A/N: Once again all, 16 and Epilogue posted on the same day.

Epilogue

"Could fate become any crueler to me?" Emily whispered softly, bringing her hand up to her husband incorporeal cheek. "I have lost you in every single way, but you remain just enough to torture my every moment with your presence."

She watched his ghostly face smile softly. "Well I didn't plan on torturing you. I just... I couldn't leave you alone. Dying was, incredibly painful by the way. I don't even think my soul had enough time to become a wraith before she took out my horcrux."

Emily sighed. "I don't understand why you're even here. Those with a horcrux can't become ghosts."

"Why not?"

"Because then every single wizard or witch that made one, would have come back as a ghost Harry. Ghosts are created when people are unable to move on. No, ghosts make their way to limbo, and then flee back to this realm and choose a pathetic existence. Er, not that I think you chose a pathetic existence love. I am certain you just followed your instincts."

Harry gave her a smile. "I remember limbo, but it was absolutely nothing like that. It wasn't just some pit stop. I was there for an eternity. It was... suffering. When I finally escaped, here is where I ended up."

Emily paused, thinking what he said over. "Strange. I would assume that you didn't go to limbo then. You went somewhere else. Of course, I could be completely wrong. Not much is known about the journey a soul takes after death. Even ghosts are tight lipped about it."

"Well, I may have created a horcrux, but my soul is whole, you know. I felt the remorse, so while my soul is a bit smaller from the missing piece, it is healed. Perhaps my journey was unique thanks to that aspect."

Emily sat down on the blackened grass. "You're certainly not a normal ghost." Emily steepled her fingers. "You're smiling, you're experiencing positive emotions. You're happy to see me. Ghost's can't feel those things, not truly. And you've been floating here for ten minutes and haven't produced a single drop of ectoplasm."

Harry, recognizing her tone, revealed a smirk. "So... what's the plan?"

Emily sighed. "I suppose a ghost, or whatever you are, is just like a horcrux. It may take time, but I am the great and powerful Emily Potter." Emily made a show of fanning herself. "Putting a ghost back into a body can't be that difficult."

"I'm sure the department of mysteries has been at it for centuries, Emily."

She smirked. "Six months. Six months, and you'll be wearing this ring again, Harry." She moved her ring up to his face, wiggling it in front of him.

"But first, I'm going to have to figure out how to cut a piece of you off."

Harry laughed loudly. "Can't let me live without a back up plan, can you?"

"I have no intention of bringing you back without you having a horcrux. And since I am working with the source, I may as well skip the process we used last time. It was a terrible plan, anyway. I am ashamed you came up with it."

Harry spluttered, "What do you mean I came up with it?"

Emily began to leave the grounds and Harry floated behind her, still chewing her ear.

Five Months Later

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit. Is this how you felt?"

"It takes some time to get used to, but its adequate."

Harry flexed his pale fingers. He raised his body up from the bed and stretched. Looking into the mirror of their bedroom he saw that he looked tired. He felt so alive, far more than he had these past months as a ghost, but he looked... gaunt.

"Well, I guess that explains why you're paler now than when you were a teenager." Harry speculated, remembering how Emily looked in her dairy's memories.

Emily smiled. "Yes, and it does explain your appearance in the future somewhat. I am surprised I didn't draw the conclusion until now. I thought you were just failing to take care of yourself, but it seems I was too quick to judge."

He nodded. "Probably explains part of Delphini's struggle as well. Though I couldn't really be certain."

Emily grinned at him, before shoving him down onto the bed. It was convenient, for her anyway, that the ritual giving him a body didn't give him clothes. As she pinned him onto the bed and kissed him everywhere, she spoke intermittently.

"Over five months, love. Five months since I've felt you. I'm going to need you to fix that."

Harry laughed, and kissed his wife fervently. "Hope you don't have any plans."

Ripping her mouth away from his. "I have a thousand plans love. I always do." Emily ripped of her top and began taking off her pants. "And I'm sure you'll end up stopping half of them and altering the rest. You always do."

A/N: And so we've come to the close. Our ending was the same, the journey was just different. I'm glad I got the chance to expand on some other characters that I originally didn't get the chance to. Thanks for joining me everyone. You've all been swell. I'm gonna write some other stuff, but there will be another Emily and Harry story in the future. It will be very, very different. Dynamically speaking, you know. I wish you all the best. Thanks Solid and Bubba. You two carried this one home. Have a great one all.