Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. And because Mela is dead, only the plot idea matters. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. This is to stop all death threats, even thought I haven't gotten any.

To Love a Nazi

Chapter 19- Closing Stages

Harry watch in fascinated horror as Mela sang their lullaby and closed her eyes. Her bloody hand slipped from his face. The streaks of blood staining his white cheeks. His head fell down of it's own accord. It fell into the pool of blood that was on her chest. There was no more blood coming out of her, as she was dead. His tears started to mix with the blood that was already on his face and that which was on her.

His best friend from childhood was dead. She had so many secrets, which he had yet to learn. She was never that trusting. He hung around her to learn how to get within her heart, but he had failed. She was dead because he could never find the key to her most secret of hearts, the place he had always wanted to be since he was a baby and she would rock him to sleep. The place that she needed to be in since she had started this play.

But, he was never to know how he had become one of the key players in her script. The play was about to have its opening night. If all had been set up the way it should have, the opening night would run smoothly. No mishaps, no mistakes. Everything had been accounted for, if anything was to go wrong, it would have already been taken care of. The play was now out of the hands of the director and the writer, it was simply time for the actors to make it come out of the page and into real life.

Harry knew none of this; all he knew was that his friend was dead. She wasn't coming back this time. He knew all of this and still it was hard to accept. He lifted his head from her chest and touched her face. He, then, started to sing the rest of the lullaby. Little did he know that that once he started to sing where she left off, the curtains on the stage were lifted and it began.

The person waiting for that exact sign left in a hurry to deliver a message to people far away. The message would be taken to the highest of places, for Mela was the agent inside the devil's lair. The one person so close to the devil himself that he never thought she may betray him. That's why she had been so perfect for this job.

Draco lifted Harry off of his best friend's body. He hugged him close, then told him to go wait for him in their rooms. Harry took off without a thought; his cheeks still smeared with tears and blood.

Draco then turned to Hitler. To his surprise, he looked lost. It was almost like that time at his father's funeral. They had been standing across from each other over the casket. Hitler had had that same lost look to him then as he did now.

"What are we going to do with her body?," Draco started out.

"I..I don't know. She had a little garden in the middle of this place that she was found in one time, maybe we should bury her there," the other shell-shocked person there said.

Many miles away the message had been received in an amazing amount of time, after all, they already had the path of it mapped out. Everyone who heard the message first hand had to act like they didn't care, but they did. When they got home that night, they cried for the little lost girl they had met so many years before. That little girl was more than willing to die to destroy the bastard of a devil that had risen from hell to take her family from her, as she said.

The message was simple and delivered with the most hast ever given to a message from her. The knock on the door where the co-director of the play sat, was hardly heard as the door was slammed open.

"Message from Mela, sir. She's dead, the tune to opening the curtains has been played and finished. We are to have already started the play."

"Message received. Tell everyone to start on what they have been told to do right now."

"Yes, sir." The door was closed as the man now in charge rested his hands upon his head.

"May the gods bless your soul into a speedy entrance into heaven, my dear Mela. You were the bravest of us all, you went into the devil's lair and have started his destruction by letting go of that body and being let into god's arms. You were truly chosen to be great, it is only to my sorrow that the world will never truly know what you did."