What I Learned in 7th Year

Disclaimer: I still don't own the characters. I know it's very depressing. I'm just borrowing them from the great J.K. Rowling. I'll give them back, I promise... well most of them anyway. n.n

A/N: Italics are the wolf and non italics are Remus. Just wanted to clear that up, so I don't go and confuse the heck out of you.

Chapter 15-The Beginning of the End

Remus sighed and set down the hill, away from the cottage. He knew he would have to walk quickly all day if he was to make it by morning. He was headed one of the largest Floo Stations in Scotland. It was a good 50 miles away and tonight was the full moon. He always wore a collar with a small tag and box hanging from it the day of the full moon. It was regulation for all werewolves. It was more like a long strap of leather tied around his neck, seeing as his neck grew in width when he transformed. Before he transformed he planned to take the wolfsbane so he would be in control and then shrink his clothes and belongs to fit in the small box. He would run in the form of a wolf covering all the distance in one full day. He had only traveled like this twice before and knew it would not do to go near large towns, you never knew when a strong surge from the wolf could take over, the potion was made for just lying down and sleeping with.

The sun was beginning to sink below the trees when he stopped to get ready for the night. Sitting down on his thick cloak he pulled out some sandwiches and ate while pondering on what he was to do. He knew he was leaving because he did not like being anywhere near Hermione while in his wolf form and was glad to get away. He was also leaving partially for the Order. Snape had been discovered as a spy and was in danger. It was expected that there would be a large uprising and they had to get him away from the school secretly. There was an Order member currently in the Polyjuice Potion form of Severus hidden away in the castle. Other members were rushing in to help keep the students safe. If they were lucky this mighty be the last battle they would have to fight, but he didn't bother hoping for he knew things were not always as one hoped. If they were would he really be a werewolf?

Sighing he stowed away his belongings and downed the vile potion. Grimacing at the bitter taste he shrunk his belongings, a normal shrinking spell was not good enough so he had invented a maximized version. Muttering the incantation under his breath he smiled at the familiar sight of his pack the size of a fly. Tucking it safely away in his box he clasped the lid closed and muttered another locking spell he had invented to be used by wandless magic.

As the full moon rose over the treetops and Remus positioned himself for a painful transformation. He could feel bones begin to shift and muscle And sinew ripping and rejoining in new forms. It felt as if a troll was taking his body and breaking it into pieces, then building something completely different. After a few minutes of hell a gray wolf sat panting on the ground, a leather collar around its neck. It shook its head and lopped gently down the hill. Gathering momentum he broke out into a run.

This was the part about his transformations that he actually didn't mind. Running free. He liked being in the body of the wolf, the heightened senses and gracefulness. It was a blessing in a curse. He ran happily through the trees, taking in the strong scents of the wildlife around.

He had been running for a few hours and was making good progress when he came to a small stream. Panting, he began to lap up the water greedily. As the water soothed his throat, a loud howl sounded through out the air. The wolf shuddered. He recognized that howl as a werewolves howl. 'O crap!' the human voice thought. He braced him self for the struggle with in that would come.

'Wolf!'

'No! I have to go. We have to get the station by morning'

'No! We want to find the wolf!'

'We can't go find it! It could kill us anyway.'

'Wolf nice, wolf not hurt us.'

'Yes it will, it will hurt us or worse. If we get really unlucky you might get stuck mated!'

'We like this wolf.'

'How would you know? You don't even know who it is.'

'We go find now.'

'No.'

'Yes!'

'NO!' He shouted to at the wolf. He could feel it subside and the human part regained control. He panted then decided it was best if he left, immediately. He dashed away from the stream and didn't slow down until he felt as if he could move anymore. He collapsed on top of a large hill. He looked out over the scenery and gave a wolfish grin. There lay a small pub on the outskirts of town. It was just down the hill so he decided to just sleep until morning. The sun rose about a hour later and he began the painful transformation again. He lay shuddering on the ground as he pulled out his cloak and pack. Shoving his clothes on proved to be painful, as he was sore from the transformations and running all night.

He stretched and walked stiffly down the hill. He pushed the door open and was greeted by an empty room. There was no one inside except for a middle-aged man, who was polishing glasses behind the counter. The light was dim and he felt grateful for it. He sat down slowly on a stool and gave a weak smile at the man. "A small whisky please," he said quietly. The man nodded and walked away.

After he had downed the drink, the man asked if he needed anything else. He nodded and tried to remember what Dumbledore had told him to say to get to the floo. "I'd like a fire whisky double shot with powder in it please. I have a long trip ahead of me."

The man smiled. "Come on back my boy," he said with a deep voice and waved to a small door at the end of the bar. Remus nodded and went through it. He gave a gasp at what he saw. There was a large stone fireplace big enough to seat up to twenty witches and wizards and their luggage set in the middle of the wall, and then on the opposite side of the room there were 15 small single fireplaces and a few fire places set up for couples. A large cauldron was stationed in the middle of the room and filled to the brim with a shimmering green powder. A woman sat behind a large desk, waiting for business and obviously bored. She looked up and smiled at the sight of someone to help.

"Hello and welcome to Rivendern, Scotland's largest floo station. Are you traveling alone or will you be waiting for someone else?" She asked in a thick accent.

"No, I'm alone," he said quietly.

"Well then I just need your name and the location that you're traveling then."

"Remus Lupin," he said nervously. "And I'm going to Hogwarts. Gate 17, that's the headmasters office, I believe."

"Remus Lupin," she said out loud as she wrote it. "Gate HW-17.That will be 7 galleons. But it would be only one if you wanted to use Gate 5, which is the entrance hall."

"No, I'll use 17," he said searching through his pockets. He found nothing and cursed silently. He had left his change bag in his box. "Shoot," he whispered. He couldn't think of anything to do but get it out right there. He pulled the small box up and was careful to hide the tag in his hand. He pulled out his change bag and snapped the box shut, quickly tucking it back out of sight. For once he agreed with Sirius and was glad that he was attractively built, the woman had not noticed the box as she had been to busy checking him out.

"Here," he said in his deep and slightly hoarse voice. He handed her the galleons and waited as she finished her scribbling and handed him a small recite. He tucked it away into his pocket and followed her over to one of the single fireplaces. It was made completely out of a dark stone that looked like slate or granite and was charred black in spots from the flames. Above it on a small brass plate it said 'S12', which he assumed meant Single fireplace 12. A small fire came up as she pressed her hand into a small onyx square in the wall. She handed him a small hand full of powder.

"Just say HW-17 and it'll take you straight there," she told him not releasing her hand from his. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable under her scrutinizing stare and close proximity. She kept looking at him as if he was a piece of meat and she was a starved dog. Before he knew it her lips were pressed against his. He gasped at the sudden and unwanted contact and she took that as a perfect opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. It took him a moment to get over the shock of a woman whose name he didn't know – maybe, it was Linda… he wasn't sure, he hadn't paid much attention to the nameplate on her desk -- kissing him so forcefully. When his brain finally began to function, the first though that came to his mind was Hermione. He pushed the woman away as gently as he could, but with getting the point that he wanted none of that through.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he said as rushed and politely he could. He took the powder and threw it in to the flames. Once the flames were a deep emerald and dancing up the wall he stepped in. "HW-17," he said loudly and clearly. He felt as if he was in a blender as he spun around through the floo network. After a few minutes of the dizzying travel, he fell out into a brightly-lit office. He gave a few loud and painful sounding coughs as he stood and began brushing the soot off his robes.

A young witch that he assumed must be a new teacher told him to go check in with Minerva then go off to one of the guest rooms for a good night of sleep. He smiled gratefully and made his way through the warm castle. It was just how he remembered it from when he taught there four years ago and since he had spent seven years there as a student. But this time, it was different. Every painting and statue seemed to remind him of a memory with his fellow Marauders who were now all dead. (The previous year Peter had been murdered by his master and personally Remus couldn't care less.)

It took him about three times as long as it should have, as he stopped multiple times to stop and think, but he finally got to his rooms. He sank into a comfortable couch in front of a large fire and pulled on a small rope. Immediately a house elf appeared in his fireplace. "What can I do for you sir?" It squeaked.

He smiled, the little creatures never ceased to amuse him. "Could you please bring me up some dinner?"

"Of course sir! Squidgy would be honoured!" It disappeared and the flames turned back to their normal colours. A few minutes later and the elf popped up into his room carrying a small tray of food. "Here you are sir. Please let Squidgy know if the sir would be requiring anything else."

"No, that's all for now. Thank you Squidgy," he said, trying desperately to not laugh at the name Squidgy. The elf by the name of Squidgy bowed lowly to the ground and popped out of the room. After devouring his food Remus dragged himself up to his room and fell into bed, still in his clothes. He woke up 12 hours later feeling much better. Until he look at his clock.

"12:30!" he yelled, jolting up out of bed. "Shit, I'm gonna be late," he grabbed a last roll from the other night and ran off to Dumbledore's office, completely unaware of him rumpled robes and over all appearance.

He skidded to a halt outside of the large oak doors that marked the office and took a deep breath, running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to flatten it. He opened the door and stepped inside, amongst many other men and women of scattered ages.

"Remus!" A happy and feminine voice called. He barely had time to look for the source before he was hit in the chest with 120 pounds of Tonks. He laughed and returned his old friend's embrace. "It's good to see you mate!" She said in her young voice, and pulled back to look him over. "And you still look the bloody same, how do you do it?"

Remus laughed at her comment. "Well Tonks, some of us wake up and decide what to wear in the morning not what to look like. And I hardly doubt that I look the same."

Tonks gave a loud laugh at his rebut. "I guess you're right there mate, though it looks like you didn't think about your wardrobe at all this morning." Remus just smiled sheepishly.

They went to go sit down in the last two empty chairs. Looking around the room he noticed many of the familiar faces left in the order. Harry and Ron were sitting next to Dumbledore and talking quietly. Next to them were Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and their parents. Percy was no longer in a disagreement with them but he wasn't up to fighting in the Order, and Ginny wasn't considered old enough, much to her protests, as she was only in her sixth year. Talking quietly next to them was Shaklebolt, Moody, McGonnagall, two brothers by the name of Doffs, Oliver Wood, Fleur and her husband Jon, The Arithmancy professor, a young man just graduated named Robson Nanncy, and a young with who had just moved from America named Lexy Mills, and finally the twins Alexandra and Joanna and their husbands Joseph and Jose, and then two new people he had never met before. He supposed they had just joined while he was watching over Hermione though that didn't make much sense, considering every member was required to vote whether or not new members should be allowed in or not, and he hadn't been informed. He put the issue from his mind as Dumbledore began to speak.

"Welcome everyone. I assume you all have been told why you are here. We have been informed of a Death Eater attack on our very own Severus Snape. As you know we have taken the necessary precautions to keep him safe. We're not quite sure when this attack will happen, but we do know it will be late at night or early in the morning and very soon. We have sentries posted at the doors and in all the towers to keep a watch. And some people flying around invisible over the grounds. It's simple really but quite complex in a way. There are more safety details that select people know about, but only because they are in charge of them. Before I take any questions may I introduce you to our two newest members. The man next to Minerva is Alex Madrigan and next to him is Lestat Westmann. They join us from France and are eager to help. I know that they did not go through the initial trial period for as long as you all had to but we are in dire need of help after… well after the recent attacks that have occurred. Now are there any questions I can answer?"

Remus looked curiously at the two new comers. Alex had long wavy black hair that reached down to brush his shoulders and dark brown eyes that were almost black. He had a pale complexion that was sprinkled with a few dark freckles. He looked to be about 5' 7'' and was athletic looking. He did not look French at all, more like Mexican if he thought about it. Lestat had thick blonde hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail so Remus could not see how long it went. He had a French and almost Aristocratic look about him. He looked very young with his vibrant blue-gray eyes and lightly tanned skin. His had a thin mouth that was set in a straight line and his long, slim fingers were placed lightly on top of a dark cane. Remus was sensing something weird from the both of them but he wasn't sure what it was. It was something like what Sirius and James were like before a prank and Severus before revenge on Sirius. Whatever it was he didn't trust it. His thoughts were broken when a large cry came from outside.

Everyone in the room looked wildly around and finally their gaze landed outside. They were shocked as they looked through the large glass window. Large black figures were moving swiftly across the grounds and people seemed to be falling out of the sky either already dead or dying on impact. Since falling people didn't make any sense Remus knew that the falling men and women were the flying scouts. The Death Eaters were attacking Hogwarts.

The Order quickly got up and made for the large double doors only to be stopped by two men. Blocking the door was Alex and Lestat. "No one is getting out of here alive," Lestat sneered in a cold voice. Inside Remus chuckled at the thick accent that laced the sneer but pushed down the thought to more serious ones. Alex blocked the door but didn't say anything. It appeared that he was there against his will and although he was a Death Eater he wasn't very comfortable standing in front of a large group of intimidating people, threatening their lives.

"And what makes you think that your simple words will stop us?" Mad-Eye Moody asked in his gruff voice. Suddenly Harry was in the front of the room and Lestat's wand was pointed between his eyes while Alex was holding him down.

"You need Potter to win this war. Anyone moves and Potter can't help you," Lestat replied, sounding pleased with his quick thinking.

Cursing Albus' trust, Remus let all his terrified and worried thoughts go and tried to remember some of the spells the marauders had used for pranks that could possibly be helpful here. Then he remembered the perfect charm. They had used it in their sixth year on Lucius and Severus. It was Expeliarmis to a higher level. You could charm it on multiple people by adding or getting rid of a few words and instead of throwing them backwards and their wands dropping they were weighed down on the ground to heavy to get up and their wand would come straight to you. It had been invented and modified just for that prank. Summoning up his strength Remus silently whispered the spell. Before anyone knew what happened the two Death Eaters fell to the ground and their wands flew straight into Remus' hand. The Order moved quickly in to bind them as Harry stepped away. "Well done Remus," Albus said. "I knew that letting some of your pranks slip by might come in handy some day."

Remus smiled lightly and followed the rest of the Order outside. The halls were empty, as were most paintings except for the ones across from the windows. Every painting had, had its occupant leave it to crowd into paintings with views of the up coming battle. The Order walked briskly down through the halls and onto the field. The seventh and select sixth year students were gathered with the remaining teachers at the front doors awaiting the arrival of the order. The 26 members met up with the five solemn teachers and a little over 40 nervous students.

"All right everyone," the elderly headmaster began. "This could very well be the last war we have the Dark forces. Ron, you, Minerva and I will all protect and help Harry get to Voldemort. All Order members and teachers can attack his supporters, and students are to remain in groups of three the whole time. Good luck everyone, and please don't try to do anything impressive that might get you hurt or killed." Albus bowed his head along with the others, in a flash though every one was heading outside. Before Remus made it to the door he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to met the solemn face of the elderly headmaster. "Remus my boy, I know you want revenge on Bellatrix but please, don't get yourself killed to in the process. I'm sure that sometimes it may seem… tempting but please do your best to live through this battle. We all need you here, especially Hermione." With that the old man was out the door and onto the field.

He stood still for a moment and watched their forces line up on the grass. The bright, midday light streamed in around them making it impossible for him to see their faces. He though about Albus' words and sighed. He was right, he wanted revenge on Bellatrix very bad for helping to take away Lily and James and mostly for taking Sirius and putting him in Azkaban, then locking him up in the one place he hated most, and mostly for killing him. All these things he blamed her and her wretched master for and he was positively livid and ready to get at her. But when he thought of Hermione waiting nervously at the cottage for him and Harry who needed him, as he was the closest thing left to having a parent around and he was the last living true marauder he knew he couldn't get too cocky. Albus was right though, he did often want to die, just to be reunited with the ones he loved and still did, but he would see this through.

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Out on the lawn Remus was shocked momentarily at what he saw. Bodies already lay dead of both the Light and Dark side, and scattered around the field groups of people were matched up against each other, locked in battle. Screams of pain rose above the shouts of insults and curses chilling his blood. Frantic nurses and a guard scurried around to tend to the wounded that could be healed easily or removing the injured to hospitals by portkey. A small ring of black cloaked men stood around a dark figure. He could see Harry moving towards it with Ron, Minerva and Albus trailing close behind him, shielding him from all unwanted spells. A loud laugh that sounded so cruel it was almost a cackle met his ears and his eyes immediately locked onto the moving figure of Bellatrix Lestrange.

He could feel the adrenaline course through his veins as he strolled quickly to within shouting distance of her. "LESTRANGE!" He bellowed over the field. She turned to stare at him with her dark eyes. "WE HAVE A SCORE TO SETTLE!" She smirked maliciously and began to walk towards him, her wand at the ready. He quickly pulled his out and prepared himself to clear all thoughts of anything but the on coming battle. Setting aside his emotions he stood two feet away from her wand held at the ready. "This is just between us Bella, no calling for help if you think you need it. Just you and me in a fight to the death," he said just loud enough for her to hear.

"A pleasure Lupin," she said coolly. "On three then?"

He nodded as she began to count.

"One."

Remus raised his wand in front of him in a defensive and offensive position.

"Two."

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Remus' POV

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My mind cleared and I prepared my first spell to use. But before she got to three I was down on my knees, gasping for air. I felt thousands of invisible knives cutting into my skin and feet kicking the air out of my lungs. She had cast the Cruticus on me.

"Three, wolf," she said and gave a sadistic laugh while circling around me like a vulture. She pulled it off me and let me begin to catch my breath. She cast another spell and I rolled quickly to avoid the surely harmful blue light. I snatched my wand up from the ground and pointed it at her.

"Leviction!" I yelled. A purple beam hit her square in the chest and she put a hand up to her heart. The Leviction spell causes the opponent's heart rate to slow, making them drag and move slower. I took it off her before it made her heart stop completely. For some reason, that spell always took a lot out of me. I raised up my wand and muttered an incantation. Water trickled from the end of my wand. I raised it up and lapped it up like I would do as the wolf. Apparently my little water break was all Bellatrix needed to get back up and moving. A red flash off light hit my cheek and a small lined of blood slid down my face. Two more followed the first flash and soon I was kneeling on the ground with my cheek, arm and chest bleeding steadily.

"Well, well, well. It would seem that the wolf isn't quite as strong as he thinks he is," cackled the dark haired witch. She walked over and kicked me strongly in the ribs, just barely missing her previous cut and breaking a rib or two instead. I grunted in pain, hugging my arms around my chest. I grimaced and stumbled clumsily to my feet, picking my wand up as I went. She seemed slightly shocked that I could stand but not too worried. I blinked a few times and tried to remember that this was for revenge. I felt adrenaline course back through me and I raised up my wand.

I pointed it above my head. "Aquatist!" I called. A large pour of water came from my wand which I moved quickly, and froze the water. Just before the ice block hit the ground I caught it and slung it at Bella. It hit her square in the chest knocked all the air out of her lungs. She fell over backwards coughing and gasping for breath, the ice block sitting on her chest.

"Just cast it all ready wolf. We both know you want to so just hit me with the green light and I'll die then you'll be happy and blah."

I pulled out a small dagger from the collection Sirius left for me. I turned it in my hand. "No Bella I don't think I will. After all, you killed so many Muggles in the way of magic, it only seems suiting that you should die in the way of a muggle." Her eyes widened in realization of what I was about to do. "Goodbye Bellatrix, this one is for Sirius," I said just loud enough for her to hear over the roar of battle. I knelt down and shoved it into her heart.

I stood up in silence and looked across the field. It was scattered with dead bodies and the wounded. I got up just in time to see a green bolt of light shoot high up into the air. I panicked when it turned into the Dark Mark, thinking Harry was dead until the serpent slithered from the mouth of the skull and ate it in one bite. Then the smoke-snake exploded, shooting out and disappearing. A large roar of victory sounded and I knew the Dark Lord had finally been defeated. I smiled happily and ran as quickly as my wounds would let me towards the gates. I Apparated away quickly.

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No One's POV

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Dumbledore saw Remus leave and quickly dropped the spells on the cottage, which he knew the younger man was going to, Ron and Harry where standing next to him, exhausted but unharmed. They began to make their way towards the gates, but were stopped by the elderly headmaster. When they looked at him questioningly he explained. "Let Remus go to her first. They need to see each other." The two young men nodded, looking a little put out. "I promise you can go to her in a few minutes. Just give them a chance to be reunited."

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Remus Apparated away from the house, only to find it visible to everyone again. He smiled lightly to himself, realizing what Dumbledore must have done. Walking as quietly as possible up to the small house he knocked heavily on the door.

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Hermione had been sitting in her room, reading, and hoping Remus would be back soon when she heard the knock. She jumped up and ran out of her room and down the hall before stopping herself. "We're no longer an anxious schoolgirl of 12 Hermione, slow down," she told herself out loud. Using all of her self-control she walked slowly towards the door. She opened it to see a bloody and beaten, but all-in-all happy Remus Lupin. She stood, paralyzed in the doorway for a moment before jumping forward into his arms.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "Easy love," he chuckled trying to ignore the sting in his ribs.

"You're hurt aren't you," she said, not really asking but telling.

"Yes, just a few scrapes and a broken rib or two. Nothing to bad."

"Nothing to bad!" Hermione exclaimed, hardly believing her ears. She began unbuttoning the remains of his shirt and gasped and the blood. "I'll be right back," she said, running off to her room. She returned quickly with her wand. "This might hurt a little." She pointed her wand at his ribs and after a small cracking sound and a small gasp from Remus his ribs were healed.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" He asked amazed. He had known she was an intelligent witch but this was over the top.

"I've been sitting practically alone in a house for a week. I had some time."

"You're amazing Hermione," he said, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Pulling back slightly he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. As the savored the return of their companions they failed to hear the shuffle of feet. A small cough made them separate.

"Well, well, I guess the wolf finally found his mate. I assume it's to late to advise the girl to leave," sneered Severus Snape, Potions Master, and Greasy Git.

Remus just smiled. "Thank you for that advice Severus but I think we're okay. By the way, Dumbledore sent an owl, that met me on the way, you can leave."

One of the first smiles either had ever seen graced the face of the Potions Master as he left to gather his things. Hermione smiled. "Did you really get an owl?" She asked suspiciously.

Remus smiled. "Of course not, but I'm here now and if he doesn't leave then I will have to kill him."

"Oh really now?" She asked, snaking her arms up around his neck. Before he had a chance to answer she tilted his head down and brought him into a passionate kiss. Remus sighed as he brought his arms around the small of her back, bringing her closer. He let his hand massage it making her moan under him. Taking the opportunity of her parting lips his tongue slid in her mouth.

"Think we should come back later mate?" A voice said from the door.

The two jumped apart, blushing slightly. Harry and Ron laughed wickedly at the guilty looks on their faces. The two were dirty and exhausted but perfectly unharmed. Hermione squealed and rushed forward. "I'm so glad you are okay, I thought something horrible happened."

Harry laughed. "Oh no. Nothing bad happened. Voldemort's gone Mione."

Hermione stared wide-eyed at him. "He's what?"

"He's gone Mione. Harry and I got rid of him. Well I'll admit Harry did a lot more than I did but still, he's gone," Ron said, helping out his friend.

"So that's why you're so beaten up," she said, smiling back at Remus,

"Yeah, I had some business to take care of with Bellatrix and we all know she doesn't play fair," Remus said nonchalantly.

"So the war's over? No more fighting? No more death?" She asked making sure it was real. The three men nodded. "Thank Merlin," she said quietly. Remus stepped up behind her and planted a small kiss on her lips.

"What do you say we celebrate?"

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FIN

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A/N: It's finally the end. Everything is resolved and lots of fluff in this chapter to. What more do you want in a chapter. I mean there was Remus as the wolf, meeting up with some old characters, fighting, magic, fluff, and everything was resolved. Oh, I now what was missing. You probably wanted me to get this up a lot faster than I did. Very, very sorry about that. I just had a really hard time writing it because I wanted it to be an excellent and long last chapter. Thanks so much to every one who reviewed my story and feel free to review some more! I hope you liked it.

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