A/N: I would like to say that it took me a very long time to figure out how this story was going to end. I was very tempted to leave it at the last chapter, and let you imagine if Nagini lived or died. Not only did I decide that that was cruel and unusual punishment, but I knew I'd never be able to get away with it. So I knew I had to finish it. I debated for a very long time if I should kill her, or let her live, and if I let her live how would that work out? I still can't get over the fact that my clumsy little one-shot evolved into this massive piece of sarcastic misrepresentation of J.K. Rowling's characters. However, as I'd like to start a new long fic in the wonderful world of the Wheel of Time or Phantom of the Opera, I feel it is time I tie up the loose ends in this piece of KatFay's insanity. So here goes nothing and a spellchecker.
Chapter 11: The Epilogue
Have you ever had that person who was always there for you? That no matter what you did, no matter how much of an idiot you where that person would always be there to laugh at you about it? That was Nagini. I met her when I was what, five? I don't know. She was hiding from Bellatrix and had fallen down the stairs again. As soon as I picked her up, I wanted to keep her as a pet. And so I became her keeper, a servant of the Dark Lord without even knowing that a war was going on.
Nagini was always a weird one. For a snake she was very human-like. She says it was caused by the time she shared her body with Tom. Personally, I'd be terrified if I had shared a body with that hypocrite. Nagini wasn't in the least disturbed. In fact I think she loved him, in the only way a snake could love a human. But like everyone else in his pathetic life, Nagini betrayed him. I guess she never saw it like that, but then Nagini saw things differently. Only Nagini would see something good in Tom.
Just like a good little tamer, I followed her into the Light. It was the first time I had seen a view different then Tom's. I guess I had never really seen the light outside of the dark. I didn't care for the other people; I was only there because it was funny to watch Nagini and Harry battle with words. I must say I took a rather sadistic pleasure in making fun of my scaly friend.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess; I had been tossing and turning in my sleep again. I guess I understood what Harry went through every night. Guilt, guilt that you had lived, combined with a horrible haunting that no matter how much time passed would never really goes away. It disgusted me. I disgusted myself. I who used to be so preppy, so alive, and fallen back into the slumming despair of my childhood. A childhood before I met Nagini. Maybe that's what I had felt that time I picked her up. A small ray of hope that I would finally be happy.
"Sasha, your hair is showing a very weird resemblance to a birds nest covered with rat hair." I flipped my hair over my head so I could look at Nagini. She opened her mouth yawning, revealing her two missing fangs.
"Nagini, I'm trying to be a properly depressed person. People have died and we're going to a funeral." I declared.
"Since when have you been properly depressed? You're turning into a crowd pleasing depressed hag in your old age."
"OLD," I screeched throwing the hair brush at her. The door squeaked open.
"Hardly properly depressed." Harry said leaning on the doorway.
"YOU!" I cried out, frustrated at the two of them teaming up on me, "And here I was trying to feel sorry for you and think depressing thoughts for you." Harry shot me with a look. I hate it when he does that, his eyes are too green to be real and they creep me out.
"Why would I want you to be depressed?" He asked innocently. Then his look changed, "I'd rather you were happy," he said in complete seriousness, "Too many people are crying. We kinda need a little help remembering how to laugh again." I stared at him; he was just too confusing for me.
"Does that mean I can watch Food Network without being interrupted by a screaming horde of Death Eaters?" Nagini asked, looking at him. Harry nodded. I laughed. Just like Nagini, so many people had died, had been slaughtered ruthlessly that night, she herself would have died if her teeth hadn't been the holders of the last bit of Voldemort's soul. If they hadn't been fake they wouldn't have broken when she bit him and she wouldn't have dropped, saving her life. And here she was a little ray of sunshine in a world of mourning black. I decided I'd wear neon green for the funeral. Hermione would be horrified.
A/N: And so I end this story. With a combination of angst and humor that should satisfy…or not but I'm a bit tired of this story so I won't go back and fix it even if you all hate it. Go write your own ending if you're that displeased.
Of yes and before I forget. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY SUCH CHARACTERS!
Blog…not yet at least.
alphafemale08- I'M NOT CRAZY, I'M MENTALLY CHANLLENGED! Of, and the epilogue came out…however if you're reading this you'd know that already……is confused
wolfbaneshybrid- Happy MJ? Why didn't you log in? GO FOOD NETWORK!
DRUNKEN LANDLORD- Hello.
Maddevillechilde- I'm brilliant, I didn't kill her!
fledge- A) You know, you made me look that up….and guess what! I still don't know! B) I thought that was a nice touch…one must always have a pile of DE's to make one feel better. C) I don't know, and she does. D) This isn't really quick is it?