Okay, once again, I really have to apologize. I can't seem to get into a habit of updating regularly. I probably would have managed to do so sooner, but this was a particularly hard chapter for me to write.

Anyway, yeah, I've stated it before, I own Harry Potter and the Queen of England is my Fairy Godmother, nothing doing.

Four years later, Tom Riddle paced the Drawing Room of the large mansion that'd been left to him when his mother died two years before. Ali was upstairs changing. After Hogwarts, and a lot of arguing, Ali had agreed to move in.

Currently, Tom and Ali were planning to go to the movies. Stopping at the window, Tom pulled a small box out of his jeans' pocket. Looking at the ring, he sighed, this was going to be a nerve racking day. Getting exasperated, Tom called up the stairs, "Ali, come on! You always complain about girls who take too long to-"

"Oh, shut up! I'm here and I'm ready!" Ali said, pulling her black hair into a pony-tail and ignoring the "finally" she heard Tom mutter under his breath.

The couple left the house in a calm silence. After about a block, Ali kneeled down to tie her shoe. What a mischievous smile, Ail told Tom to go ahead. Ali waited until Tom was about a house away, before running and jumping onto his back. This was not an easy task as Ali was not even 5' and Tom a good 6' 6" at least.

"OI!!"

"I want a piggy-back-ride." Ali pouted.

"Lovely," she heard Tom mutter under his breath. "You sound like a five year old, you know that?" Shifting her weight, Tom added, "You have to eat more, you're too light."

"Most people complain people are too heavy"

"Yeah, well, you never were normal. Plus, most people don't spend -what? 8… 9- years dragging a brunet with a red-heads temper out of fights!"

"I'll take that as a complement," Ali told him proudly. "Now, a more pressing issue, what movie are we seeing?"

"Whatever you want," Tom told her, already knowing what the answer would be. For the last couple weeks, Ali had been nagging him to see "Titanic." Technically, he did want to see it, but seeing it was part of his plan: he'd take her to see the movie she wanted to see, then they'd go to her favorite restraint for dinner and he'd propose there.

"Yes! You know which one we're going to, right?" Ali asked, giggling slightly.

"Yeah, I know. Do me a favor though, stop giggling. It's starting to scare me!" Tom told her, laughing slightly as she slide off his back a stuck out her tongue.

Tom and Ali continued to talk animatedly as they walked down the block. Halfway down the next block, a car turned the corner at such a speed its tires squealed. As the car went past a store just a bit behind them, a masked man stuck his arm out the window and shot at the store. It continued up the road, missing the dark haired couple by feet. When it rounded the corner, the gunman fired the rest of his shots at the few people standing there.

Tom heard a painful gasp from Ali, and turned just in time to catch her. Looking at her face, he saw blood trickle slowly down it. He knew she was dead… and she wasn't coming back.

Oh my God, I'm going to start crying and I've known that was coming for months… or whenever I started this. Oh, by the way, I started a new fic that had been bobbing around my head for a while, please read it!

Also, I'd like to thank my reviewers; I couldn't do this with out them!!! (hint, hint)