A/N: THE LAST CHAPTER! Yes, TFNF is now complete! Enjoy!

Healing With Amaranta

Amaranta sat on the floor, watching Harry lay on it. She had stopped crying, probably because she ran out of tears, or because there was nothing to cry about. She opened her mouth, thought better of it, closed it, opened it, then closed it again. She did this for some time until Harry thought she resembled a fish out of water. After all, what were you supposed to say to a person had to die?

Well, everyone died eventually, Harry thought to himself. Even Amaranta died a couple of times. But the difference was: he might not come back.

His heart pounded valiantly in his chest, struggling to keep him alive. But it would have to stop soon. How would it feel? He wondered as terror gripped him. Would dying hurt? If he could only have died when he had left number four, Privet Drive, with Hedwig, or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save somebody he loved…He envied his parents' deaths now. This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery.

As Harry slowly sat up, he had never been so aware of his living body. How come he had never appreciated it before? Soon, it would all be gone…or at least he would be gone from it.

Dumbledore's betrayal didn't bother him. He realized that there had always been a bigger plan, he was just too foolish to see it. He never knew that destroying the Horcruxes numbered his life.

Amaranta seemed a long way off, in a far-distant country. He thought of Ron and Hermoine. There would be no goodbyes, no farewells, no explanations. Any time they spent trying to stop him would only waste precious time.

Amaranta only watched him as he stood up and put on his Invisibility Cloak. She didn't say anything, just watched him with understanding eyes. There was no word of comfort she could offer him. No, "Hey, it'll be over before you know it!" or "At least you'll be remembered!" Harry was about to make the ultimate sacrifice, just as Dianthe had done, not to save one person, but the world. Any words would only seem to sully the importance of what he was about to do.

He seemed to float along in a dream, but Harry felt so aware of every step he took through Hogwarts Castle.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.

"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."

Voldemort's voice echoed through the grounds, amplified by his magic.

Slowly, the survivors began to fill the entrance, and soon all of the survivors came out to see Hagrid holding their dead hero, and Voldemort standing there, Nagini wrapped around his shoulders, triumphantly with his Death Eaters.

"No!" the screams were terrible. "No! Harry! HARRY!"

"Silence!" Voldemort ordered. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs."

Hagrid solemnly lowered Harry onto the hard ground.

"You see?" Voldemort said. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"

"And yet he beat you," Amaranta's voice was calm, almost cheerful as she stepped forward.

"Ah, Amaranta," Voldemort didn't show his anger at being interrupted. "I see that you finished Dianthe off," he eyed the blood that crusted her arms. "Good, now you can give me your Heart Fruit."

"I'm flattered, Moldy Wart," Amaranta held her hand to her cheek in mock embarrassment. "But I'm afraid my heart belongs to another."

"Do not disrespect me, girl!" Voldemort shouted testily, wand out.

Amaranta only laughed. Draco broke through the crowd, and was now behind her, obvious worry etched onto his face. His silver eyes connected with those of his mother's and there was a spark of hope.

Suddenly Amaranta's laughter stopped, and her face was wrinkled in rage. "WHY THE HELL SHOULD I RESPECT YOU?!" At that moment, there was a large earthquake, partly due to a rush of giants, and partly due to the Weeping Willow's roots growing into the size of busses and thrashing about at the Death Eaters. It was at that moment that everyone had their wands out, and battle ensued.

Curses and jinxes flew everywhere, so that the ground was lit like a rainbow. It soon died down to two duels, everyone lined around, watching: Voldemort facing his McGonagall, Kingsley, and Amaranta, who still controlled her tree roots, since Draco still had her wand and the idea hadn't ever occurred to him to give it back, not that he could anymore, and Bellatrix Lestrange dueling Hermoine, Ginny, and Luna.

A Killing Curse nearly missed Ginny by a few inches, and it wasn't until then that people heard the "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" screamed by Mrs. Weasley, who flung off her cloak and ran towards her.

Bellatrix laughed.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, pushing past the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand, began to duel Bellatrix with a power unseen in the Weasley mother.

"You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.

Molly's curse soared straight through Bellatrix's open arms and hit her square in the chest, just above her heart. Her smile froze and her eyes bulged in her head.

Voldemort screamed in fury at the fall of his most devoted follower, and pointed his wand at Molly Weasley.

"Protego!" shouted Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in between him and Mrs. Weasley. Voldemort wheeled around for the source of the noise, and Harry through of his Invisibility Cloak.

"Harry!" the shouts and cheers echoed throughout the area. "He's alive!" Silence fell just as it had been broken, and the crowd watched as Harry and Voldemort circled each other, in step.

"I don't want anyone else to try to help," Harry said loudly. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

"Potter doesn't mean that," Voldemort hissed. "That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody," said Harry simply. "There are no more Horcruxes, it's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives…"

"You think it will be you, don't you, boy," Voldemort jeered, "the boy who survived by accident and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to protect me?" asked Harry. "Accident, when I decided to fight in the graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again!"

"Accidents!" Voldemort screamed, but did not strike, he still paced with Harry in a perfect circle.

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight," Harry's eyes twinkled much like Dumbledore's did. "You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people —"

"But you didn't!"

"— I meant to, and that's what did it. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"

"You dare —"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry. I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things you don't. Want to hear some before you make another big mistake?"

"Is it love again?" Voldemort jeered. "Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him from falling from the tower and breaking like old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me from stepping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you doing now when I strike?"

"That wand still isn't working for you because you murdered — or at least tried, since Snape is still alive, funny how all the people you kill seem to come back to life — the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore.

"He killed —"

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die, undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand," Voldemort shouted. "I stole the wand from its master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! It's power is mine!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough. Holding it, using it, doesn't really make it yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? 'The wand chooses the wizard…' The Elder Wand recognized new master before Dumbledore died, someone who had never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never even realizing what he had done…The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Pure shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment before it was gone. "But what does it matter? Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone…and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy…"

"But you're too late," Harry said, still circling. "I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took his wand from him." Harry remembered the fight in the Malfoy manner, when he had fought with Draco, who was being Imperiused by Bellatrix, and stole his wand. Of course, he gave it back, once the fight was over. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does…I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

The golden glow of the sun reaching over the horizon illuminated Voldemort's face, and Harrry heard the cold voice just as he raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The bang was like a cannon blast as green met red, and its sound echoed throughout all of Hogwarts Castle.

Nineteen Years Later

A little bleach-blonde head sneaked a look around a pillar, watching a little redheaded girl talk animatedly with her parents.

"You know, if you keep standing there, staring at little girls like some stalker, you're going to draw attention," Snape's voice drawled.

Young Scorpio flicked around in horror, face flushed. "D-Don't tell Dad!" he shouted before he even realized what he was saying.

"I had no intentions of doing so, but I'm sure your mother would think otherwise," Snape leered. He always had fun taunting the little boy.

"Oh, Severus, stop trying to crush the little boy's dreams," Amaranta's sweet voice floated in from behind Scorpio, who flicked around again. "It's fine if you like Rose, dear, your father won't be disappointed in you for like Hermoine and Ron's daughter. He doesn't hate Muggle-borns as much as he puts on."

Scorpio suddenly became very interested in his feet.

"Now, come on," Amaranta smiled brightly at her son. "You want to say hi to them, don't you? You haven't seen them since New Years, even if you're going to be spending the new term together."

"Ok, Mum," Scorpio blushed, and refused his mother's hand when she offered it, stating that he wasn't a little kid anymore. Amaranta just smiled sweetly at him. She knew how much he wanted to be like his father.

"Oi, Amaranta, is that you?" a deep, yet childish voice drew the dirty-blonde's attention.

The Blommarian turned around. "Oh, Professor Longbottom..."

"Oh, you know me, just call me Neville," the Herbology teacher blushed.

"Harry, Ginny, it's been a while, too long, Ron, Hermoine, it's so good to see you two again!" Amaranta beamed at them.

"You look, that's good," Ginny said with a smile.

"Where's your flashy husband?" Harry asked, though not with malice, he and Draco had formed a treaty a long time ago, although it didn't mean he couldn't be the competitive neighbor he was.

"He had some urgent business with Ministry to attend to this morning, but he'll be over as soon as he can. Oh, Young Lily, nice to see you."

Said girl looked up at the smiling Amaranta shyly. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."

"And Albus and James, I hope you two are getting along?"

"Smashingly," chuckled James, though Albus looked a little awkward.

"Oh, Scorpio, why don't you say hello?" Amaranta patted the green-eyed boy hiding behind her. "I'm sure Rose is eager to see you."

The red-headed girl blushed a little, as did Scorpio, but he took a deep breath and stood out in the open. "Yo."

"Hi...long time no see."

Scorpio held his nose up, trying his best to look cool, thinking of his father. After all, if his father could win a looker like his mum, then sure he could get Rose...

"Oh, he's just shy," Amaranta laughed. "Severus spoils him. He's like a doting grandmother."

"I'd prefer to be called his God-father, as if my appropriate title," Snape's drawling voice grumbled from behind.

Everyone laughed, with the exclusion of Snape, of course.

"So, Amaranta, are you still going to be running that flower shop in Hogsmeade?" Neville asked anxiously.

"Of course, I would live there if I could, just to be close to my baby," Scorpio gave a grunt, "but Draco simply insists that I live in some huge mansion. He doesn't like the idea of me living in a flat above the shop. But I enjoy working there, so we came to the compromise that I live in the mansion with him, but Apparate to work everyday. It's fine, though."

"Ah, I see," Neville looked a bit disappointed. "Well, I'll stop by to pick up some items...f-for the class...every now and then..."

"Like hell you will!" Draco Malfoy pulled his wife by the waist towards him, hugging her from behind. "She's mine, Longbottom, go get your own!"

"Draco!" Amaranta exclaimed, blushing bright red. "When did you get here? And mind the belly, you don't want to damage Dianthe, do you?"

"Just now," Draco answered suavely, but never kept his silver eyes off of the sweating Longbottom. "And I find the meager Herbology Professor trying to hit on my woman?!"

"Draco, please," Amaranta sighed, but smiled none the less. "If the infamous Draco Malfoy has to worry about his wife getting snatched away, then he must be losing his touch."

"I don't like to share," Draco said seriously as he turned Amaranta around to face him, then he smiled mischievously. "Of course, I could always use a proof of your eternal love."

"Draco, we're at the station -" but he cut her off, already deeply kissing her.

A chorus of "Ew"s erupted among the children, while the parents shook their head in shame.

"Please, Draco, we're in public," Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Must they always flaunt their passionate relationship in front of us?" Ron grumbled.

"Hey, just because you don't have what it takes to please a woman, doesn't mean it's my fault, Weasley," Draco retorted, finally releasing Amaranta for air.

"You don't have three children," Harry snorted. "That takes a lot out of a man."

"Excuse me?" Ginny raised an eyebrow. "I didn't see you going into labor."

"Well, we didn't know how the child would turn out, what with me being a Blommarian and all," Amaranta came to Draco's defense. "We didn't know if we should plant anything or not...So far he appears to be perfectly normal, but who knows what could happen?"

"It's fine, Amaranta, we understand," Hermoine patted her shoulder. "I'm sure Scorpio will be fine, and your new baby, too."

"Thanks, Hermoine," Amaranta smiled.

"Oh, hey, guys, it's nearly eleven," Harry said, checking his watch. "You guys better get on the train."

"Ok," the kids all chimed in monotone.

"Goodbye Rose, Hugo," Ron and Hermoine kissed their children goodbye.

As did Ginny and Harry. Amaranta and Draco cuddled their son until his hair ws as tousled as Harry's and kissed him on the cheek before sending him off.

"It's a good thing I'm resuming my post as Potions Master, or I'd have to stay in a Mansion with you two," Snape drawled, but not with dislike, as he boarded the train as well.

The six parents watched their children board the train remembering the first time they had each boarded that train and headed towards their destiny.

The flower never faded, but it did wilt at the age of eighty three, with two children, three grandchildren, holding her husband's hand as they slipped into eternal sleep together.

To Never Be Continued.