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Epilogue

"The spell rebounded, like I was almost certain it would. Of course, maybe being almost certain isn't the best kind of certain." Harry laughed unfunnily to himself. "But what's life without a little risk." He smiled softly, laying his hand on the tombstone engraved Remus Lupin. "But you were a marauder, you must understand."

Lumbering footsteps echoed behind him, shoes crunching against the fallen leaves. "Oy, Harry! She'll kill us if we're late!" Ron said as he approached.

"Which one?" Harry asked.

It took several moments before Ron could reply. "Your right, Hermione and Mum'll kill us if we're late."

"I'll be along in a minute, you go ahead." Ron nodded and disaperated as Harry turned back to the tombstone. "It was amazing, I really wish you could have seen it. The spell rebounded on him, but this time it annihilated him, just wiped him off the map. He had become his own final horcrux, and he ended up destroying himself."

"Of course, while none of this was good news to Voldemort himself, his death eaters didn't find it to their liking either. All of them that remained were paralyzed long enough by the pain the emanated from their tattoos linking them to Voldemort that they could be rounded up and carted off. I know it may all sound to fantastic to have happened, but the thing is there are things about it that make it too real, like all the lives we lost that day."

Harry fell silent. "I really miss you Remus. But maybe your happier now that you're with Sirius and Dad. The marauders, together again. Maybe mum can finally get you all to behave?"

Harry sighed, turning away from the grave. "Goodbye." He said softly just before disasperating.

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"Harry! There you are!" Ginny exclaimed, roughly grabbing his arm and dragging him into the house. "Have you gone completely mad, sending Ron to cover for you? You're lucky you showed up when you did."

"Who said I sent Ron to cover for me?"

"Only a complete loon would risk getting Hermione and Mum upset today." Ginny explained, though she couldn't help but laugh upon catching Harry's sheepish grin. "You're crazy, completely mad!"

"Who's... Oy, Harry. It's about time!" Ron exclaimed, interrupting himself.

"So I've heard." He responded with a grin.

"Alright, that's enough chit chat for now." Ginny interrupted with a clap of her hands. "Ron, you need to get in there and let Fred know he's hear. And you," She pointed to Harry. "You need to come with me, Hermione is this way." She motioned down a short hall.

Coming to the end of the hall Ginny knocked on the door to their right. A muffled 'come in' traveled through the dense door.

"Harry!" Hermione engulfed him immediately in a hug. "Can you believe it?" She pulled away. Her face was radiant, her smile contagious.

"You look beautiful." Harry answered. Her wedding dress was simple, and it suited her. She'd left her hair loose, and a white lily had been tucked behind her left ear.

At some point Ginny had disappeared, but now Mrs. Weasley appeared in the doorway. "It's time dear." She smiled kindly. Harry offered Hermione his arm.

"Shall we."

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"They make such a cute couple." Ginny gushed, taking a seat between Harry and Ron in a far corner of the reception hall. The boys let the statement alone. Fred and Hermione were dancing out in the middle of the dance floor.

Off to the right of them were George and Luna. Luna never did regain her sight, but by all appearances she was learning to cope with the loss. With George's help she was consistently improving.

Back at the table in the corner Ron absently stroking his injured hand with his uninjured appendage. After that day in the room of choice he had never regained total strength in the hand with which he had pummeled the mirror. On occasion the sting the glass had created wold still come back in the form of a phantom pain, another reminder of the choice he had made. Though if you asked him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Harry was staring at the table top as though stuck in a far off place. Sometimes even now he would get lost in the past that could have become the present. The choices that could have been made. He was still, on occasion, tortured by the losses that could have been incurred. More often he was chased by those that had been. Ginny reached for his hand. "Come dance with me." She smiled. He hesitated, throwing his glance over to Ron.

"Go ahead mate." Ron encouraged, pointing over Harry's shoulder. "Neville will keep me company." And sureenough, Neville was headed their way. The greatest change, perhaps, was the one that had occurred in Neville. Since the battle he had become far more confident. There was even a rumor circulating that he was going to take over the Herbology position when it reopened in the fall.

They each, in their own way found a way to move forward and move on. It's not so much that they each found a happy ending, because as we all know that all an ending is, is a brand new beginning. No, what they found was choice, the choice to move on, the choice to live.

The End

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What'd you all think? That last paragraph seems a little awkward. But I've finally managed to finish it. I know it took me forever and a day to get you an update out and I'm really sorry, but since I hate excuses I'm not going to offer them hear. All I can say is sorry, sorry, sorry. Hopefully these updates make up for it!

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Special thanks and shout-outs go to tutucute4u and ravendove2007. I thank you both for your continued support, encouragement and critiques. Thank you for being with me from the very beginning. I hope you both enjoyed these final chapters!

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Peace Out and all that Jazz.