Thanks Jez, for all your reviews in both accounts. I'll eventually fix the few mistakes made earlier on, but for now, this is the last of the story.
"Harry Potter." The voice was instantly identifiable as Monica's. He looked to see her standing in the light that suffused the room. She hadn't changed clothes, and though the wound was gone, there was still blood on her jeans. She noted it, and sighed. "Never mind. Harry, I'm going to tell you a few things, though you won't remember them. It doesn't matter. First of all, despite all we did, nothing has changed from when you first received your letter."
"You mean it was all for nothing?" Harry asked.
"Not exactly. See, everything we did, changed the timeline, so that the Lance never affected your world. Time has returned to the place it was just before you recieved your letter. That reset, has stopped everything that went wrong, from going wrong. Be warned, other things will, but the Lance is defeated. It will not trouble you again."
"And what about you? You died. Will I remember you?" Harry asked. Monica smiled.
"Maybe, and maybe not. After time has readjusted, I'm no longer dead. We'll see just what happens, Harry Potter." She laughed. "And the one thing you will remember, is that sometimes, the least likely friends, sometimes make the best allies you could want." Light flared again.
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine walked into the great hall, to see the tables almost filled, and the teachers all seated. A dark-haired young woman was conversing with Dumbledore. As they approached their seats, she walked past them towards, the door, tank top, and skin tight jeans drawing much attention. No one thought her odd for walking with a peculiar silver-white staff in one hand. As she passed, Dean Thomas would swear later, that he heard her speak.
"I'll have to come back here, there's some nice ass in this place." While many made jokes about him hearing things, an equal number were sincerely hoping he'd heard right.
