A note from the author

Okay so this is the last instalment of The Resistance. I realise that it is not very long, and I also realise that is has been ages since I last updated this so firstly I apologise for that. I have been excruciatingly busy and although that is no excuse, I have still failed to update and finish this for some time so for that I apologise. I really hope this ending does it justice because it is the first story that I have actually started and completed and not just discarded somewhere along the way. If, however, it does not, please please tell me and I will amend it to try to do it justice. It is only short but I just wanted to wrap it all up nicely.

Happy reading folks

Six Years Later

Hermione followed the muffled sound of music down the corridor, stopping just outside the polished oak double doors, listening quietly. The light notes wove themselves through the wood and she smiled as she listened to the soft playing of the piano. Very carefully, she pushed open the door, and stood silently just over the threshold, simply watching. The warm evening sun was setting over the horizon, filling the music room with its soft orange and pink glow. Narcissa was sat at the piano, their five year old daughter next to her, her little legs dangling from the stool. Hermione smiled to herself as she watch her wife teach their child the simply lullaby, Bella's little fingers dancing over the keys with all her mothers natural talent.

When the song was finished, and the child look up at her mother expectantly, Hermione clapped, walking into the room, a smile breaking out across her face as she was unable to contain it. The little girl's head spun around, her rich brown curls flying out around her for a moment and then settling around her beaming oval face as she looked back at her mother. She jumped off of the stool and ran towards her and Hermione laughed and scooped her up into her arms laughing.

"What did you think?" Bellatrix asked nervously. "Did you like it?" Hermione smiled.

"My darling you were magnificent," she said. "It was beautiful." The child grinned and planted a little kiss on her mothers cheek, making both women chuckle. Hermione looked at her for a moment, her little girl filling her with wonder. A perfect mix of the two of them. She hadn't thought it possible.

"Go and play," Hermione said at last, planting a quick kiss on her forehead before setting her down. Bella smiled at her mothers, before running out of the room, her little giggle echoing down the hall.

Narcissa started to play again, a quiet, simple little tune that never failed to send a warm ripple of butterflies through Hermione's stomach. He looked at her wife for a moment, seeing not only the features that she had fallen in love with, and which had barely aged at all, but those which were now shared by their daughter; the fine lines of her cheekbones, her icy blue eyes. She smiled and leant her head on her wife's shoulder and closed her eyes, listening to the soothing lullaby that filled the room.

"Okay?" Narcissa asked quietly, her hands never ceasing in their tune. Hermione looked up to find the older woman staring into her eyes and she nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"The war is over. I have my child. I have my wife. What else could I possibly ask for? Everything is perfect."