A/N: Well, its finally here, sorry it took so long. Thank you very much to all my reviews. I think this chapter will awnser all your questions. Thank you to my beta reader Slytherin-Ali!I think that's it, so hope you like this chapter.

Warning: There is some langrage in this chapter, so I am rating this chapter PG-13. Don't read it if you don't like hearing some bad langrage.


Two Kisses

"HE'S A WHAT!" Harry yelled, totally caught off guard. 'Did she just say what I thought she said?' he asked himself. No, that can't be possible. Someone as perfect as Emily can't have a father who is a Death Eater. No way. But that did make sense and would explain why she was all beaten up.

"Harry." McGonagall said sharply, "Emily, are you sure?"

"Yes," Emily said softly, still crying. "He told me himself, he was not in the inner circle, b-but he was one. H-he found out about H-Harry. I took the bus, but he's co-coming. I'm so sorry."

Harry looked at his grandma, worried.

"Don't worry, we can deal with him," McGonagall assured them, pulling out her wand again.

"So you're a witch?' Harry asked, stunned.

"Yes, I've always known you were one. Every since that day you told me you were on the run from an evil wizard. I kind of put all the pieces together. I should have told you; b-but I was afraid you would hate me. Then when Dad dropped me off yesterday, he sensed your magic and I had to tell. He was killing me."

"Em, I don't hate you. I would never hate you. I-I think I love you," Harry said, not looking at her. "I think I've always loved you, ever since I first saw you."

Harry looked up to see that Emily was still crying, but through them Harry could see she was beaming.

"Oh, Harry, I love you too. I've been in love with you ever since you told me you loved Star Wars. I didn't know why, I just did." She hugged him and did something that Harry, at ten, still thought was gross. She kissed him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before; it was kind of gross, but at the same time wonderful. It was like for a second the whole world vanished and they were the only two people alive. It didn't matter that they were ten, or that Emily's dad was coming to kill him, for in that moment they were just two people in love.

"Imhm."

And then the moment ended and they were thrust back into the real world. They looked up to see McGonagall watching them, disapproving.

"Harry, this is not the time or place for this, but you are far too young to be, well, doing that. We will talk about this later," she said this all in a very stern voice but Harry could tell she was trying not to cry herself. For he knew something most of the Hogwarts population wouldn't dream of even thinking; his Grandma was really an old softy.

"Sorry," they muttered.

"Yes, well, I think we should-" McGonagall started but was interrupted by a loud bang. They had forgotten to magically lock the door and Emily's dad was here.

"Harry, Emily, I want you to stay behind me, no matter what."

"Where is he?" Emily's dad screamed, "I know that bastard is here. He ruined everything. I'll kill him."

Harry knew the man was talking about him. It was really unnerving thinking someone he hadn't even met hated him that much.

"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to get out of my house," McGonagall said in a calm voice.

"Get out of my way, bitch," the man yelled. Then he spotted Harry.

"Crucio," he shouted.

It was pain like nothing Harry had ever felt before. The pain was indescribable; he was screaming and rolling on the ground in pain. In the background he could hear Emily screaming too. Then the pain went away. He saw that Emily had leapt onto her father and was rolling with him on the ground.

"Meddling bitch, I'll teach you a lesson," her father cried, raising his wand and shouting two words that Harry thought he had heard before. "Avada Kedavra!"

In slow motion Harry saw a bolt of green light erupt from his wand and hit Emily in the chest. She fell to the ground, a look of shock on her face; she was dead before she hit the ground.

After that Harry didn't notice what was going on around him. He was trying to tell himself that it wasn't true. No it couldn't be true. Emily couldn't be dead. No way.

"Harry," his grandma said, looking at him with concern. "The police are here. I managed to tie that man up; they want you to come down for questioning. Just tell them he had a gun, you know what a gun is?"

He nodded mutely as the police lead them both out and to the station. All throughout the ride Harry thought about that kiss, that last kiss, where he had realized how much he truly loved Emily.

"Harry, can you look at me?" his grandma said. She was crying. He had never seen his grandma cry before. That just made which made whole thing sink in more. "I know this must be very hard for you, but you cannot tell them what really happened, remember that." He nodded again.

"Harry, can you please tell me what happened?" The policeman asked him when they had reached the station.

"I-I don't know," Harry muttered, "he, err, kicked me and I wasn't looking, but I think he had a gun and shot her. She was defending me."

"Why would she do that?" The policeman asked.

"Because she loved me and I loved her," Harry answered, hoping they could hear him though the tears. Because it had finally sunk in Emily, his beloved Emily was dead.

"Hey, kid, are you OK?" the man asked him, worried.

"No," Harry sobbed, "no she's dead, he killed her and now she's dead. I'll never be fine again."

Harry went to her grave every day for weeks till his Grandma made him stop. She kept telling him it was not healthy, but Harry just wanted to read the words engraved on Emily's tombstone. The words he had insisted on putting there, for he felt Emily would have loved the irony.

I only remember two kisses - the first and the last. The first, with my love and the last, with death. The first brought happiness and the last relief!
-Srijit Prabhakaran