Hello! I am really sorry for the wait on this, damn near a whole year! But finally it's here!
Please enjoy the final of Magic is Strange!
Chapter 13: Epilogue
It took a few hours but Harry finally caught up with the week, his memories finally realigned themselves into a linear sequence of events he could follow. His break up with Ginny still happened, he left the wizarding world and ended up travelling to Arcadia Bay when he had asked for a quiet town to stay in.
He met Max who seemed to have recognized that he had yet to receive his memories and they became fast friends, it was during that time she introduced him to Chloe and the three of them hung out rather frequently. Max figured he should receive his memories on Friday when they hung out at the lighthouse.
He was not a student in Blackwell this time around, but he figured he still had time to request his papers from Kingsley and re-admit himself, maybe he would after a while.
It was Monday, Max had entered the everyday heroes contest and won and was enjoying her time in San Francisco, rubbing elbows with the who's who of the art world which left Harry and Chloe alone to hang out around Arcadia.
They were hanging out in the Junk yard fixing up an old car they found for fun. Well, Chloe was fixing it, Harry just stayed for the company.
"Hand me the wrench, would you?"
The young man looked at the tools for a moment, before grabbing the tool she requested and handed it to her.
"So, you really know nothing about cars, huh?"
"Not really, didn't really grow up surrounded by people interested in it. I did have a friend whose dad was super into fixing up all types of stuff though. He found an old Ford Anglia and fixed it up, adding a few modifications of his own."
"Oh yeah? That's a pretty old car. Did he get it to run?"
"Oh yeah! The thing practically flew!" Harry answered with a laugh.
"That's cool! Okay, give it a try."
Harry hopped into the driver's seat and turned the key hearing the vehicle stutter for a moment before it roared to life.
"There we go!" Chloe cried out happily.
"You're really good at this, Chloe." Harry said turning off the engine with a smile. "You ever thought about doing this for a living?"
"Not really. I mean it's fun and all but I don't really have the qualifications for it. The high-life of being a college drop-out, I suppose."
"Well, hey you can still go a college and get the credits for it, right? Maybe find a garage you can help out at, get some experience that way?"
"Yeah maybe. I'll think about it." She answered with a shrug before wiping her hands on a rag and moving over to sit on the hood of another car.
Harry felt the mood shift into a more sombre tone as he approached the girl. He sat down beside her.
"How're you feeling? About… you know?"
"Rachel? It hurts. I'm fucking pissed about her and Frank, but I'm also pissed that I didn't get to tell her how pissed I am. I just- I fucking miss her."
Harry saw a lone tear roll down the side of her face. He didn't know what to say in this moment, he had still not given the girl the letter from Rachel that he held in his pocket, (he was still unsure how that had survived time travel) he didn't know how to explain it away without revealing his magic to her.
He knew it was cruel and he wanted to give her some closure, but was Chloe finding out worth it? She didn't freak out the last few times he had revealed himself. Of course, the first time she was on a war path to find Rachel's killer and she had discovered that Max had the power to alter time, so that probably distracted her from his magic and the second time she was paralysed from the neck down, and without hope.
But this was a grieving Chloe, and grief made people unreasonable and desperate. He didn't want to make her think he could do the impossible by somehow bringing Rachel back to the land of the living. He didn't want to give her such hope, but this Chloe needed hope. Harry just couldn't figure out which hope she'd grab onto.
"Come on, I'll show you where we hung out." Chloe hopped off the bonnet of the car and started making her way towards a small building beside the train tracks. When they entered, Harry saw the interior was graffitied to hell and back with small cartoon characters of Chloe and who he assumed was Rachel.
He looked around some of the trinkets with a smile seeing photos of a smiling pair. He raised his brows when a thought occurred to him. He placed the letter underneath the photo of the pair, praying he was a better actor than he thought he was he reached for the note and turned to the blue haired girl.
"Hey Chloe, check this out." he picked up the letter and showed her.
Chloe walked up to Harry and frowned as she looked at the letter.
"Th- This is Rachel's handwriting! Where'd you find this?!"
"From down there, looked like it had fallen." he responded easily.
Chloe was either too distracted by the letter or too interested by its contents to question him as she snatched it and ripped it open. Harry decided to leave the girl alone and head back out to the Junk yard for a bit. He walked back over to the car and looked it over, a gift for Max when she came back. Chloe was adamant they get it working for the girl, it was a lovely hatchback, Harry figured he'd add a few protections on it, like he did with Chloe's car to make it slightly safer.
As he was about to pull his wand figuring that Chloe would be emotional and want her privacy he heard her give a sudden shout.
"Harry! You son of a bitch!"
He frowned in confusion and shock at the sudden hostility being shown to him. Chloe rushed out of the small building and made her way towards him, her face set, and a hard scowl gracing her lips.
"What's wrong?"
"You're a fucking wizard and Rachel was a fucking witch and you didn't tell me?!"
"..."
"..."
"Fuck."
-Magic is Strange-
After a long conversation which included a string of insults directed Harry's way, Chloe had finally calmed down and allowed Harry to explain himself. He didn't know if Rachel included Max's abilities but Harry opted not to, simply stating that it was a secret and if it got out then he would be targeted by some very powerful people. Which was the truth.
They talked a bit more about magic and all the wonders it could do, as well as the horrors it could inflict on a person and the two decided to head to the Diner for some supper before headed calling it a night.
Joyce had been lovely as usual, giving Harry more of the Mrs Weasley vibes he had felt before and had fed the two of them until they felt as though their stomachs were going to burst. Chloe provided Harry a ride to his hotel and informed him that they'd hang out tomorrow again. He nodded his consent and the two parted ways for the night.
Over the course of a few days Harry decided to get a few things that he was sure he'd need, one of them definitely being a cellphone. Chloe was more than happy to help him out with that, he had gone over to the goblins sometime in his haze state and had some money converted to US Dollars, so he had enough to cover for the phone.
Chloe had made a comment about her own device and not seeing any harm in it, Harry decided to get her a new one, much to her protest, but that quickly changed to joy when he told her that he really didn't mind. They exchanged numbers and he was also provided Max's number which he texted when he had gotten an opportunity.
Harry looked up what it would require for him to register at a school in the US and found a long arduous process which consisted of him getting a Student Visa from the government and a waiting line at Blackwell, he decided he didn't have the patience to go through that entire process and would rather talk to Kingsley about something like that, or maybe... he did have a potential friend in the US Ministry, maybe he'd go and pay Johnson a visit, if he wasn't mistaken the presidential election for the magical folk would be coming up soon.
A few days had passed and nothing really special had been happening, except fixing up Max's gift from Chloe. Harry finally found time to go over to the MACUSA to pay Johnson a long awaited visit. Harry apparated to New York which was extremely taxing on him, he discovered that since he had made that trade with Death, his stupidly high magic reserves were shrinking slightly. As such apparation over far distances were now a thing of the past.
After gathering his bearings he walked into the secret passage and found his way to the atrium, where he then approached a pretty, brunette teller.
"Afternoon sir, how may I help you today?"
"Yes, hello, I was wondering if I could perhaps speak to a Mister Johnson, if I'm not mistaken he works with the Auror department in some capacity?"
"Ah, I assume you mean, Mister Kyle Johnson?"
"Perhaps? It's hard to explain, but all I know him by is Mister Johnson."
She frowned at him in confusion before shrugging slightly and pulling out a small note to write on.
"And who shall say wishes to see him?"
"Harry Potter."
Her hand paused and she slowly looked back up at him. Her eyes widened slightly as her eyes quickly scanned his forehead.
"Mister Potter, of course. I'll have this sent away immediately."
"Thank you, Miss...?"
"Oh, Beverly, Katherine Beverly."
"Thank you, Miss Beverly."
"Think nothing of it, especially after all you've done."
"Oh? I didn't know my exploits were so well known on this side of the pond."
"Well, maybe you won't find the hero worship you get over in the UK here in the US, but there are a few of us who are very happy you stamped out a Pure-Blood bigot nonetheless. Especially First Gen and Half-Bloods, ours may not be as bad as yours are but bigots are bigots, regardless."
Harry nodded in understanding and stood waiting for Johnson to make his appearance, which took a surprisingly short amount of time as the sandy haired man arrived.
"Ah, Mister Potter. An honour it is to meet you." he greeted, his hand stretched out for a shake.
"Mister Johnson, the honour is mine."
"Excellent, is there a reason, you wished to meet?"
Harry looked around the room for any eavesdroppers and responded in a hushed tone.
"Perhaps, it would be wise to discuss this in private?"
The man looked taken a back for a moment before frowning slightly.
"May I ask what this is in relation to?"
"Your potential Presidency." Harry answered in a small whisper.
-Magic is Strange-
After a long process with Johnson in which he had to make a wizard's oath that he would help the man with his dream, as long as he helped him get into Blackwell, he also opted to keep Max's potential abilities under wraps. When their discussion came to a close, Johnson handed him a small vial, when questions about it, he told him that it was a one time use booster their Unspeakable Division had been working on, it would get him back to Oregon with little strain on his own core.
Thanking the man profusely, Johnson assured him that he would assist him in getting some non-magic documents to allow him to fly to and from his destinations.
After a quick pop Harry landed in his hotel and almost immediately collapsed due to his earlier strain. The next morning, as he was once more with Chloe at the junk yard fixing up Max's present he had a thought.
"Hey Chloe, remember we spoke about you possibly going into Mechanics as a profession?" he asked with a small frown.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I remember that, sure."
"What if I helped you out?"
She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head to face him. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I could finance everything you'd need to begin with, you know?"
"Thanks but I don't do charity."
"Don't think of it that way! Just, think of it as a loan! You can pay me back when your garage is successful." he said staring her down.
"Dude, no!"
"Why not?!"
"Cause you barely know me!"
Harry couldn't help but disagree, Chloe felt trapped in her circumstances. Stagnant in her fears of being trapped in this town her whole life, Max had been making moves in the photography world, it won't be long until her talent is acknowledged and she is whisked away somewhere, and Chloe, the way she was currently, would not be able to hold her fear of abandonment from manifesting into anger and she would end up pushing the brown haired girl away.
She needed... well, therapy firstly, but he would leave that up to Max to convince her, outside of that, Chloe needed to find her independence, something she can put her time and energy into; a healthy outlet.
"So? We'll get to know each other more when we go into business together. Chloe, let me do this."
"Why? Cause the poor girl needs your help? Go get your philanthropic kicks at the children's hospital!"
"Stop being such a proud dumb ass! I'm trying to tell you that would be beneficial for the both of us!"
"Oh bullshit! I've seen the cash you tote around! You just feel sorry for me! You know what, fuck you dude!"
"Uhh, h-hey guys?"
-Magic is Strange-
Max was now caught between her two friends, Harry felt that he was trying to help her financially, by paying for any tuition and extras she had should she pursue a career in mechanics. Chloe had a different take, she felt as though Harry had been patronizing in his efforts and that he had a severe almost disturbing need to feel like a hero, and that him helping her was just him fulfilling this need.
Max saw both sides of their arguments and could see where both were coming from, but something she had learnt early in their three way friendship, was that neither would see eye to eye as they were both incredibly stubborn and wouldn't give an inch in their views. She had expected a happy reunion, not a heated one! She even got a flight back early to surprise the pair! Oh, also Chloe knew about Harry's magic, through Rachel's inter-dimension hopping letter. Just... why couldn't she be normal or have normal friends?
After the fight Harry stated that he had some business to take care of and that he'd be out of town for a while, this left the two childhood friends to discuss everything. Thankfully they would be granted time to catch up, due to Max being given some time off of school.
"So want to tell me what's really going on with you and Harry?"
"It's nothing, just stupid shit."
Max sighed at the dismissal. "Chloe, talk to me. He's trying to help, I thought you'd jump at the chance to make moves to get out of Arcadia."
"Of course, I want to leave this hell hole, but I don't need handouts!"
"It's not a handout, Chloe. Harry's just trying to help the best way he knows how."
"What, so you'd take money from him?" the blue haired girl challenged.
"If I didn't have it immediately and made him swear to accept payment when I made it back? Yes."
Chloe sighed and leaned back against the seat of the bench overlooking the ocean. The lighthouse had become their secondary hideout, a place they went to when they needed to speak or just clear their heads.
"I just don't want our friendship to be contractual."
Max gave a soft smile and rubbed her hand against Chloe's arm.
"It won't be, the way Harry explained i's that he'd be a silent partner. He fronts the money for what you need, and you pay him back whenever you can. Honestly, he only added the payback clause once I told him you'd never accept it any other way. He just wants to see you succeed, Chloe. You have to trust him, he's a good guy."
-Magic is Strange-
2 months had passed since Harry had gone to New York to keep his end of the deal with Johnson. He had kept in touch with Max and Chloe, telling them he was busy with an important business venture. He had advocated for Johnson to the Yank Wizards, done press releases with the man and even called him a visionary.
He had gotten letters from his friends back home as well as Kingsley demanding to know whether he had been forced to do all of the endorsements, and if the American Ministry was threatening him. With a chuckle he sent back his response, letting them know that he was fine, he was not being threatened nor was he brainwashed and that he had a reason for doing all of this.
Of course, Hermione told him she would be flying to the States as soon as she could to check up on him and this was corroborated by Ron who said he'd do the same thing as soon as he could.
The elections came and while it was a close race, Lysander Johnson won overall, becoming the new President of the Ministry. They were congratulated and celebrated the win by having a few drinks. A few days later, as promised, Harry received an envelope from the man, within were his acceptance letter to Blackwell Academy as well as a Student Visa, I.D and Passport. He could now attend the school as legally... technically the legality of all of this was... muddy but it wasn't illegal, which is all that mattered, right?
Flying back to Oregon via Aeroplane was exhausting, and long but it didn't drain his reserves which was a sacrifice he felt was fair. He arrived in Arcadia Bay to find Max and Chloe waiting for him. He walked up to the pair while cautiously keeping an eye on Chloe.
"Hey, thanks for picking me up."
Max gave the boy a tight hug and pulled away with a large smile on her face. She turned to look at Chloe and motioned over with her head. Reluctantly the blue haired girl walked over and stood in front of the Brit.
"Sup, Potter."
"Hi."
Max rolled her eyes at the awkward tension between the two.
"Would you please get over yourselves!" she complained while shoving Chloe slightly.
After a beat, Chloe looked away and opened her arms. "Well? Come on."
Harry couldn't keep the smile off his face as he stepped forward and wrapped Chloe into a tight hug.
"I missed you, you dumb ass." she whispered in his ear.
"I missed you too, Chloe." he said through a smile.
"And... I'm sorry. I know you just want to help."
"Don't worry about it."
-Magic is Strange-
2 Years Later
"Honey! Are you ready to go? We're going to be late!"
"Harry, I've told you, multiple times now, looking as amazing as I do, takes time!"
"Love, you always look amazing, so can you hurry it up?"
"You're sweet, but that's not going to work. I'll be done in 5 minutes."
"You said that 20 minutes ago!"
"Yeah, and I add a minute every time you ask! Now it's going to be 6 minutes!"
"Wha-?! How does that-"
"Are you pushing for 7?!"
Harry clamped his mouth shut and sighed.
"Told you not to bother her."
Turning he spotted Max standing not too far away from him, a smirk on her lips.
"You women are mental, she's been getting ready since 7 this morning. What takes you all so long?"
The brown haired girl just giggled and turned away from the staircase leading upstairs and headed back to the lounge area. It had been a few months since Harry finished his education at Blackwell, he was now certified to pursue an artistic career should he wish to. In fact he had been commissioned for tonight, which was why he had been so stressed about leaving on time.
"Oh come on, it took a while, but they know about her tendencies by now. They're probably expecting you to be a little late and are adjusting things." Chloe commented from her place on his couch.
Having finished school, for a second time, Harry had bought a home in England. Grimmauld place was a place he refused to move into, after seeing what it had done to Sirius, he had refused to live there, the place housed nothing but pain. As such, it had been deemed an emergency safe-house for old and new Order of the Phoenix members as well as people from Dumbledore's army. They would receive the address from Winky the House Elf, should the need ever arise.
Harry's new home was on the muggle side of England, in a lovely neighbourhood with a park nearby as well the city no further than 10 minutes away. A beautifully decorated home, sleek and clean not done by him though. It was obvious to those who knew the couple that Harry was way more rustic and preferred a harder aesthetic compared to his lovely partner.
Chloe was dressed in an impressive suit with a deep blue tie and pocket square while Max dressed in a gorgeous, slanted knee length dress of the same colour. The pair had finally gotten together a year ago and were happy. It brought a smile to Harry's face, especially since he knew that Max carried all the memories of their time together during the entire time hopping incident, so she had been in love with Chloe for ages before the rebel realised her own feelings.
Chloe had just finished her apprenticeship under an auto-mechanic. She had earned her mechanics license and Harry had never seen her look happier. He had to fight himself in order to not buy the repair shop where she had been employed. She wanted to make it on her own and he owed her that much at least. He'd give it a few years before he proposed an idea of opening a business together.
Max had recently started building a rather impressive photography resume; her latest photos had been featured in a small exhibit, hers focussed on mental illness and the effects it may cause to not only the victims but the people in their lives. He was not a betting man (well, unless when he was with Ron, Dean and the others.) but he'd bet his entire inheritance on the fact that Max Caulfield would soon be a household name in the world of photography.
"Jesus Christ! Hurry up in there!" he turned to see Chloe scowling in irritation.
"Okay, I'm coming!" came a voice from upstairs.
Finally, dressed in a beautiful green dress, to match the green accents of his suit, Victoria Chase descended the staircase, her blonde hair flowing down her back. She turned to her boyfriend of two years and smiled as she noticed his stunned expression. Max and Chloe would be the first to admit that the pair had made no sense when they started dating, but after a while, it seemed as though Harry could draw out a side of Victoria that neither girl knew existed.
"Damn Chase, looking good."
She flipped her hair snootily at Chloe's compliment and made her way over to a still stunned Harry.
"I know, but thank you anyway, Price."
"You look... wow."
"Are you happy I took my time now?" she asked with a mischievous smirk at him.
Unable to verbalise just how happy he was Harry simply nodded in agreement.
"We should get moving." Max reminded.
The two couples agreed and left the home, they hopped into Harry's car, an SUV and made their way towards their destination.
-Magic is Strange-
The summer air provided a perfect evening, the event at the Burrow, home of the Weasleys', the yard was packed with guests. All sitting facing a large alter set up near the small pond on the property. The pair standing by the alter with the officiator looked absolutely stunning, with red and orange hues silhouetting them beautifully.
"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband? To hold and to care, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Ron Bilius Weasley, do you take, Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife? To hold and to care, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"Of course, I do."
"Well then, by the power vested in me, as the Minister of Magic I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Ron, you may now kiss your bride."
A roar tore through the air as the two kissed accompanied by a flash of a camera as Harry fulfilled one of his duties as not only the Best Man, but as the photographer as well. He snapped the moment of the kiss as well as the bright red faces of his best friends as they pulled away from each other and turned to face the crowd.
The evening went on beautifully, Harry had never seen his two friends look as happy as they did in this moment. He had given a speech as was in his list of responsibilities and took the rest of the night to take photos of the guests, the décor, the cake and about a million of the new couple.
When he was finally told to give the camera to Dennis Creevey and allow him to take some photos Harry had been dragged to the dance floor by Victoria. The two danced for what seemed like hours before Hermione asked to step in.
"You look happy." he said to her with a grin.
"Of course, I'm happy you moron." she responded with a laugh. "You though, I don't think I've seen you smile like this in a while."
"I know, I know... she's good for me."
"You're good for each other. Don't think we were blind to her... flaws when you first introduced us."
Harry chuckled at the memory of Ron having to calm Hermione down for something Victoria had said when they had first met while Harry had to scold his girlfriend for her calloused words.
"I'm so happy things worked out."
Hermione smiled and seemed to look over Harry's shoulder for a moment before smiling wider and pulled away from him.
"I've got a surprise for you." she told him.
"What?" Seeing her smile he sighed. "Hermione, what did you do?"
At her point he turned and felt like someone had hit him with a low powered stunning charm.
"Is that -?"
"Daphne. I invited her, I didn't think she'd make it. Go say hi."
Harry took a small breath and walked over. As he approached he saw her see him and smile at his approach.
"Harry!" she said happily as she wrapped him into a tight hug.
"Daphne, I didn't know you were coming!"
"Of course, I would, you don't think I'd miss Hermione's wedding, did you? Especially since I'd already missed so many of our other friends."
He chuckled. "Where's Blaise?" he asked while looking around.
"Oh, he went to give the Bride and Groom our gift. Honestly, that man is a sucker for weddings. So he'll probably go around talking to love with everyone for an hour." she answered with a fond giggle.
Harry smiled at her. It was nice to see her smile so openly again.
"Where's your date? Hermione told me, you were brining one."
"Victoria, probably questioning everyone here about magic."
"Wait, she's a -?"
"Muggle, yeah, but I couldn't really keep it a secret from her, and well... it's a long convoluted story." He said with a small chuckle.
"Well, maybe we can all go out to coffee and you two can fill us in on it together."
"In that case, we should invite another couple, they're connected to this."
"Potter... Are you in some weird harem situation?"
"Oh my God! No, what the hell?"
"Just needed to make sure." she responded while laughing at his reaction.
Before he could say something else some grabbed his arm and he saw a wide eyed and excited looking Victoria beaming up at him.
"Honey, what's wrong? Oh, shit did the twins give you something? I warned you about them. I swear I'm going to curse those two so badly..."
"Shut up, that isn't it! There are dragon reserves in Romania and Unicorn reserves in Sweden? Why did you not tell me about those?! We are going as soon as humanly possible!"
Harry turned to his girlfriend with a look of relief. He was about to tell her to give him context for her crazy looks when a chuckle interrupted him. The couple turned to see Daphne standing there with a look of amusement on her face.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. They're amazing, Harry should definitely take you as soon as possible."
"Precisely, see she agrees! Sorry, I'm Victoria Chase, I didn't catch your name."
"Daphne, Daphne Greengrass Zabini."
Vicoria's eyes widened for a moment before she turned to Harry and turned back to Daphne.
"So, you're that Daphne!"
"Oh, emphasis. I assume Harry told you about me then?"
"Oh, yeah after much coaxing, so you knew him back in school and the two of you had a... thing? Correct?"
"In not so many words, I guess you could describe it that way."
Victoria quickly hooked her arm in Daphne's and smiled mischievously.
"So, you can give me the scoop that none of these other guests can? Is that what I'm hearing?"
Daphne matched the girl's look.
"Oh, I may have some information. For a price..."
"Always the Slytherin."
"And don't you forget it, Potter. May we, Miss Chase."
"Lead the way, Mrs Greengrass Zabini."
"Please, call me Daphne."
"Only if you call me Victoria."
Harry watched the two disappear off into the crowd with a smile on his face and was about to find Dennis for his camera when Ron walked up to him.
"Hey mate, thanks for coming."
"Like I had a choice. Hermione would skin me alive if I missed this."
Ron laughed loudly. "You aren't wrong."
"I saw you talking to Daph, how is she?"
"Good. She's happy, that's all I care about."
"Hear hear, can't believe I didn't like her when we first met."
"You hated Slytherins like Crookshanks hated Scabbers, like instinct."
"Oy, you just compare me to a cat? And that crazy one at that?!"
The pair stood for a moment before they both burst out laughing.
"Well, I should probably get along and talk to more of the guests, where's Daphne? I should say hi."
"I'm not sure, she walked off with Victoria a moment ago."
Harry turned to his best friend to see him looking at him like he was a moron.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you telling me, that your girlfriend and your... ex? Are somewhere in this room together, talking, about you? And you're completely okay with that?"
Harry had a look of confusion on his face. Seeing this, Ron elaborated.
"Oh, mate, you naive, innocent moron."
"Oy!"
"Harry, they're talking about you."
"And?"
Ron didn't respond verbally and simply gestured below.
"What?"
"Harry, they're probably talking about your... you know."
"Oh, come on. They wouldn't do that."
"Oh, no? Then why did I overhear Hannah and Hermione discuss Neville's equipment?"
"No..." Harry replied looking scandalised, before a look of disturbed interest graced his features. "And...?"
"Supposedly, his bottom isn't the only thing that's long."
"Eugh!"
"Yeah, had the same reaction. Good for him though."
"Wait, so did Hermione tell Hannah about you?"
"Not sure, but probably. I left after hearing that Neville's the sexual prowess of a depraved hippogriff."
"Jesus, Ron!"
"Sorry... actually, no I'm not, if I can't get those words out of my mind, I refuse to be the only one cursed with the image!"
"You bastard."
"Well, shall we go find them before they share what type of animal you are in the sack?" Ron asked ignoring the insult.
"Please and thank you."
As the two walked off in search of Daphne and Victoria, neither noticed an oddly translucent doe standing by the forest line, watching the festivities and merry making. With a small huff the doe turned and disappeared into the forest.
The End.
Thank you to everyone who read this and stayed with it as long as they did!
And you know what, why not, I might work on a Prologue Story for this, but that will take a while, so do not get your hopes up for a quick release on that!
In any case,
Peace, Love, and Respect
Zak!