Hey! Wrote this last night (: The idea about Molly sounds fun. I might write it too. Oh yeah. And the one about Wormtail has already been written. It's somewhere near the end of my other fic, HP and the Spawn of Satan. You might want to see that too :D

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2. Nicholas and Pernelle Flamel

'Say goodbye to our friends'

'Check'

'All of them? Are you sure, Nicholas?'

'Yes, I am'

'All right… Write our wills'

'Check'

'Destroy the Stone'

'Check. Although I am not sure we should have done it…'

'I thought we agreed on that?'

'Yes, Pernelle, dear. But I do not mean dying. I don't mind that. I'm just not sure we should have destroyed the Stone.'

'Better destroy it than let Voldemort or some other fool of a dark lord use it.'

'You might be right. But it was my greatest invention. And now that I have destroyed it, what will be left of us after we die?'

'Oh, Nicholas! You have been immortal for nearly six hundred years! Isn't it enough?'

'I guess it has to be…'

'All right then… Tell Fudge what you think of him…'

'Check. Sent him an owl -'

'Nicholas Flamel! Why the hell did you put that on the list?'

'Because I think I have to do it. This is the perfect time. By the time he reads my letter I will be dead already,' Nicholas smiled. Pernelle sighed, not wondering if he would ever grow up, because she knew he would not.

'Make tea,' she read 'Check.'

The doorbell rang as she put down the list.

'That must be him,' Nicholas said.

Pernelle walked over to the door and opened it.

'Good afternoon,' she said 'I was beginning to worry you might get late.'

I AM NEVER LATE, said a voice that was rather felt than heard, I ALWAYS ARRIVE ON TIME.

'Would you like some tea?' the woman asked.

AH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MRS. FLAMEL. IT IS NICE TO FINALLY MEET SOMEBODY WHO HAS BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING ME.

'Oh, Nicholas and I have lived long enough,' she said as they entered the house 'And we are prepared for this.'

'Good to see you,' Nicholas greeted the guest 'I always wanted to discuss a few things with you.'

And the three of them sat own at the table.

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Death rose from his seat as the last of the sand fell down in the two lifetimers.

I GUESS IT IS TIME, he said.

'Wait a moment,' Pernelle stopped him. She picked up the list again.

YOUR TIME HAS RAN OUT, Death reminded her I CANNOT WAIT MUCH LONGER.

'Oh, it is only one little thing,' she said looking at the list 'Wash the dishes,' she read.

'I guess we can use magic to make it faster,' Nicholas said, putting the teacups in the sink.

'Wonderful idea,' his wife said as the dishes began to magically wash themselves.

'Check,' she said cheerfully as she put the list down again.

ARE YOU READY? Death asked.

'Yes,' They both said.