A/N: Well, this is it. What you have all been waiting for. No, not just another update, something even better. Yes the end is near, and I can't wait until u read it! Yew! This chapter! Okies, so this isn't the end, but the moment you have all been waiting for is here, and All I am going to say is; let me know if u like it! Credit must also go out to;xtotallyatpeacex, who inspired me to write this chapter weeks and weeks ago! Thanks so much!

Luv Ella xXx

"Draco?" hissed Daniel, "But that's Zeke's father, isn't it? The one that Harry hates?"

Jessie nodded, and stared at the map. Malfoy was behind this, and it hit her harder than she could have imagined. Suddenly she felt detached from the rest of the world, and Daniel's voice was a long way away.

"Jess? Come on, we have to go and help her!" Jessie snapped out of her daze, and her eyes widened at Daniel.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quivering, scared. Daniel sighed, exasperated.

"Jess! He could be hurting her, right now! I know that he wants to get back at Harry, I just know it! Come on, we have to go to the forest! They're near the edge of the map at the moment, if they move soon then we might not catch them…"

"Alright." Jade replied, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulder, and heading for the portrait hole, "Lets go."

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"Where's Zeke gone?" Draco asked the small girl, who was tied up against a tree. Even if he hadn't been looking for her, he would have been able to tell that she was Harry and Ginny Potter's daughter. Her hair and her eyes created an unmistakable image of familiarity, and he wished that he could hurt her outright. But Draco couldn't do that. She would have to remain unharmed if he wanted to get at Harry.

Jade shook her head, which was bowed so that her chin scrapped her neck ruthlessly.

:"He left, went into the forest. I think he was looking for you…" Jade lied. She knew that the truth would make Draco mad, and she would have to pay for it, as well as Zeke. The boy had gone to a lot of trouble to try and get her out of this, and she owed this to him, even if his plan hadn't worked.

"What do you mean he went looking for me?" Draco Malfoy spat, looking down at Jade and screwing up his nose in distaste, and perhaps confusion, "He knew that I would be here, I wasn't a minute late-"

"I know," Jade thought quickly, hoping that the old Death Eater would mistake her hesitation for angst, "It was my fault."

Draco sneered at her, "Your fault?"

"Yes. I was struggling," she lied. Actually, this was probably the most truthful statement she had made to Draco yet, apart from her greeting of 'You are absolute scum'

In actual fact, she had become restless, and started to struggle. But he didn't leave because of that. He undid the silencing charm for this reason, however. They had then held a conversation. Zeke had told her the story…

"Come on! Let me go! This isn't out battle! It's our fathers, and you know it! Don't do this to me just because he's told you to…"

"No. I have to. We will be honoured beyond-"

"Beyond who? By who! Voldermort is gone! Yes Zeke-Gone! Gone, so you shouldn't still flinch at his name! He's not coming back!" Jade was yelling, her lungs still bound tightly to the tree making her voice come out slightly deflated, but Jade was not deferred. Struggling to hold back feisty tears, she argued ceaselessly, and Zeke took each pang with another defiant flash of his eyes.

"I know that he's not! That's why I have to do this! My father will be the greatest Dark Lord that there ever was! This is just the start of it!"

"Oh don't give me that! We both know that that's not going to happen, and it's definitely not going to help by holding me for a ransom-"

"Yes it will. My father knows Harry Potter. He will save anyone that he loves. That's his greatest weakness-"

"Yes but that wont help me now! What, are you going to battle the great Harry Potter Zeke! You're a first year! It took a lot out of you just to bind me to this tree!"

"No, but my father shall be coming soon!" Zeke argued, his voice faltering slightly, at the thought.

"Oh! Well I am sorry, of course they will duel and Draco will win, am I right? Sure Zeke, sure."

Zeke deflated, and sunk to the ground, next to Jade.

"I don't know what else to do. He might not be a match for Potter, but he is a match for me! I don't want to see what he'd do to me if I messed this up Jade…"

Zeke thought of Jessie. He knew that he couldn't have done this to her, and Jade looked so much like her…He had never really wanted to go along with this plan, but he had had no choice…

"Then don't stick around to see. Run, now, and get us both help. Please?" Jade said, finally letting a single tear trickle dangerously down her cheek. Zeke nodded, and set off at a sprint through the forest. Jade sighed.

"You were struggling?" Draco asked, his thin blonde eyebrows raised into a sceptical expression.

"Yes, I was thrashing about like crazy, I don't think he got the right charm, so he went to see if he could find you coming, obviously he couldn't…" Jade lied quickly.

"Don't lie to me." Draco sneered. "Babocrucia!" he yelled, and a beam of white light shot ruthlessly out of the end of his thin, pale wand, and hit Jade in the chest. Her body slumped against the tree, and her eyes closed. Pocketing his wand, and taking the chance to find Zeke, Malfoy ran off into the bushes.

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Jessie, Zeke, McGonagal and Daniel burst into the clearing, McGonagal's wand raising in front of her, and a fiery light blazing in her eyes that had been there since the war had taken a hold of the people she loved the most in the world. There was no scream, no shriek and no yell of surprise. The clearing seemed empty. Until Zeke's eyes fell on the lifeless figure slumped against the tree, the spell having cut the bonds that held her to the tree.

Zeke gasped, and rushed to kneel next to Jade. She was ghostly pale, but shaking slightly. She was still alive, though her breath was light, and she wasn't moving at all.
Everyone else followed Zeke, and saw their friend lying in the earth at their feet.

"Out of the way." Shrieked McGonagal, and she conjured a stretcher, and hoisted Jade onto it with her wand; Floating in mid air, the stretcher and Jade were levitated back to the castle, the convoy of three students and the headmistress following close behind.

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"Jade." Ginny let out a hoarse whisper, and dropped to her knees beside Jade's bed. Harry's face was empty of all colour, and he let out a squeaky noise as he peered down at his daughters still form. Ron stood back a little, scared, and stopped when he was level with McGonagal and Jade's friends. He didn't know what to do. His sister was in complete distress, and Harry seemed in shock. He knew that Jade would be aright. She had to be, and he had been in this room many times before when the situation was grim. He would have thought it impossible if Harry's daughter didn't end up in there at least once.

But Ron was scared. And he also felt very out of place. As Jade's uncle, and having not had a daughter himself, he was very close to the girl, yet he was unsure whether he was considered close enough to stand by her bed, with her parents.

They spent the whole night there. Ron felt a guilt-ridden sensation sitting in the pit of his stomach. He watched as Harry paced the room, grinding his fists together in frustration, thinking of Malfoy. He observed as Ginny sobbed by the bedside, as he had seen her do many times for Harry, and watch her daughters face twitch and flutter, keenly observing any signs of life. He watched as the girl, who he supposed must be Jessie, Jade's new friend, sat on a bed opposite, not wanting to get too close to the family, and taking Harry's staring the wrong way, and he looked on while Daniel Lupin's hair turned to a solemn black, and flattened onto his head, his eyes a deep, pondering blue, full of feeling and sadness.

But Ron was thinking on the situation that he had just left, as well. Katie had been expecting him, when he had walked back into his room and found Harry and Hermione sitting amongst a million old letters, not reading any of them, just sitting in the middle of them.

It was nighttime, which was much later than Ron had said he would be gone for. He had never even made it to the joke shop, where he said he was going to fetch more boxes. Instead, he had wandered around the streets of London thinking about what he was about to do. As great as she was, Ron didn't love Katie. He had never really loved Katie, because he had never stopped loving Hermione.

Ron decided, as he roamed the streets aimlessly, that he could either turn away from the past and move in with Katie, or he could resign to the fact that he would never be able to fall in love again.

Just when he thought that he had made up his mind, Ron walked in to the room filled with the letters, where Harry and Ginny were sitting. They were laughing. Laughing loudly and proudly over something, and for a moment Ron stopped in the doorway, silently, fuming, as he thought they were cracking up over the writing on the pieces of parchment that carpeted the floor.

Ron had been wrong, however, for he heard what Harry said next, and realised that they were merely reminiscing…

"And then I tried not to hear, and I kept pounding the roots to a pulp! They just kept on talking, so proud of themselves! Until I smashed the bowl, like the prat that I was! They'd forgotten I was there; the looks on their faces! Then it was all ok for a while, until he went to the party with Lavender Brown!"

"Oh! I remember the time! That was big! The filthy hypocrite, I was so mad!"

"Yeah, because you were with Dean! Hw do you think I felt/"

Ginny and Harry were laughing so hard that tears were trickling down their grinning faces.

Ron had made a noise at the door, and they had both whipped around quickly. It was then that Ron had known. He couldn't forget the past. He didn't think that he even wanted to. Maybe Hermione hadn't moved on. He could still find her. He could do better than the letters, he could find her, and he could win her back. That is, if she hadn't moved on….

Ron hadn't even had a chance to talk ton Katie. The message had come from McGonagal moments afterwards, by patronus, that Jade had been hurt, and the three of them had flooed to Hogwarts immediately.

And there they were, sitting in the hospital wing, Ron thinking about the woman who he loved the most in the world, and devising farfetched schemes to win her back…

At last, when the sun began to peek through the windows, and Madame Pomfry walked in through from her room, to give Jade another dose of medicine, McGonagal spoke.

"I think," she said calmly, "That it is time we went to my office and sorted out what happened last night. Mr and Mrs Potter need to know the details, and I think that these three might be able to help us retell the story. If you would care to step into my office-"

"Excuse me headmistress, but would you mind if I stayed here with Jade? The others can fill you I, I doubt I would be much of a help anyway…" Jessie said, in barely more than a whisper. McGonagal nodded, and Jessie smiled a small, wet smile of appreciation.

Everyone but Ron and Jessie left, and Jessie sat herself down in the seat next to Jade's bed, and rested her head on her knees.

"She'll be alright…" Ron said to Jessie awkwardly, trying to comfort the girl who was staring at her friend's lifeless form hopelessly.

"Your Ron, aren't you? Jade's uncle?" Jessie asked, hollowly, not taking her eyes off Jade. Ron nodded.

"Yeah. You must be Jessie. I've heard lots about you." Ron said, still uncomfortably. He was really in no mood to talk, but felt as though if he could keep the small girl distracted and talking then she might be less distressed.

He didn't know what it was; perhaps because she looked so simular to Jade; maybe because he had heard so many stories about her; maybe it was the fact that she sat before him puffy eyed and pale. It could have even been that she was showing so much emotion towards a girl that Ron had come to care for like a daughter. Whatever the reason, Ron Weasley felt an unbelievably strong paternal pull towards Jessie, and had a sudden urge to reach out and hug her, stop those deep brown eyes from shining with tears.

"All good I hope." Jessie said quietly, giving Ron a small, sad smile. She was glad there was someone to talk to.

"Yeah, all good." Ron replied, with the hint if a reluctant chuckle, sitting down next to Jessie. He pushed a stray hair out of his goddaughter's face. There were beads of sweat on her pearly white forehead.

"So your parent; would I know them? Did they go to Hogwarts?" asked Ron, grappling desperately for a topic that he could ramble on about. The other obvious choice would have been Quidditch, but he had learnt, partly from growing up with Hermione, that teenage girls didn't appreciate the sport nearly as much as he did. His own days at Hogwarts seemed a safe road to walk down. It would help if her parents had been there at the same time as him…

Jessie's ears went red in embarrassment.

"No. My mums a muggle." She said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Hey, don't be embarrassed!" Ron said bracingly, making Jessie look up, "There's nothing wrong with being muggle born. One of my best friends was muggle born, and she was the brightest witch I have ever met. What's you mum's name?" He said, a sad, reminiscent gleam in his eye. He needed another stab at conversation, and he needed to change the topic before he became as weepy and venerable as the girl sitting opposite him. Jessie smiling, thinking of her mother…

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

It was as though time had frozen. Ron gapped at her, sure that he had gone deaf, that he was imagining things. He was sure that she couldn't have just said what he thought that she had said… it didn't make any sense.

And yet one look into Jessie's politely bewildered, familiar brown eyes told him that he was not mistaken.

Suddenly, Ron felt as though he were falling through darkness, spinning, his head was above his feet, and he was headed for a pit that had no ending.

For years and years Ron had clung to the minute ray of hope that came from the thought of Hermione still loving him. That she might have never moved on. He couldn't even think of her with another man, and didn't ever want to start. He had a blissful image in his mind of her being gracefully lonely; until such time that he found the right words and actions to win her back.

But her she was; the proof that Hermione had moved on (and quickly too). Maybe she had never really loved Ron in the first place. It was staring at him in the form of Jessie, the confused looking witch who sat opposite him. Hermione had moved on, and he, Ron, had not. She had gone and had a child, started a family with another man, and he, Ron had stayed in one spot, wishing for her back.

Ron turned, and ran from the hospital wing, too shocked to say anything more.

A/N: Now, I want this to be known. I did not do this to 'insult Ron's intelligence.' I think that's a quote from a review, I can remember it, I think. No, I did this because it is part of the story line, and, to justify, he was not expecting to have a daughter. He looked at Jessie and saw Hermione, he didn't look at her thinking, 'hey, lets look for the similarities between this girl and I!' He isn't stupid, and he never will be. I promise. Sorry if it seems like that. I love Ron. Yes, I do!

Sorry about the cliffies! Please leave me a review! Thankyou sooo much for reading this much!

Luv Ella xXx