Disclaimer: (Looks through belongings) Well since I can't find bags full of money, I definitely do not own HP. I just like to play with them, but I'll put them back right where I found them unharmed.
A/N: It's the last chapter! Enjoy!
Epilogue
Four years later…
19 year old Tom Riddle stepped into the small cemetery. He looked around the various headstones looking for one in particular. He shifted the dozen roses in his hand and he finally found the one he was looking for.
Hannah Abbot
1980-1997
An Angel That Was Lost Too Young
Tom gently placed the roses on the grave. "Hi Mom. Sorry this happened to you. Harry says that you were very happy before He took you. I don't blame you for killing yourself, after all who would want to live with having the child of that monster. I only hope that I've made you proud of me," he said.
Tom felt a light touch on his shoulder. "I'm sure you have, Tom," Lily said, kneeling down next to him. "After all, you helped get rid of the rest of that monster's followers."
Tom smiled gently at Lily. "Thanks," he said, getting up from the ground. He helped the young woman up and the couple walked from the graveyard, not noticing the pair of specters that stood at the grave.
Look at him, he looks so handsome, the ghost of Hannah Abbot told the ghost next to her.
Yes, he has certainly grown to be better than I ever was, the ghost of Tom Riddle said. Come my dear, he said to Hannah, holding out his arm for the girl to take. Hannah took the offered arm and the two faded from sight. However, Tom had glanced back just in time to see the two disappearing.
