Note- Please, before you read this, go read the second chapter. I rewrote part of it that is ESSENTIAL to understanding this. Thank you.

A/N: I've been gone for so long that I almost forgot about My goal is to finish up all of my stories. And, yes, this is going to be the last chapter of Garcon. I'm adding an epilogue also, so you won't get bored. Don't shoot me dodges fruit I'm going to finish all of my stories, start a couple more, and then devote myself entirely to for this little story I'm calling The Shakespeare Murders. sinister laugh And, of course, continue rewriting wired.

I apologize horribly for not updating sooner. May fortune strike me down for being irresponsible.

Now, notes-

Firstly, I am not going to get a translator person thing. This story is almost over. Thanks very much to all of you who emailed me and offered to correct my poor French skills, but it's really quite alright. I will live with my crappy French (and so will you, if you want to keep your ribcage intact).

Secondly, I again apologize to all people who live in France or Canadadia (Canada, to the non-clinically-insane), for officially disgracing your language.

Now that my rant is over... enjoy!

Le Garçon Qui Ne Vivants Pas

Chapter 6

Brawl

"Virginia? It's the ministry. They have some... questions..."

Everyone froze. I could barely distinguish the noise and movement of Draco's sharp intakes of breath, in comparison to Virginia's holding her breath and trembling softly. I shut my eyes and took an anxious sharp gasp before walking out the door and into the hallway.

"She's asleep right now- the poor thing has had such a long day." I tried to make my voice take on a convincing tone, more of a sympathy plea. "Just tell them to come back, um, later?"

There was a slight pause. "No, wake her up."

Oh dear.

I slowly progressed back into the room, letting my boots scuff the polished wood floor. The look of fear in the poor young woman's eyes was too much to bear, and I could hardly bear the way her shoulders were slightly trembling.

Her eyes dropped in stature, prestige, everything. Everything she had built up over her entire life. I had always possessed the suspicion that she was a bit tired of being Mrs. Harry Potter. It's not like the position wasn't in demand. He was often one of Witch Weekly's "Top 100 Hotties", usually placing in the top 10 or so. Girls couldn't resist his dreamy smile and tousled air, it seemed. But Virginia... she was something different. I could tell that she wasn't one of those "gold-diggers", seeing as she had grown up rather poor herself.

All she ever wanted was love.

Draco placed an arm around her, giving her a tight hug before letting her go. She straightened her dress and stood up, dusting herself off and making a slow way toward the door.

Suddenly a change. I stepped in front of her, opening the door and walking the long hallways to where they were standing.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Harry Potter were conversing, chatting lightly. With them were about 10 to 15 guards of various heights, trained to look rather menacing.

"We're just going around and checking with anyone who has had any previous involvement with Mr. Malfoy. I'm glad that you're being so open about the matter. We," Fudge motioned to himself and his guards, "are quite thankful."

"It's nothing. I'm sure that Virginia will also be down in a moment. She's had such a long day."

I interrupted- "Mr. Fudge, if you want her, you can go get her. I need to have a word with Harry about... mother." I didn't care anymore. I knew. I knew the answer, I knew the reason, I knew my parentage. I knew who I had once known, I knew who my angels were. I also knew my demons.

Fudge fetched me a quizzical look.

"Take the stairs. 2 lefts, 1 right, 1 left. The plush looking room at the end of a hallway. Take some guards with you, if you want." I forced a laugh.

"Of course, Miss. Everett."

"Oh, please, call me Evelyn." I smiled politely, running a hand through my hair. There was something gravely familiar about the touch...

---

She tangled her fingers in his blonde hair, feeling him close to climax and relief. He shuddered as he released himself inside of her with a passion as she came herself, both of them screaming out their cries in the air.

Afterwards, they did not cuddle. Evelyn was not one to cuddle after sex. She turned herself on his large bed and rested her head in her hands as she sighed contentedly.

"What's Harry Potter like?"

He paused his observations quite abruptly, staring at her with a mix of anger and shock.

"Why are you asking such a question?"

"Because I'm curious. Edward loathes talking about him." Evelyn nodded. "Something about turning him into a rodent."

"Potter is... an obstacle. He needs to be rid of. His mother was a very powerful and beautiful woman, though. His father was a different matter; much too arrogant for my tastes. I went to school with him. He suffers from a terrible upbringing..."

"Oh." She paused, turning onto her back. She was not afraid to expose herself to him anymore. They were used to it. Modesty was for the weak.

"Le Garçon Qui Ne Vivants Pas. The boy who lives no more." He let out a small chuckle at that. "Everyone thinks that he is the savior of the Wizarding world, when really he is nothing more than a weak neglected child. As opposed to your father, child."

Evelyn had not seen her father for too many nights. The mansion was cold without them, and she had taken to staying with Monsieur Mauvais. He was old enough to be her father. And yet, there was still some kind of love between the two of them. Neither had been loved by anyone before.

Except for Evelyn. She knew her father loved her more than anything in the world.

---

"I love you more than anything in the world," she spoke quietly, gazing up at his face. He smiled. "They can't take you away from me."

Virginia rested her head in Draco's lap. It was only a matter of time. He drew circles on her face with his finger and sang quietly in French; about love and war and sorrow.

It was only a matter of time.

She laid on her back, staring up at him contentedly. They acted calm, though they knew the worst was to come.

It was only a matter of time.

---

"It's only a matter of time, Evelyn."

"Until what? You spit me out, like every other woman you play with?"

"This is different!" he shouted, staring into her eyes. "You have to make a choice. There is a war going on. Distinguish where your loyalties lie."

"You and your remarkable 'loyalties,' driving a women to her death because you were to jealous to admit fault! You only joined my father because he tempted you with the one thing you wanted most!" she spat venomously, letting the ending syllables linger in the air like heavy fog.

"Your father only wanted a male heir, Evie. You've let him down. I'm not lying about that."

She paused, hurt.

"There have been too many lies, sir. I cannot stand by and watch innocent people meet an untimely death."

"Think of your father, Evie. Think about him."

Albinoni's Adagio was playing softly from an antique record player. She gazed downward, averting her eyes, focusing on the ornate box. She stroked it lovingly- dragging her fingers across the smooth, sleek wood.

"I don't want to think about him. I don't even recognize him when he comes to call. He doesn't look like he used to."

Monsieur Mauvais rolled his eyes. "Of course he doesn't. He has a mission to undertake."

"That doesn't explain why he always looks like he's about to die."

---

"I think I'm going to die of suspense," Harry stated with a fake air of eloquence. "What was that little diversion about?"

Fudge had made his way upstairs, leading his band of merry fools along with him. Harry was confused as hell.

"Harry..." I started, choosing my words with incredible care, "there's something I need to tell you."

He stared in rapt attention. I knew that I needed to tell him the truth.

"You-know-who didn't kill both of your parents, Harry. He only killed one."

"You're lying. I'm not about to trust you." He scowled. I had figured that he wasn't going to listen. I was going to have to shock him.

"Look... my name isn't Alice Everett. It's Alice Evelyn Evans."

I couldn't miss the look of shock and desperation in his eyes.

"Your mother loved your father very much, Harry. They almost loved each other too much. She was a... a target for people. She was a very pretty and desirable woman. My father took her from you."

He crumbled to the floor, legs given out from trembling.

"I can guarantee you that she wasn't very happy. She died when I was around 10. She only thought about you. She did not enjoy French society much." I glanced down at my feet, sheepishly. "All of the balls and banquets she had to take care of."

"Wait... wait... who... who was your... father... ?" He looked so sad that I almost couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

"The person you hate the most."

"Draco Malfoy?" He asked, quizzically.

"No..." I sighed, "My full name is Alice Evelyn Evans Riddle."

I turned around quickly, so that I wouldn't have to see his reaction, and walked upstairs.

I did not want to see a grown man cry.

---

I reached the room just as Fudge and his investigators did, since, of course, they had no idea where they were going. The minister of magic knocked quietly, then just started banging on the door.

"Mrs. Potter, please open up. I'm here from the ministry and have some questions for you."

They heard loud sobbing, followed by a huge crash. Shocked, Fudge banged on the door again.

"Mrs. Potter... are you alright?" he asked, rather incredulously.

Inside, Draco and Virginia were trying to open a window. It wasn't working very well, seeing as the window wouldn't budge. They had taken to speaking in English lately, as Virginia had finally figured out that he hadn't forgotten the language in some tragic incident.

Draco frowned impatiently. "The clasp isn't working, and I really don't want to fall 8 stories to my doom."

"I'm sure the fall wouldn't kill you," she giggled half-heartedly, looking around sadly. "I don't suppose anything could."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm only human."

"No, you're really not..." she embraced him warmly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Please, don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry, I won't-"He started, but at that moment, the door burst open.

It must have seemed very compromising to see Virginia Potter in a passionate embrace with someone who wasn't her husband. Especially to the minister of magic, and especially if the "someone who wasn't her husband" was an escaped criminal.

Virginia stared like a deer in headlights. "Erm..."

Her pause allowed Fudge just enough time to compose himself before shouting out with: "You are hereby issued under arrest, Mrs. Virginia Potter, for harboring an escaped criminal. Draco Edward Malfoy, you are to be reissued in the Esprit Torture de Dieu asylum until further notice."

Draco noted that his pronunciation of French was quite terrible. He came up with a quick idea.

"J'apprécie essaie du fromage." I enjoy sampling cheese. He stated primly, acting like it was something important. "J'aimerais vous faire claquer aussi avec un grand poisson." I would also like to smack you with a large fish.

Virginia had to try quite hard in her attempt at keeping her laughter in check.

"Try to protest all you want, Mr. Malfoy, there's no getting out of it," shouted Fudge, having obviously forgotten that Mr. Malfoy 'only spoke French.'

"That's Mauvais to you, sir."

Draco grinned and punched the minister of magic in the face.

---

It was a long sort of fight- the kind that you often see at the movies. The surprise twist was that Virginia and I took out most of the 20-something assistants while Draco and Fudge battled with their wits, trying to intimidate the other into giving up.

Draco finally shot a successful Avada Kedavra in Fudge's direction. He fell quite gracefully, landing on the floor in a heap.

Virginia, meanwhile, had finally figured out the latch on the window. Her trembling arms pushed the window itself until it was halfway up, enabling more than enough room for a person to climb out.

"Draco, try using 'accio broomstick.' That might enable our fall to be a bit easier." She nodded, chuckling softly.

I smiled. "I wish both of you the best of happiness with your life together. Happiness has been long overdue."

"Nonsense- I've always been happy. As long as I know he's alive." Virginia leaned slightly out the window, gazing at the courtyard. "The tulips are so beautiful this time of year. I hate to leave my home, but I suppose that it has never really been my home at all."

"I guess it was a home of sorts," commented Draco as he stood staring at me. "For her, at least. Potter really loved her."

Virginia turned around, cocking her head to the side slightly and asking her question. "Where has he gone, by the way?"

"I think he's still downstairs." I wrung my hands in disregard. "No clue."

It was almost too good to believe. But we had made a crucial mistake-

We all presumed that Fudge was dead.

A half-whispered "cruciatus" reverberated around the room at the same time as the minister pulled out his wand, pointing it at Draco. I gasped unexpectedly. This was a turn of events.

Draco twisted in agony, his body giving away his inner anguish as he stumbled backwards, knocking into Virginia. She screamed and fell backwards, tumbling out the window like a limp rag doll with red, flowing hair.

I heard a large snap and a breaking noise and prepared myself for the worst, running to the open window and peering out at the gruesome scene before me.

There was barely any blood. She had landed in the arms of an angel, so to speak. The statue in the courtyard was holding her in its arms, her lips twisted into an unusual little smile. There was a large gash on her head where blood was oozing from it like tears, droplets gracing her beautiful ivory cheeks before hitting the statue's hands.

I literally jumped down the stairs, running so fast that I was almost sliding down the marble staircase. Harry had also heard the noise and ran outside, startled at the sight of his wife.

I don't suppose people are usually so beautiful when they die. Virginia was the exception. She had felt no pain, finally knowing that Draco was safe, no longer under attack. She had done her duty, she had done it well.

Hearing footsteps, I turned around, staring unhappily at what was coming down the street. Cornelius Fudge along with some of his ministry friends, looking ready to kill.

"You are under arrest from the ministry of magic for harboring an escaped criminal. Please turn yourselves in quietly, you will appreciate it later."

I paused. "Well then who the hell was that upstairs?"

---

Overall, the whole matter was sorted out. Turns out that the impostor Fudge upstairs had been Peter Pettigrew and a crew of death eaters. They were able to identify him by the missing finger.

So, they decided to use Hammurabi's code to settle the matter. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. 19 people were killed in all, 18 of them wanted criminals. The ministry forgave Draco and gave him the choice of freedom or returning to the asylum.

He decided to go back to the asylum.

But first, he decided to perform a little matter of his own. The day of Virginia's death, he went back to the potter estate, standing in front of his lovely Ginny in the statue's arms.

"Metamorphosis caementum."

---

Virginia's funeral. The family had wanted it to be an open casket, but Potter disagreed. No one quite knew why. They guessed it was too painful to look at the woman who had never loved him back.

"Your sins are forgiven." whispered Harry, in regard only toward himself. He stroked the smooth wood softly before walking away, out of the building, back to his home.

He did not allow any visitors. They only would have asked him how he was feeling, how was he coping. He was not feeling too well.

He spent most of his time outside, tending to the flowers just like Virginia used to do.

And he sat and cried in front of his statue, his Virginia finally captured in the essence of happiness. Her limp, pale body forever immortalized in stone.

---

End.

A/N: AHH! I FINISHED A STORY! Yes, I am writing an epilogue. Expect it soon, kids. It will explain what happens to our narrator. And it's going to read out a lot like the first chapter. Hint hint nudge nudge. I'm so very sorry that you had to wait so long to see what happened. Here's some things to clear up, if you missed them in the story-

Tom Riddle/Voldemort/You know who kidnapped Lily Evans-Potter, marrying her as bait for Lucius Malfoy to join the death eater party. Tom and Lily had a daughter, named Alice Evelyn Evans Riddle. She changed her last name to Everett for protection and dropped her paternal last name. She lived in France until she was old enough to go to Hogwarts, and then spent every summer in France.

Note- In death eater French society, they all refer to each other using their middle names, for security. Therefore Draco Malfoy becomes Edward Mauvais, etc.

Yes, Monseiur Mauvais is Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy. Therefore, this story includes description of underage sexual relations between an adolescent and adult. I apologize if this offended you.

Thank you so much for reading, and please expect the epilogue soon!

-Clare/KillthePoseurs/Ming