Two weeks had flown by rather quickly for rogue. it had been decided that Remy was allowed to be around the other members because his presence was easy to explain while Rogues wasn't. she had been confined to the attic when Pettigrew was at headquarters. Luckily Lily Potter had taken it upon herself to keep rogue company during these times, Rogue was grateful for the distraction. She hadn't told anyone that she wasn't planning on coming out of this alive and she had no intention of telling anyone. She knew Remy would try to stop her and find another way but rogue knew there was no other way. To save lives hers had to be sacrificed. Besides her and Remy would just disappear into time and space once this was completed anyway.

Right now her, Remy and the other members of the Order were all circled around the large dining table once more. Tonight was the night that they would take Voldemort down for good. it had all been set up down to the finest detail of rogue wearing Lily's clothing and holding a fake crying baby doll. The plan was for Moody, Remus and a few others to track down Pettigrew while Rogue, Remy, James, Sirius and Dumbledore confronted Voldemort. Well while rogue confronted Voldemort and the others took care of any death eaters that tagged along.

Rogue stood in little Harry's nursery room taking it all in. the others had gone to secure the rest of the mansion leaving her alone with the plastic baby doll. She felt oddly numb, not from fear of the battle soon to come, not from the knowledge that once this was over that she would just disappear as though she never existed. No, she had been in battles like this before, she was fine with just disappearing into nothingness because she knew in the future that she wouldn't have to do this and she could grow old. It was the future that frightened her. she could never have a room like this, people told her she could always adopt but she felt selfish for wanting a child of her own blood.

"Whatcha t'inkin' 'bout Cherie?" she heard from behind her as two strong arms wrapped around her waist. And just like all the times before, every muscle in her body tensed before she wrenched herself out of his arms.

"Stop touchin' me Cajun." She said.

"Ya gotta stop bein' so tense chere." He told her, his deep voice making her insides melt as he moved in closer.

She held her hand up and stopped him from coming any closer. "Look we need ta get ready for Voldemort." She said hoping to distract him. she knew it was a pathetic attempt but she had to try nonetheless. The last thing she needed right now was a heart to heart with Remy Lebeau of all people.

"Ya no' foolin' me chere." He said with a small smile. "Wha's buggin' ya?"

Rogue sighed, it was inevitable, how could she possibly hope to hide her feelings from an empath. "It's nothin' really." She said hoping he would take the hint and go before she poured out her heart to him.

"Why don' ya tell me about it, we got time." He said adding the last bit to sweeten the deal.

Rogue sighed and walked to the dresser that was about waist high. She ran a gloved finger along the surface before turning around and lifting herself to sit on it. "Ah was just thinkin' how ah'm never gonna have this." She said gesturing to the nursery room while she kept her eyes glued on the hard wood floor. She couldn't bear the look of pity on his face that she knew had to be there. Everyone pitied her when it came to a family or a relationship.

She saw Remy's boots come into the field of her vision and felt a gloved finger under her chin lift her head up. she slowly met his eyes and was confused to not see pity at all, the emotion she saw was foreign to her. she didn't know how to describe it but soon she was enveloped in a hug. And not one of those half-hearted hugs. But a real honest to goodness hug as though to share everything your feeling with the other person. She soon found herself joining in on the hug.

no one had every just hugged her. sure, people had given her pats on the back or a half ass one armed squeeze around the shoulders. But never a real hug and rogue found she rather liked them. After a moment the two pulled away.

"Ya know you're not that bad when ya not flirtin' with me." Rogue admitted to him awkwardly.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Ya know ya like it." he told her playfully, and the moment was gone.

"'bout as much as chicken pox." She said, glad that she could always banter with Remy if nothing else, even if it wasn't always playful.

"Hey you two ready, or should we tell Voldemort to wait outside while you two snog?" Sirius asked with a playful smile on his face.

Rogue immediately distended herself from Remy. "Ah'm ready." She said walking over the rocking chair where she had haphazardly thrown the toy baby.

Truth be told she was lucky to get it back at all, James and Sirius had been completely fascinated by the muggel toy and refused to stop playing with it till the batteries had finally died. Luckily Lily had foreseen this and brought extra batteries. She wrapped up the doll and pulled the hood to her green cloak over her head and as a last measure she took off her gloves. She could survive the killing curse but there was no telling what he could come up with to neutralize her so he could make a getaway. She only had one chance and she refused to mess it up.

Both men wished her luck and left the room. now it was just her and the plastic baby. Rogue went over the game plan in her head again and again. She would let him hit her with the curse and continently fall over the doll. When he went to move her supposedly lifeless body away she would attack. She needed to drain enough power off him so that he would be too weak to flee.

She took a deep breath in as she heard the back door downstairs open. Out. The slow footsteps that crossed the old floor boards to the staircase. In. he was walking up the stairs. Out. He opened the first door and then closed it. In. the next door that she knew to be the bathroom, opened and closed. Out. The door to the nursery was next. In. the door handle jiggled but it was locked. Out. There was the soft click of the lock turning and the creak of the door opening. In.

Rogue turned halfway before the curse was bellowed. "Avada Kadavera!" she caught only a glimpse of the serpent like man before the green blast hit her square in the chest.

The breath that rogue had taken was forcefully shoved out of her lungs as she hit the floor, on top of the doll that had started to cry on cue. Rogue halted her breathing as the footsteps grew closer. She felt the blood rushing in her ears as an ice cold hand grabbed her shoulder to get to the screaming doll. And like lightning rogue reached out and grabbed onto his hand and face.

There was a gasp as Voldemort tried to back away from her but years of training taught her to hold firm. She managed to stand up, bringing her with him as his veins bulged and surged toward her hands that were both now on his face. Rogue was vaguely aware of the door crashing open and what she assumed to be members of the Order. What she hoped to be members of the order.

She pushed back his thoughts and memories to be dealt with later, right now she needed to let go but couldn't. she felt a trickle of panic surge through her as his skin began to split. She couldn't let go! This was what had happened to Carol, she couldn't let this happen to Voldemort. She wouldn't survive. Rogue felt herself scream and hoped that it was for help. She wasn't sure anymore her mind was mixing with his. She felt arms around her waist and shoulders give a great pull as her hands were ripped off of Voldemort's face.

Rogue forced herself to concentrate on breathing while she pushed his memories further back. She couldn't let herself get swept up in his memories, she was Rogue, her name was Rogue. Her name was not Tom, she was not the heir to Slytherin, she was not a clod blooded murderer. She was NOT Voldemort! She had a brother named Kurt, another named Graydon who wanted her dead. She had a mother who used her. she had a family, they called themselves the x-men. they fought the good fight at all costs. She had people depending on her, Voldemort didn't.

Rogue opened her eyes to see a pair of worried red and black eyes staring back at her. "Hey." She said, realizing her head was in his lap.

"Bonjour." He said back.

She sat up with Remy's help to see the men around her. all looking at her with a mix of awe and anticipation. Voldemort was on the ground a few feet away, she could see the rise and fall of his chest but still wasn't sure. "Is he alive?" she asked.

Dumbledore nodded as he stood up from his kneeling position beside the evil wizard. Rogue let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and turned to Remy. "It's time." She said, and he nodded.

Rogue wasn't sure how she knew but she knew it was time to slip through the cracks of space and time. She turned to the courageous wizards on the other side of the room. "Maybe we'll see yall again in the future." She said, knowing that they probably wouldn't look the two mutants up. they couldn't risk the chance of messing up the future.

"Je vous aimerai toujours." (I will always love you) Remy whispered into her hair as he helped her into a standing position. and for once she didn't move away and just let him hold her.

Rogue looked up into his eyes with a sad small smile. "I love ya too." She whispered back. Rogue just wished she had realized it sooner. There was a flash of light as the world disintegrated around them, she leaned her head on his chest as they too disintegrated into nothingness.

A/N

Sorry it took so long folks but there is just one more chapter and then it's the end!