that I'm constantly comparing you to my son… and I was, in the beginning. But after a while, I realized that I didn't have any basis to compare you to. My son died over ten years ago… the age gap is too large to fill in. I realize that everything about you is unique, and that I can't compare you to anyone else… I don't want you to be anyone else but you."
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but then thought better of it and just offered a hesitant smile. "Thank you." He said earnestly. "I'm not sure if you understand how happy I am to hear that, but I am. Happy, that is."
"Then you understand that this is an honest offer for you to stay." Lily offered. "James and I have talked this over… we'd like to adopt you- to make you our child once more. We'd like for you to stay here…"
"That offer is very tempting." Harry's voice was small, and he found that he was fiddling with his hands. He couldn't find the courage to raise his eyes to meet the ones of his parents. "And I… would have liked that very much. But things aren't so simple…"
Lily deflated at the words, finally realizing that Harry wouldn't stay after all, no matter what they offered him. "You have people who you love in your own world." She smiled sadly, understandingly.
"Yes." Harry finally lifted his eyes to meet hers. "And I have a person whom I love more than anything else in the universe. Someone I can't live without… someone I can't just leave."
Lily was at first surprised by the honest and determined expression on Harry's face, but then she felt… proud. Proud that he had found someone to love like that. And she could feel the pain in her heart start to abate a little.
She could feel James' warmth behind her, his shoulder only slightly touching hers to give her the support she needed for her final decision. Turning her head to meet his eyes, a silent communication was shared until the both of them smiled secretively.
"We understand." Lily said. "but… the offer still stands at any time. And…" she reached in under multiple layers of clothing to withdraw the ring that she had been wearing on a thin chain around her neck. It was a simple thing, really, made of something that looked like it was glowing green. She pulled it over her head and took his hand, placing the ring down onto his palm. "Here."
Harry recognized the necklace that Lily had fidgeted with every time she was nervous, and quickly said, "I can't take this from you."
"You're not taking it from me, because I'm not giving it to you." Lily continued on as she got an encouraging smile from James. "I'm letting you borrow this. So you have to make sure that I get this safe and sound again- not a scratch!"
The teenaged boy stared at the nearly translucent ring, feeling his eyes mist up. "Why?" He asked. "I thought you would never have let me go without a fight…"
"Call it… a moment of enlightenment." Lily said. She smiled again as Harry moved to place the chain over his own neck.
She couldn't deny him love, she had realized. If this love was anything like that love that she had experienced… was experiencing… then it would be awful of her to deny him of that.
"Just remember that you have to come visit." James said from behind her, and he smiled proudly as Harry turned surprised eyes to meet his. "I know… that I haven't been easy on you the entire time you're here. I'm sorry if that made you feel unwelcome, because it wasn't was it was meant as." James chuckled. "Although it was the point in the beginning, since we all thought you were a spy. That ended when we realized you were going to go home, though. Another moment of enlightenment, maybe? We seem to have plenty of that with you here."
Harry felt as if he had a lump of solid matter stuck in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and he could feel his face contort into the widest grin he could remember giving as he murmured a 'thank you' to the two people who had been so important to him- even though they weren't the exact people that he had been longing for so long.
"Just… make sure that you find this person you love so much again." Lily instructed, somehow finding her way back into James' arms. "I'm too much a sucker for a happy romance story for that not to happen."
Harry was humming to himself as he bumped into Draco walking down the hall, his happy mood lasting since the last talk he had with James and Lily. He let out a small breath of air as he stepped back and blinked, being only a few inches away from the Slytherin.
"Draco!" He beamed, smiling brightly at the other boy. The blonde seemed to be deep in thought, and barely blinked at Harry's cheerful greeting, instead seeming to contemplate something. Harry saw that immediately and sobered. "Is something wrong?"
Draco took a while just staring at Harry, as if trying to commit the boy to memory. But before Harry could get unnerved, he smiled. "Nothing's wrong. I just got a letter from my father, that's all."
Harry felt a pang of sympathy as he recalled how frustrated Draco had been with his father back in his own world.
"Is it anything bad?"
Draco shook his head. "Just got something from him, after all." He seemed to fidget with something small in his hands. "Can I tell you something, Harry?"
Harry gave the other boy a reassuring smile. "Anything. You know that already."
Draco let out a small breath. "Good." Then he snaked his arms around the Gryffindor and pulled the shocked boy into a kiss.
A hand gripped his wrist tightly before he could slip away, and Harry turned to stare into grey eyes that he knew better than his own.
"Wait."
Despite the fact that they were both cold, both tired and weary from lack of sleep and proper nutrition, and the fact that they needed a proper shower and better clothing, Harry marveled at how Draco still managed to look so beautiful against the bleak landscape that had been their campground for the last few days. How the pale skin still seemed to glow brighter with the stark contrasting stains. The blonde boy pulled him back from where the other students were gathered, trying to get in an extra moment with the one he loved.
"We don't have much time." Harry warned as he wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist. "This has to be a surprise attack."
"I know." Draco informed him, pushing a stubborn and dirt smudged raven lock behind Harry's ear. "We can't lose this battle."
Harry stared at Draco's features for a while, knowing that the blonde was doing the same for him. Piercing grey eyes that were framed by a strong, mature face. Dirty silver-blonde hair that was falling apart from its once immaculate style. Faint scars all over from the battle they had to endure, souvenirs of the pain they had to go through and the obstacles they had passed. They had both grown so much over the past few years… they were both so different from the young boys who had first scorned each other's name, and had played foolish pranks on each other.
"No, we can't." he whispered softly.
Draco rested a hand against Harry's neck, feeling the warmth underneath his fingers. "After this… if we survive…"
Harry cut Draco off by lifting his own hand to Draco's to entwine their fingers. "If we survive… we'll talk about this after the battle." He held Draco's gaze firmly, telling him that those words were to be saved for after the battle, after the war.
Those eyes looked so deeply into him that he could feel a shiver run down his spine. It was like Draco could look into his very soul and see everything spread out before him. Those eyes knew him so well, knew him better than he knew himself.
Draco leaned in close to skim his lips over a fading bruise on Harry's cheekbone. The raven haired boy only closed his eyes and breathed in softly, savoring the feeling of Draco's warmth so close to him. He could feel Draco's breath on his neck, where the moisture had stuck and made him all the more colder afterward. The cold October air was getting to him, and he didn't want to leave this protective embrace and step into that cold world all over again.
As if noticing Harry's protest of leaving, Draco chuckled slightly. "You really have a problem with the cold."
"I like being warm." Harry turned his face to nuzzle Draco's neck. "It's not like you can complain. You have a similar problem with heat."
"True…" Harry felt arms around him, bringing him closer to that delicious heat. "But you get much colder than I get hot."
Harry scoffed a little, not even bothering to open his eyes. "It doesn't get that hot in Scotland."
"You don't seem to think so… must we argue about something this mundane?"
"We argue about everything."
Harry could feel Draco's laughter deep from his chest. "I suppose you're right." The blonde boy said. "But it's just that we've gotten along so well the last month that I nearly forgot that little tidbit of information." He paused for a moment, lost in thought. "We used to fight a lot, didn't we?"
Harry pulled away just a little to look at Draco, his expression more amused than anything else. "Like cats and dogs. All the way from when got properly introduced to each other until about last month or so."
A corner of Draco's lips curved upward. "I always figured you would be the death of me."
Harry sobered and turned serious as he heard that. "Draco…"
The blonde shook his head. "Don't worry about me, love. Just concentrate on yourself for the moment. I promise that I'll survive this battle." He smiled as Harry gave him a dubious look. "Didn't I say that I would only die with you by my side?"
Harry managed a smile of his own. "What if I disappeared?"
"Well then… I would just have to live forever, won't I?"
The warm flesh under his fingers was so familiar, and so real. The scent of the skin was one that he had memorized in his sleep, the feeling of coming home intoxicating him and filling him with so much relief that he could almost feel tears. The lips upon his own was soft and hard at the same time, exactly as he remembered them to be. The same tenderness that was prevalent throughout, and the same rough need that was the undercurrent.
Harry could almost feel himself slip away under the tide of emotions that Draco was trying to pour into him through that kiss, and he wanted nothing more to be lost in that feeling, to be lost in the essence that was Draco. But there was something wrong, something just the slightest bit off with his feelings, with the emotions that were being conveyed. Just as the feeling and tenderness was the same as he remembered, the situation was wrong.
He could distinctly make out himself wrapping his arms around Draco's neck just as Draco cupped his face, their eyes closed in the sensation of each other. There was no one else but each other that existed at the moment, and they weren't even two separate beings- but instead, one person.
But this was wrong. Wrongwrongwrong…
After a small eternity, Harry pulled away with great reluctance- cursing his need to breathe. He could feel his fingers entangled in Draco's hair, and could see the glazed eyes that stared at him in wonder, as if seeing him for the first time. He took great gulps of air as he tried to clear his passion filled head, instead leaning on Draco's shoulder and shutting his eyes firmly, trying to give himself room to think.
"Nooo…" he moaned softly, knowing that he did something wrong. "We can't do this, Draco."
Arms slipped around his waist, gripping him tightly. "You can't tell me that you didn't feel anything in that kiss, Harry. I know you did. And… I don't think anything can compare to that feeling, not something that intense." Draco's voice was pleading, if a little breathless. "Stay. Please."
Harry could only squeeze his eyes shut. "I can't."
"Is this because of the person that you love?" Draco's embrace grew tighter. "But you can't say that you're not happy here."
"Draco…"
"Who?"
Harry didn't want to draw back, didn't want to leave the embrace, but felt himself do so. He carefully extracted himself away from Draco enough to look him in the eye, seeing the weary and tense expression on the other boy's face. The Slytherin had probably been gathering his courage to kiss him for a while now, and had finally gotten to chance to- and saw that the kiss was perfect, that they could be perfect together.
"I left you back there." Harry said simply, knowing that Draco would understand what he meant. His gaze grew sad and nostalgic, knowing that this was exactly what he had been hiding from everyone in this world. "I left… Draco… back at home. And he probably doesn't know I'm alive."
Grey eyes were wide, staring incredulously at the boy before him. "I…"
"That's why that kiss seemed so perfect." Harry closed his eyes once again to stop the sorrow from showing too much. He knew that his eyes were too expressive, as he had been told that many times. "Because it was… perfect." He swallowed thickly. "It was perfect."
Draco was quiet for a moment, allowing Harry to regain his composure. But then he glanced down to something that dangled from his hands, something he had nearly dropped in the kiss that had just occurred.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, knowing that Harry would hear him no matter what, given the silence in the halls. "I shouldn't have done that… I just…" He fell silent once again, not able to express his feelings properly through the haze of frustration that he was feeling. He knew that Harry could have been a vital part of him, wanted the boy to stay so that he could figure out if that was true… but that would be denying someone else who knew they needed the green eyed boy. Especially when that person who needed Harry the most was himself… in another world. In a parallel universe.
"You don't have to be sorry." Harry shifted from one feet to another, quite uncomfortable about the subject they were talking about. "I understand… really. The pull that we feel towards each other."
And Harry was right. It was that nonexistent pull that no one other than themselves could feel, and it was a pull that even they couldn't feel most of the time, only in moments of clarity when they understood that they needed each other.
"Here." Draco remembered what he had wanted to talk to Harry earlier about. He pressed the object he had into Harry's hands, watching those fingers curl over his automatically. "Keep this. Just as something to remember us by after you leave."
Harry looked down at the object that Draco had given him, and then looked up again. "I can't…"
"It's a rune stone." Draco continued, trying his best to ignore the fact that the stone was enchanted. "I have one as well. That way, we'll know that… the other person is okay, you know?"
Harry traced a finger over the deep lines in the small, brown stone. It looked old and almost reeked of power.
"It has a few protection spells on it." Draco said. "It can't do much against actual, physical attacks, but… just keep it with you."
"Thank you." Harry said quietly, then looked up to Draco again with a question. "You're not hurt that I can't stay here?"
Draco just shuffled his feet uncharacteristically, but shook his head slightly. "I hadn't understood before… but now I do. If I were the Draco of your universe… I would be frantic trying to find you. I'm sorry that we can't have a chance… but I'm glad that you were loved that much." He offered a small smile. "I wouldn't want to share you either- even if it were with a me in an alternate universe."
It had been a little over ten hours since he and Draco had talked. Harry still felt more than a little nervous about the prospect of going home, of leaving the place that he had gotten so used to. Hogwarts was gone in his own world, he knew. And he didn't know the condition that his world was in, having been in the war for so long, and knowing that the lands he was used to see were all scorched and unlikely to be filled with life anytime soon. How would he deal with his own world… would he be able to readjust?
Giving into a sigh, he set the drink that he had down on the table before him. The Yule Ball had always been too formal for him- he couldn't dance very well. And all those people in colorful robes somehow showing themselves off to the school… well, he remembered having felt like that a few years ago. But a few months of sleeping in the dirt and mud changed that. It wasn't that he was vain to start with… but now he barely noticed his appearance at all besides the fact that he had his glasses and his wand.
And even now, he wasn't so sure he really needed that wand anymore.
Harry had to admit that the Yule Ball had been fun- not the dancing, of course, but the part where Hermione had borrowed Colin Creevey's camera and they had taken plenty of pictures together. He knew that pictures were precious and something to be treasured, remembering how his parents' pictures had been destroyed in the fire at Hogwarts. But he didn't need them anymore, did he? In meeting his parents in this world… he had actually slightly sedated the constant longing he felt to have his mother and father around. He still longed to have a different childhood, yes… but now it was subdued. Different.
It was time to leave, he knew. His friends were already outside, waiting for him to get his last look at Hogwarts. The Professors that knew about him being from elsewhere were outside, along with his parents.
Or, the people who could be his parents.
Taking one last longing look at the stone walls and quiet corridors, Harry turned on his heel to exist the warm castle, stepping out of the front doors into the snow. He saw Hermione waiting patiently outside for him, her eyes following his movements with a distinct look of interest.
"Waiting for me?" Harry asked, pulling his heavy winter robes around him tighter. It had snowed again that night, the freshly fallen snow covering the marks made by students who had been playing there in the day. Now Hogwarts really did look like an untouched, magical castle- with even the snow more pure than white.
Hermione smiled, and fell into step with Harry as they walked towards the back of the castle, where no one would be likely to see any spells that were going to be performed. "Kind of. More along the lines that I have a question to ask you."
"A question?"
Hermione nodded, her brown hair bobbing in the curls they had been kept in for the Yule Ball. "Yes. Do you remember when we first really spoke to each other? How you said that you knew someone like me at home?"
Harry smiled. "You remember that?" At the girl's nod, he tilted his head a bit, thinking. "You want to know who I meant, right? When I said that you reminded me of someone?" He managed a sheepish smile. "Actually, I did know you back in my own world. You and Ron were my best friends."
"Were things very different there?" She asked, curious.
They approached a small group of people who had been waiting for them, most of the smiling indulgently at the two. The chill air was making it so that Harry could see his breath condense in the air, and fog up his glasses.
"Very different."
Harry managed to offer Professor Dumbledore a smile as he saw the old man, who looked as if he knew something that no one else did. The Headmaster nodded back sagely, giving the boy time to say his goodbyes first.
"I don't suppose this world can even begin to compare to your home." Hermione mused. She looked sad for the moment, wanting nothing more than for Harry to stay, but understanding a while ago that he couldn't. Not while he had people who loved him where he came from. So all she could offer was her support. "For the record… I'm glad you came." She smiled. "Would you believe you're one of the first friends I ever had?"
"And I'm glad you have more now." Harry smiled back. "I'm also relieved that none of you seem to be pressuring me too much to stay…"
"We want nothing more but for you to stay." Hermione corrected him as the others nodded. "But… I guess we understand that there's people waiting for you back home. And…" she struggled to find the words. "We want you to be happy. I know that if you went missing… I'd want more than anything in the world to see that you were alive and unharmed."
Harry looked on wonderingly.
"Just promise us that you'll come back for visits." Lily said from where she stood, her fingers tightly laced together and buried deep in her robe. And although her eyes were melancholy, she still smiled at him. "Remember- that ring is on a lease. I still want it back… hear that, young man? Not a scratch."
"I wouldn't want to make her angry, Harry." James joked, slinging an arm around his wife. "She can get pretty scary."
Harry only grinned as he watched Lily swat at James, calling him strange names and phrases. They might not have been his real parents, no matter the fact that the DNA would match… but they were the closest to parents that he had ever gotten.
He glanced around at the other people… at the friends he had made in this world. He had already said his goodbyes to Ron and Blaise earlier, and Draco had been placated once Harry had accepted the rune stone from him. This was a world that he would miss for sure… a place of peace despite the war that they were going through- it gave him bittersweet memories of his earlier school years.
"I'll come visit you when I figure out how to get between here and home." He promised earnestly. "And maybe next time… I'll be able to tell you about everyone in my world."
"Harry." Professor Dumbledore's voice was kind, and the Gryffindor turned back to look at his Headmaster. "I'll take it that you understand the components of how to get back to your world?"
Harry nodded. "Just slightly, Professor."
"Then I think I can tell you the other half of what you might suspect. The ring that your mother gave you is just as important as the elemental magic that you used. The amount of magic that you wielded when you were fighting managed to rip a hole between the universes. Now I know that you haven't told us of what you were doing, though I have no doubt that you remember by now. Judging by the state you were in when you arrived, I would say that you were in an extremely dangerous battle, and with the amount of magic that you have… well, it's bound to cause some kind of disturbance.
"Your mother's ring is also indeed magical, if you have not yet noticed. I assume that because your mother wished so hard to see her son again, the wish was embedded into the ring… and when it's magic sensed the rip in the universe, and sensed you- it pulled you here, to fulfill its mistress's wish."
Everyone looked shocked at this information, Lily most of all.
"Then you mean…" she started to say, "That… it really was a miracle after all?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Indeed it was, Mrs. Potter. I would believe that you were right in the first place."
"But then… to get home…"
The Headmaster turned to the shocked boy who was now clutching the said ring tightly. "To get home… you have to sincerely want to go back. Because there is a reason you need to be there. And you have to harness your elemental powers again, which I don't think will be difficult for you." The old man's eyes were serious. "But you have to be sure. Is there something that you have to go back for? Something that gives you a reason for living?"
A vision of pale silver-blonde hair and piercing silver eyes came to him, and Harry smiled. "I'm sure."
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Then it's all up to you, Harry."
With a deep breath, Harry gripped onto his necklace tightly and gave a reassuring smile to everyone else. With a softly murmured goodbye, he called up the raging heat that had been buried inside for so long, and unleashed it onto the cold exterior. Once again, the flames within him battled with the coldness that signified life and hope. Once again, the two merged together to become something completely different, and beautifully exquisite.
And within a few seconds, Harry Potter once again disappeared from the world where his parents were alive… where his friends would miss him, and where he would always be welcomed with open arms.
Authoress's Rambles: *beams* I hope you've enjoyed this story… there's only the epilogue left. I'm sorry that this chapter seems so rushed!! I was going to delete the first two scenes, since it had no significance on the plot whatsoever, or the part where he attended the Yule Ball… but then I figured that I might do a side story to cover that later. ^_^ This is actually the end of the story if you want to end it here and are tired of reading this. The epilogue can also be counted as the prologue of the sequel… but I already said that on the top. I hope you still remember that ring that Lily had! I mentioned it a few times in the chapters where she's agitated, and always fidgeting with it. ^_~ Now you know the significance of it.
To Alexa Donaghy, Unintentional Nightmare, keizinathebrat, Jaina, Silver Angel, Jaded Green, marguerite, Sheron, amythest, T'Maia, Jordan, Mercedes, Fate's Child, frizzy, mandraco, Von, Jedi Cosmos, someonesgurl, sk8reagle, silva star, Semmerie, and a special thanks to venus4280 for such a thorough review! *beams* Thank you for all your comments, your suggestions, criticism, and encouragement! I don't think I would have made it all the way had it not been for that. LOL! I hope most of you stay for the sequel, which will be when Harry returns to his own world… but if not, thank you again for bearing with me for so long! LOL! Wow… 4 months! ^^;;
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