A/N: Good evening! Wow, I've been on this fic for only three months and I'm nearing the end. Oi! Now, this is more of a progressing-in-plot/emotional/up-to-no-good chapter.

krillball6- There is going to be a bit of drama in the next chapter, but nothing bad will come of it… even though it will seem like it. But, it is extremely funny… in a way; I guess.

Mandrake Queen- I'm happy you're enjoying my storey.

superspunky- I'll send you the link and a small description of the story. Oh… the rewrite for Ch. 55 is going to take some time. I'm having writers' block on everything right now; on describing their thoughts, describing their emotions, and what Krum is going to say to Jacqui in Ch.57. Writers' block sucks.

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"Ms. Riddle," said Dumbledore as Jacqueline entered his office.

"Albus," she replied, bowing her head slightly.

Dumbledore motioned for her to sit and then offered her a Lemon Drop. Jacqueline politely declined.

"As you probably figured out, our staff is short of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," began the Professor.

Jacqueline nodded sharply.

"There's not much I can say, for you know this school well. Perhaps better than everybody else," with that he looked at her over his spectacles.

Jacqueline remained unmoved. There was a small silence and then Jacqueline said, "Sir, I understand you would like me to take up the teaching position and I gladly accept."

A smile passed over Dumbledore and he stood up as did Jacqueline. The two shook hands and before leaving, Jacqueline said, "One thing though, I am to be called Professor Mireille."

Dumbledore nodded, knowing that arguing against her would be pointless. Jacqueline was to come to the school a few days before school was to start, to set up and go over a few things.

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Rosalin opened the kitchen window at Grimauld to a pair of owls; one black the other white. Harry looked up from the table and saw her carry a large package. Also, he saw the two owls set off. He frowned as he recognized the black owl to be just like the one from school.

"Amaryllis Riddle sent us something," said Rosalin after reading the card. Harry got up and went to stand by her. Rosalin took off the packaging and the mirror presented itself. On top of the glass was a piece of parchment.

"Harry and Rosalin,

Congratulations and I would like to wish you the best. I am unable to attend your wedding, which I'm sure to be magnificent. I would like to present you with something. It's a Mirroir de Morts. May it be a tool to make your wedding perfect. Harry should understand what I'm talking about. Directions are on the backside of this parchment.

Best wishes to you,

Amaryllis Riddle."

Rosalin stopped reading and looked at Harry, a bit confused. Harry had finished reading the letter before her and looked thunder-stricken. He sat down and brought the letter to him and flipped it. He read a small description on the back and how to use the mirror. He sat in the chair for a total of five minutes before standing up and beginning to pace. Harry knew what Jacqueline had in mind, but the thought disturbed him a bit.

Rosalin understood what had happened moments later and stopped Harry from pacing. She looked at him, kissed him, and then said, "Try it."

Harry stared at her and moved passed her towards the mirror. He took out his wand and placed the tip of it in the center of the mirror. After saying a short incantation, swirling fog filled the mirror. In seconds the fog began to clear up and two shapes were beginning to be visible. Harry couldn't bare it and stepped away from the mirror, letting his hold on the wand go. The wand fell, but the tip of it still touched the middle of the mirror. Rosalin looked into the mirror to see James and Lilly. The pair stared back at the girl with quizzed expressions.

"Um… one moment," said Rosalin. She walked up to Harry and took his hands in hers. She kissed them and then led him to the mirror.

It was a long silent and tensed moment. The son and parents just stared at each other until both sides started crying.

After a few moments, the Potters calmed and began talking.

"My dear son," said Lilly as she heard the account of his life.

"Your bloody sister," whispered James with a touch of anger.

"Amy claims that after the breaking of her wand, Voldemort's spell lifted," said Lilly.

Harry nodded.

"But we haven't seen him here," said James.

Harry frowned, "But he can't be alive. There's no way he could have stayed alive."

A silence spread for a few moments.

"Why are we talking about this when Harry's getting married?" asked James.

"I can't believe it. How long it has been? Sixteen years," said Lilly.

Harry spent a few hours talking to his parents before he had to go to dinner.

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Next afternoon, Jacqueline was prepared to meet Draco in Hogsmeade. She opened the front door of her house to see Harry there, prepared to knock. After a small silence, Jacqui said, "I am leaving right now. Can you come back at another time?"

Harry stared at her for a moment and said, "No, this'll take only a minute." He waited a few seconds as Jacqui closed the door. "I want to thank you. The mirror granted many dreams and wishes I've had, that I'll be eternally grateful to you."

Jacqueline stared at him. Finally she sighed sadly. In a cool manner she said, "I'm happy that you'll have the perfect wedding. You are the Boy-Who-Lived, so this'll be quite an event. I'm sure it'll be an event people have never seen in their lives," and then quietly, "and probably the only event such as this they'll see in their lives."

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," said Jacqui, snapping out of her thoughts. She turned to leave.

"Jacqui!" called Harry, causing her to stop and listen, "Why are we like this? We didn't always hate each other."

Jacqueline smirked from the rising anger and bitterness inside her. She then spoke with a little more force than she had wished, "We are on different sides, Harry. We hate each other because it is only natural."

"But, back on the field… you helped me," Harry said, not understanding.

"I helped you only because I hated Voldemort, not because of any other reason," snapped Jacqui.

"We were friends, once. You can't deny yourself friends," said Harry heatedly.

"I never had friends and I don't need them," yelled Jacqui and was about to Apparate away.

"You say you never had friends, what about Malfoy?"

Jacqueline turned around slowly and stared at Harry. In a blink of an eye, she Apparated out of sight.

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"Sorry I'm late," said Jacqui as she met Draco outside of a shop.

Draco didn't ask why she was late and just began walking. Jacqueline was in deep thought and that troubled him. Something was a miss and something had caused that. In a couple of minutes of silence Draco stopped Jacqui and made her face him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," said Jacqui, not looking him in the eyes.

"Jacqueline," said Draco in a sharper voice.

Jacqueline looked him in the eye, searchingly and then said, "I was just thinking…"

"Never good," smirked Draco.

"No," snapped Jacqui. She seemed to be doing a lot of that. "This time it's important."

Draco was though roughly concerned now.

"I was wondering why you asked me out again," she said and looked at him.

They stared at each other. Draco was the first to break the connection. He sighed and said, "To be honest, I can't explain why. After your explanation at the trial, something told me that that back at school was caused by something other than your own will."

"So you're saying that you wanted to give it another chance?" answered Jacqui suspiciously.

Draco couldn't understand what Jacqui was thinking so he just laid his cards on the table, "Yes."

Jacqueline smiled, "I'm glad you did Monsieur." And she kissed him…

…on the lips…

…right there in the middle of the street…

…everyone looking…

…but she didn't care.

"Now, come to my house for dinner tomorrow night at six o'clock and don't be late," Jacqui said after the kiss.

Draco nodded, not able to answer. His thoughts were still re-gathering.

"Before I forget," said Jacqui, "Don't forget this. It is crucial for the dinner. Wear pants and a shirt. No robes."

"Wh…why?" stuttered Draco.

Damn it, he thought, Malfoys don't stutter.

Jacqueline smiled mischeviously, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve. It's what Muggles call a test."

She Apparated, leaving a confused Draco in the middle of the street.

A/N: Ha ha ha ha. Oi! The next chapter has been in my mind for so long! You are in for so much fun. I'm still laughing in my seat. Don't forget to review and you'll be rewarded.