Author's Note: This is an epilogue to my original ending. This takes place three years after the ending. I'm probably going to do epilogues for Draco's and Lucius's endings as well.

I woke up and screamed but realized that I was okay and sighed.

"Midge are you okay!?" Becky cried running in. Yes, I had moved in with Becky. I really didn't fancy living in the house where I had killed my husband. Nor did I want to go back to my mom and dad's. Becky was just fine with me staying at her house.

"Yeah...just a nightmare...I'll be okay."

"You've been having nightmares a lot lately."

"Well...the aniversery is tomorrow...can you really blame me?"

"What do you plan on doing?"

"I'm going back to the house."

"Do you really think that will help? I mean you haven't been there in three years."

"I have to Becky. I just...have to."

The next morning I got up and changed into my clothes. I braided my hair and walked downstairs.

"Morning Schy," Mitch's voice said.

"Morning," I replied. "Come for the 'Yay Draco's Still Dead Day'?" Mitch nodded.

"You bet!"

"I brought apples," Heather added.

"Great." I walked away from them and into the front hall.

"Hey you're even less enthusiastic than usual," Mitch said as the three of them followed me. "What's up?"

"I'm going out." I Apparated and appeared in front of the manor. I walked through the front door and spent some time wandering the halls and rooms. When I reached my old room I laid down on the bed and fell asleep for a good hour.

"Schyler. Wake up luv." I sat up and looked around frantically. He couldn't be here! I killed him! But there was no one in the room but me. Shakily, I made my way down to the basement. Nothing had changed. Blood still coated everything and it still held that air of hoplessness that it had had three years earlier.

"This is why I came here," I muttered to myself.

"Really? What made you?" I whirled around. Draco stood before me, the same old smirk on his face.

"You're dead," I said and turned away from him.

"Yes. But then again so are you."

"Fuck off Draco," I snapped. "I'm the one who still has a pulse."

"You don't have to be buried in the ground to be dead, dear."

"Really?" I scoffed. "And how exactly am I dead?" Draco moved forward and placed his hand over my heart.

"Here, luv," he said softly. "You're dead in here."

"What're you...?"

"Have you married since I died? Dated anyone at all?"

"No..."

"Have you even moved out of Rivers's house?"

"No. I don't want to."

"Why? Because you feel safe there?"

"It's the only place I feel safe."
"And why haven't you dated? It's been three years."

"I can't trust anyone thanks to you!" I spat. "I don't want to take the chance of getting hurt again!"

"Pet, you've been clinging to me since I died. You don't want to let me go. You know no one will ever be as good as me."

"I hate you! Why in the hell would I want to date someone like you!?"

"Because you love me and you know it. No matter what you tell yourself. You love me."

"So?"

"So it's like I said before. I own you. You will always be mine." He laughed.

"You don't own me!"

"Then explain why you're here."

"I just...I just had to come back..." He leaned down and kissed me.

"You died when you killed me," he whispered. "And you are still mine."

I gasped and sat up, finding myself still lying on my old bed.

"I was dreaming," I said. "I was just dreaming..." I got up and hurried down to the basement, anxiouse to get this over with. I came down the steps slowly and gazed around. It looked just as it had in my dream. Just as it had the last time I had been here. I waited for Draco to appear but he never did.

"I knew he wouldn't," I muttered. "Thank God for that. I don't want to see..." My voice trailed off as I noticed a wand lying on the floor. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was made of Hawthorn. It was Draco's. I slipped it into my pocket and Apparated from the basement back to Becky's.

"There you are," Becky said as I walked into the parlor. "Are you okay?" I nodded and sat down.

"Anything happen at the manor?" Mitch asked. I shook my head and got back up.

"I'm going...I have to go back to the manor again..." I said. "I'll be back later."

"Wait! Why!?" Becky said as she and the other two got to their feet.

"I just..." I touched Draco's wand and shook my head. "Bye."

I was back in the basement again.

What am I doing here? I hate this place... I pulled out Draco's wand and looked at it.

"Maybe he was right," I muttered. "I am clinging to him."

"Midge, what is that?" Becky's voice asked. I turned to her and the others.

"Draco's wand."

"Give it here." I handed her the wand and she snapped it into little pieces. I fell to my knees beside the pile of wood and began to sob. I had not cried since the day Draco had died. I cried so hard that my whole body shook and I feared that I was never going to be able to stop.

"Schyler he's gone," Mitch said kneeling in front of me. "He won't come back."

"I want him..." I sobbed. "I want him back...I didn't...didn't mean to kill him...I was...I love him!" Mitch looked up at Becky, not knowing what to do.

"Schyler he was a bastard," she said.

"I hate him for what he did," I sobbed. "But I...I love him. I don't want to love him anymore Becky! I don't want it hurt anymore! Please make it stop hurting..." I picked up a piece of wood that had once been part of the handle of the wand.

"Draco...forgive me..." I dropped the piece back into the pile and we left the manor.

By the next year the manor had been bought by another couple. The basement had been cleaned long before they bought it and I doubted anyone would ever tell them what had happened in that place.