Hooray! The long wait is over! I just thought I'd let you know about a few things. First, there's a fic out there now called If Only the Good Died Young, which is very close to my title. Well, I thought of my title first so there. And I guess the second is this:

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, this would be the seventh book, only shorter. Daisy Kemp (she comes in later) belongs to SilentC who has let me borrow her. All flames will be used to bake cookies.

Enjoy.

It was months after it had happened. It, the event, the fiasco, whatever, I was done with it. Something new to plague my nightmares. Sometimes I go over the graduation pictures. Their pictures. To see them smiling and laughing, hugging me in my wheelchair. Severus' concerned eyes. Well, after he woke up.

I haven't seen them since then. We send owls, surely, but it takes the owls a while, especially little Pig. Draco's owl comes must often, thank God.

To recap: last year I was sent to Hogwarts in England to protect one Harry Potter. So, I go to do that, not knowing that my savoir from the horrible cancer, Severus Snape, would be there. Luckily for me, he was, since the cancer attacked once again. Anyway, to make a long story short, I met my best friends and boyfriend (Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, and Draco) and ended up capturing Voldemort in a duel. I stayed at Hogwarts for a little while before going home.

I moved back to Redwood City, California in mid-June, after I had fully given up my right to protect Harry. My grandma had left me her house when she died back when I was 18, fresh out of the Academy. She had been a Muggle but all her children were wizards, including my mother. I got the house because my cousin was only three years old. She's triple that now.

It's not a very big house, three bedrooms, and one bath. I don't sleep in the master bedroom; it's just too weird. I use it to hide my wizarding stuff.

At Hogwart's, I was surprised that they didn't teach stuff from the Muggle schools. In America, there are four schools, North, South, East, and West. I went to North since I lived with the Brown's and Jordan taught me stuff about the dark side. He called it the dark side. I imagined Voldemort looking like Darth Vader. I became the youngest agent ever, didn't even have to go through the training at all. Anyway, at school, they taught us all about integrating with the Muggle world. Fewer places to hide here, I guess.

Today was a Sunday. I sat in my house, in my easy chair, hand pressed to my temple. The remains of a Round Table pizza lay on the end table next to me, an unopened letter from Draco right in my eyesight.

It was to confirm the plans for my arrival later this week. For Voldemort's trail. Which is starting tomorrow. I don't testify until Friday. That's how many lives he ruined. The letter has an ominous presence to it. Hesitantly, I opened it with my free hand.

Dearest Jen,

Everything is arranged for you on Thursday. I don't know why you insist on taking an airplane, but whatever my Jenny wants.

I've been thinking about us since you left. I've decided I love you, but, honestly, I don't know anything about you. I'm willing to make a deal with you; tell me about your past and I'll marry you. You know, if you want and love me too and the such.

Write me soon, my love, my only love. I'll see you on Friday.

Draco

I sat looking the letter over. Love, the concept seems weird. What's even worse is the marriage bit. Like I've said before, Draco is really my first boyfriend. I don't know what to do. So, I took a shower and go to sleep.