I'm sorry I'm so bad at this. Updating regularly has never been a strong point of mine. However, it is senior year and I've been busy with applications and college visits. This is the Epilogue.
One last note: Thank you to all who followed this story through the hiatus's and the weeks it took me to get parts out. I truly appreciated all of your reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter world, it all belongs to J.K. Rowlings.
Alive
They never knew who said it. One dead on the carpet and the other crying hysterically. The one left alive refused to talk and was placed under supervision at St. Mungo's. Nobody knew what the survivor would attempt. Nobody knew much of anything for certain.
However, there was one thing. They knew about how unhappy Harry had been. They knew about how angry he was to have something like this thrown at him without his permission. They knew better now. They left the dead alone. The healing process took long enough, they didn't need to make it happen a second time.
The funeral took place later that week. The Hogwarts teachers, Remus and his giant black dog, and even the Minster of Magic had all attended. Ron had given a speech, followed by one given by Mrs. Weasly. They will be missed. I hope they rest in peace. They needed the peace. Nobody left the room without tears.
The survivor watched from the outskirts of the crowd, a nurse standing close by, watching as always. The nurse took a quick break, needing to go to the bathroom and left the survivor alone, and the one who lived was alone Five minutes was all it took. The survivor was gone with a stolen wand and a heavy cloak. Nobody ever heard from the survivor again.
However, when the survivor finally reached the destination, there was neither grief nor any remorse. There was only freedom. The course had reached its natural climax. There was only one conclusion. It was time to be reborn. It was time to be Alive.