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Sorry it's taken me so long to update people! My schedule is packed full now that school has started, and on top of Volleyball practice, practicing my flute, and all that kind of crap I'm damned busy! This is the last chapter, and then I should have the epilogue up by tomorrow, since it's a holiday I'll be home.

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Chapter Five: Mortem Vitae Sequens

"All must submit to the king of terrors." –Popular Gravestone Saying

Graduation, what a hectic time of year for everyone and all of the seventh years were absolutely dying in the wait. But finally, the day had come. The day where they were going to officially be out in their own world. Charli's father had left her the family house, so she was set. All except for a job, and she was planning to either an Unspeakable, or be right under the minister himself. This was so she could divert death eater attention away from herself.

Classes had been cancelled for all Seventh Years, that day, so they were free to do whatever they pleased so that they're last memories of Hogwarts would be the best. Charli's however, would not be exactly that. Around noon, she was wandering the halls and ran right into the Marauders and they were blocking her path.

"P-Please just move." She said almost weakly but they didn't move.

"You aren't going anywhere, bitch." Sirius snarled, and Charli recoiled and felt as if he had slapped her.

"Just let me through, please." Charli said weakly, and didn't feel like fighting today. Somehow she got them to leave when she gripped Sirius's arm. "I need to talk to you."

He turned, and looked at her and expectantly.

"What?" he asked, while staring at her.

"I'm, uh... well the truth is..." she just couldn't say it, she didn't know where to start. "Sirius, I'm pregnant, and have been, and I'd just thought that you would like to that that as of sometime in August you'll be the father to a little girl." Sirius just blinked, and looked at her unsure of what to say in return. She waited, hoping he would say something, and when he didn't she turned on her heel and walked off.

Graduation came and went, and Charli was able to apparate her family's empty home that had been left to her. She sighed and walked up to her room looking longingly at the pictures of her and her parents. She missed them so much when she died, and that wanting had never stopped, even to that very day. Charli felt the tears start to fall, the tears that signified everything about her life that she hated, that made it the horror that it was. No parents, she could never be with Sirius, she was all alone, she had no true friends, she served Lord Voldemort for Christ sake. She shook her head, trying to shake out the thoughts. She was wanting for things that she could never have. Dreaming of a wish that would never come true was a waste of her time.

She wandered down into the kitchen that evening, and an owl swooped in from the window and just about hit her in the head. She untied the letter from the owl's leg, and read it.

To my favorite sister...

Drake and I are finally going to do it; we're finally getting married! And Charli, I'd love for you to be the Maid of Honor. Drake wanted me to make it his sister, but I'd choose you over that slut any day. So, what do you say? Please say yes, you know how much I hate Alyisen. Please? Anywho, let me know. Even if you aren't the MOH, you're invited. It's Saturday, August 14th...Of this year of course.

Your sister,

Dylan

She stared at the letters on the parchment, and gasped. Dylan and Drake had been dating since their seventh year, and apparently Drake finally had the courage to pop the big question. She was so happy for them, and at that moment something strange possessed her to tell Dyls that she would do it. Immediately she turned the parchment over and scribbled her reply, sending it back with what she assumed was Drake's owl.

"Aurgh!" she screamed after she realized what she had just agreed to, banging her head against her refrigerator. "What have I done?"

She had just basically agreed to her own doom. Knowing Dylan, she'd end up picking out a hideously pink dress with a fat bow on the ass that was a separate color that didn't even match the pink of the dress, or something of the sort or whatnot. Charli groaned and walked upstairs to her room, and fell asleep dreaming of that ugly dress.

Soon enough, it was time for the wedding. Thankfully, Dylan chose a nice, form fitting black dress. The down side was that even with the charm, Charli's pregnancy was getting harder and harder to conceal. She had to perform the illusion twice for it to actually appear as if she had her regular figure back. She convinced herself that she was no longer the Maid of Honor, but Maid of Horror. If Lionel ever got married, never ask him if you can be the Maid of Honor or a Bride's Maid. What she was doing was absolute suicide. It was then she decided that she would never get married, even if she were completely, head over heels. Never means never, as in never-not-ever. The wedding was the most boring thing she had ever been to in her entire life. It was just a bunch of a priest talking, her sister and Drake nodding, saying I do, and then making out in public. Total yawn!

Afterwards, she was sitting with Lionel when she doubled over in pain, that kind of thing had been happening lately, and she was one hundred percent sure why. Which was basically, she was due any day now.

"I have to get you to the hospital again?" he groaned, and she shot him a glare and he put his arm around her, and they both apparated to St. Mungo's. The rest was a blur, but she did remember pain, and lots of it. After that, she basically blacked out. When she woke up, Lionel was sleeping in the chair next to her bed, and quite awkwardly really.

"Leo!" she said and he quickly straightened up, and blinked a few times. "My baby, where's my baby?" he sighed and walked outside to find a Healer. He came back in with one, who was carrying a small baby and handed it to Charli.

It was obviously a girl, and that girl had fuzz on her head that was black, and hopefully hair, and her eyes a beautiful brown.

"What are you going to name her?" Lionel asked.

"Valkyrie Elizabeth Leliam." She said, quoting her thoughts from her four-poster Hogwarts bed. She started to hum softly, rocking her child.

Two Years Later

(As from this point on I'm writing this in first person!)

"Happy birthday, babes!" I said, gently shaking my now two-year-old daughter awake. It was August 14th, Val's second birthday. My life has improved since she came along, since I now have someone who actually cares. When I have to leave her with her uncle, I come to pick her up and her eyes light up like the sun when she sees me. She is my greatest treasure.

"Mummy!" she squealed, and sat up in bed giving me a death hug.

"Whoa, gotta breathe Val!" I said and she broke out in a fit of giggles. Today she was having a bunch of her muggle friends over, and I could not be there... I had plans. It had always been a tradition with my mother to sing happy birthday to in Swedish, being the Swede she was, as well as give me a small present in the morning. I had carried on this tradition with Val. Being a mother was amazing, it could be hard at times but at others it was heaven. After I sang, I handed her a beautifully carved wooden box. She let out another squeal and opened it up. Inside was a silver bracelet that had loads of charms on it.

"It used to be mine... but I want to make sure you got it." I told her very seriously and she nodded, and I had to put it on for her. I could tell she was getting sleepy again, so and I let her sleep and walked downstairs to the kitchen, when I heard a crash coming from the living room. As I guessed, Leo has flooed over.

"Hey, I need you to watch Val. gotta jet."

(A/N: Did I just quote Jimmy Neutron? Mithros save my soul!)

I glanced down at my watch and shifted nervously on my feet. Where was Avery? He had better get his good-looking ass over here or else! At that moment, she heard someone come up behind her and she spun around.

"Where have you been, Avery?" I hissed and he just gave me one of his famous smirks. I could not possibly see how I could have let him kiss me and put his tongue in my mouth when I was thirteen! Talk about young and stupid. "God, let's just get a move on."

We apparated to a small house right outside of Fullham, in West London, and we sneaked around to the back of the house. I knew whose house this was, it was the house of Fredrick and Riley Harnes, or as she used to be known: Riley Potter. I knew I should have felt terrible, knowing what I was about to do but strangely I did not. In fact, I felt quite and very numb, void of all feeling. I was about to murder one of the people who had helped me become independent during my Hogwarts years. I carefully unlocked the patio door and we stealthy moved inside and I proceeded to the kitchen, whereas Avery went upstairs. If I knew Riles at all, which I did, she would be in the kitchen at this time of night. I burst into the kitchen and much not to my surprise was Riley Harnes, pigging out on junk food as usual. Her usually tan face paled visibly when she saw me, donned in my death eater attire.

"Time to pay up, Riles." I sneered and pulled out my wand, pointing it directly at her. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A get of green light shot out of my wand and enveloped my vision temporarily, and when it faded I saw the body of Riley Harnes lying dead, cold, and lifeless on her kitchen floor. I heard the same curse I had just screamed come from upstairs, and heard a very distinct thunk of a body hitting carpet. Footsteps pound down the stairs and I met Avery at the bottom. Outside each of us, in unison, performed the spell to create the dark mark in the air.

The next morning, I woke up groggily and turned over in my bed. The stupid owl with the Daily Prophet flew in and I paid her and opened it up.

DEATH IN FULLHAM

Annileese Woodsen (Daily Prophet Reporter)

Another You-Know-Who related killing has happened again. Fredrick and Riley Harnes (Potter) were found dead in their house in West Fullham outside of London this morning by Riley's brother, James Potter. It is determined that the Harnes's were murdered around midnight last night by the killing curse. Fredrick was found in the couple's bedroom, whereas Mrs. Harnes was found lying on the kitchen floor, with her head bleeding. Kathrine Bonalan of the Department of Auror Investigations in the Murder Division says that Mrs. Harnes received the injury when her skull came in contact with the tile. It is suspected that it was a woman, for a lock of brown-dyed-black strand of hair was found stuck in the patio door.

A memorial service will be held for the Harnes's this Sunday, at noon. It will take place at Killingworth Family Funeral Home.

I gasped when I read that they found a strand of my hair. Shit! I thought, knowing they would perform a DNA spell, and I would be found out. How could I have been so incapably stupid? My next thought after that was Val, I had to leave her something... a letter... anything. I grabbed a piece of parchment on the refrigerator and a quill, quickly scribbling down words that would let my daughter know how utterly sorry I was that I would never get to see my little girl grow up. Wrapped up in the letter I included the necklace that Sirius had given me, that Christmas that seemed so long ago. I knew that an auror would be after me in a matter of hours to take me to Azkaban. I knew that I would not get a trial, because there was no Sixth Amendment Right in England, or the English Ministry. I ran up the steps of my home and told Val that she was going to be with Uncle Leo for a while, but on my way to the fire place to floo her there, I heard a knock at my door. Fuck! I thought and went over to the door, and opened it. I knew I must have been a mess, with Val's bag on my shoulder, her balanced on my hip, my hair completely dishelved, and my eyes still half closed sleepily. And no one other but James-fucking-Potter stood at my door, with a whole load of people behind him that I assumed were aurors also.

"Charli Deana Leliam, you are under arrest by the English Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, for the two counts of murder, and being a servant to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." He said, and when I blinked at him, the aurors behind him drew their wands.

"I'm coming, I'm fucking coming!" I said while putting Val down and silently praying for my brother to show his ass at this moment. He did thankfully, and when he saw the hoards of people at my door he scooped up his niece and my daughter, and was out of there like that!

"Before you take me to Azzie, just to let you know, Avery helped! And I demand a trial." I informed them all as I walked towards James. "You copy that Houston?"

My trial whizzed past me, and I was now convicted of committing four crimes instead of three. On top of murdering Riley and Fredrick Harnes, and being a death eater, I had now used the Imperius curse on Blade Avery, forcing him to murder Fred. I was sentenced to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban.

Azkaban was a horrible place; it was worse then death itself. Each day was worse then sleep... I wished I would die. I tried banging my head against the concrete but the Dementors wouldn't let me. They wanted everything I had, every pleasant thought and memory.

Which brings me to the present.