A/N: Krys gets credit for the title of Chapter 15!

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So, all things must end. All things must perish. All things must be destroyed.

Big things happen and we remember them forever. Life is fragile. It can be taken away, so easily, so swiftly. One event happens, and another must follow.

You'll see what I mean...

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A significant amount of time passed.

Katrina turned eight years old, the fear in Hogwarts finally passed like a summer's storm, but no one left for the new fear of danger coming to pass again.

Hermione didn't give birth to a little girl but, but instead, a set of twin girls. Ron and Hermione decided to name the first daughter Fiona and the second daughter Jamie. As it turns out, Harry had a little boy and did name him Wesley, just as Katrina predicted. But other major events were mean to occur in their lives to change this story.

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Harry Potter awoke on the early morning of October 31st. This special day his little girl would turn eleven. He awaited patientl, as she ran from her bedroom to the front room. Harry embraced her and planted a kiss on her forehead."Good morning, birthday girl. My big grown up girl." Katrina rolled her eyes playfully.

"Daddy, please, I think we're all aware of how mature I am."

Draco smirked, placing down a three-year-old Wesley. The toddler screamed, "Birday! Birday! Kat!"

He hugged her leg and she swung him up, "Thank you, brother dearest." Katrina gave him a tiny kiss on the nose and set him down.

Draco gave her a hug and a grin, "Get dressed for the Weasley's party. Take him with you."

Katrina nodded with a similar smile and she led Wesley out into the corridor, holding his hand in hers.

"We have the two most wonderful kids in the world."

Harry said nothing but grinned back with Draco, lying his head on his shoulder as they followed after their children.

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Inside the Weasley's apartment, floating streams and goodies circled the guests including Katrina's little friends and the parents.

Hermione greeted the Potter family as they arrived, beaming, "Happy Birthday, Katrina."

She answered politely, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

"You can call me Aunty Hermione, sweetheart." Hermione hugged Harry and kissed his cheek, asking him, "Big day?"

He laughed. "Yeah, where's Ron?" She tilted her head inside the party.

"Playing with the girls. He really does love them." Just then, Ron appeared, makeup smudged all over his face and pink bows in his red hair.

He muttered, "No more little girls." Harry, Hermione, and Draco cracked up. That sent the cheerful atmosphere for the party. They ate cake and played some games but presents ended up being put on hold for a few minutes while Hermione and Ron went to clean their twins off when they got their hands on the leftover cake.

Harry was standing by the doorway, watching as Katrina walked into the other room to her best friend Johan. The boy handed her a present. "...Happy Birthday."

She felt a tinge of pink go up her cheeks as Katrina opened the box and saw that it was a silver bracelet with a single charm dangling. It was a gold and silver fox- her spirit animal- with tiny eyes made of emeralds. She grinned, looking into his eyes, "Thanks, Joey." Harry secretly smiled.

Draco came up from behind him and slipped his arms around Harry's waist. He turned to the blond haired man and kissed him on the lips. "You spying on those two?"

Harry snickered. "I can see them dating in a few years. It's so obvious. It's the exact opposite of Ron and Hermione's relationship. No screaming, no fighting, but there is the same apparent desire." Draco frowned with disapproval.

"I wouldn't use the word desire. They're only eleven." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Love is love. Some people are just made for each other."

"Like us?"

Harry leaned his forehead in and grinned. "Like us."

Their lips met again and Hermione's voice called out, "Draco, could you help me a second over here?" He pressing a teasing finger against Harry's lips.

"I'll be back... promise."

Harry snorted, smirking as Draco walked away. His daughter sat alone in a chair. He sat down with her. "Hey, kiddo."

Katrina licked her lips, meeting his eyes, "Hey Daddy. I saw you and Dray."

"What about it?"

"Nothing, I'm just glad I grew up with a family like this. No fighting, no problems. I'm lucky."

He chuckled, ruffling her hair, "Yeah, you are." Katrina grinned thoughtfully. It brought back a lot of memories of her as a child. The way she gurgled as a baby, the summer dresses she wore, the way the sun brightened her pale cheeks and made her hair shine. Harry tilted his head and blinked, lifting her face up. "You're so beautiful, Kat. You have no idea how much older you seem today. It's amazing." She kissed his shaven cheek gently. "You want to go for a walk?" he asked. Katrina agreed and they stepped into the hall, walking for a few good minutes. Suddenly, something in the air changed.

The hairs on Katrina's neck had prickled and there was an uneasy look on her father's face. "I have to go to the bathroom," Katrina said. They stopped near the co-ed washroom and she asked suddenly, "Will you come with me?" Harry followed with a nod. Inside was tall stalls and several sinks near the front, also another door that lead to elsewhere. Another entrance. Katrina stepped to a stall and she heard a rattling.

It was coming from behind the other door, thunderous and shaking the door handle. They stared at it and Harry told her, "Katrina, get it of here."

She felt a sense of great fear rise and couldn't move an inch. He gripped her arm, making her cry out in pain, "GET OUT, NOW!" Harry dragged her forcibly out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Katrina pounded on the bathroom door from the corridor, screeching, "DAD! DADDY, OPEN THE DOOR! DAD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!.? DADDY!.!.!" She scratched the door, her fingers bleeding in steadily but she couldn't feel it. Something was happening to her Dad. She needed to get inside.

Her shrieking brought people out from their apartments and they all silently watched her continue yelling and beating the door. Katrina could hear other voices behind the door. Spells. Someone was casting spells. From the crowd of bystanders came Hermione and Draco. Certainly they'll help. They pulled her away from the door, asking where Harry was. Shaking violently, Katara pointed to the door. Draco enchanted it open as the sound of total silence washed over.

Laying on the floor... a body.

The screaming, oh the screaming...