EPILOGUE

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I placed a yellow rose on to the oak casket, Rory's casket.

He died yesterday, the doctors tried and tried to save his life. But it

couldn't be stopped. I forgave them, the whole hospital was in tears as

Rory left. Rory affected each and everyone in the facility. He read

stories to the children from the first floor, he told jokes to his nurses,

and most of all he never gave up. He knew he had little time to live, but

he still had a smile on his face everyday.

He was, no he is my inspiration.

He is the one that keeps me going through a tough day at school, I think

everyone knew him, he wasn't skilled at Quidditch, or had exceptional

marks. What he lacked in height, he gained in self confidence. Even though

he was in the first year, and was very timid at the beginning, he started

to break through his shell and showed everyone who he truly was.

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"One time, a seventh year tripped me and all my books fell," a first

year from Ravenclaw exclaimed, "Everyone was laughing, but Rory picked up

my books and helped me up. He was really nice."

"I was playing wizard chess, and none of pieces were listening to me.

Rory came by and told me that they would listen if I stopped bossing them

around," Will from Gryffindor smiled, "I scold him and said 'What do you

know, you little first year,' but I did it and it worked."

Will looked up to the ceiling, which was a clear blue sky,

"Rory your a tremendous little kid, wise beyond your years."

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Before he left, we had a conversation..

"Ginny," he softly called, looking out the window.

"Yeah Ror," I answered as I sketched him with a quill.

"You know," Rory whispered, "I only have a few days to live.."

"I know Rory, I know," I said, hoping he couldn't see the hurt in my

words, "I love you very much, you know that right?"

"How many verys?" Rory eyed me with curiosity.

"As many verys as how many stars are at night."

"But Gin, the stars never end, and there are probably millions of stars!"

"More then that," I answered with a smile.

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The yellow rose I placed on his casket, resembled the sunshine he was in

my life. I've known him for less then a year, but he's taught me so much.

He taught me that you should always tell the ones you love, that you love

them, cause you might never get the chance. That you'll get through

anything with a smile on your face. That trust comes with love, and that

I can't always shut people out of my life. And most of all he taught me,

that miracles happen. He's my miracle.

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My mom did keep her promise, the promise of my fourth year being the best,

many things happened, many people lost. But I've learned much, and Draco

has been my shining beacon. He's made me laugh, think, and most of all

smile. He didn't break his promise either, I've had happy days, even

though they are outnumbered by the bad days. I can count on him to share

them with me.

Thanks mommy, thanks for letting my boo-boos heal by themself,

not putting a bandage on it, and telling me to forget about it.

Thank you for letting me feel the pain,

the pain that was all worth it.

For the love.

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Bad ending? Little corny eh? Please Review, thanks.