Epilogue
Hermione was kneeling in front of the gigantic wolf statue under the lake, she could feel her daughter shifting next to her and she tightened her grip on Draco's hand, who sat on her other side. She couldn't believe her daughter was already five years old; it was just ridiculous to her, it felt like it was only yesterday Kaelyn was learning to walk. Hermione had been reluctant to bring her daughter here, but she'd run out of excuses for putting it off.
Biting back a small sigh, Hermione glanced over at her daughter and felt a sad smile appear on her face; she wasn't entirely sure what it was that was going to happen, but she had an odd feeling about it. They'd been sitting there for what felt like forever, so when Draco squeezed her hand she felt like she imagined it. But when she felt him squeeze it again, she looked over at him to find him starring up at the moon through the small hole in the cave ceiling.
It was full and now directly overhead.
Clearing her throat quietly, she looked back at her daughter and reached for her hand, "I love you," she began in a whisper; she opened her mouth to continue when she noticed a faint glow beginning to emanate from the statue.
Swallowing hard, Hermione turned back to face the statue; her mind began to feel numb and she felt a small tug at her chest. Somewhere in the back of her mind she saw her daughter standing up and moving off towards the statue, she felt Draco's hand leave hers and she slowly began to fall to her side.
The tugging at her chest grew stronger and she became vaguely aware that Draco had fallen to the floor of the cave as well. Cracking open her eyes, she thought she could see the wolf from the statue standing in front of her again; but what she failed to realize was that the last time her and Draco had been in the cave, that wolf had actually enter into her womb and woven it's spirit alongside her unborn daughter's.
But Draco, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening; he'd seen the wolf spirit spring out of his daughter and he could see his own coming out to join her. He began to panic slightly when he couldn't find Hermione's wolf, but then a small wisp of white caught his eye. Shifting slowly, Draco saw a familiar wolf seemingly stepping out of Hermione and padding over to join the others.
Draco was feeling kind of weird, almost as if the wolf leaving was taking part of him along with him. Watching the ominous wolves through half lidded eyes, Draco had to blink a couple times to really understand what he was seeing.
It almost looked as though his and Hermione's wolves were merging together and the more they combined, the more he seemed to be able to feel Hermione lying next to him on the ground. Crawling over to her, he felt his strength slowly ebbing away; when he reached her, he collapsed on the ground next to her with one arm draped across her.
As the two wolves seemed to finally become one, Draco felt his eyes flutter closed and his mind went black. He couldn't feel anything anymore, nor did he care.
Though there was one person in the cave that did care, his mother, Narcissa, who'd been watching the whole thing. She'd watched as the small family entered the cave at sundown, and she'd watched as the waited while the watched the moon to shift high in the sky. She'd waited while their souls were ripped from their bodies, and she'd watched as her son closed his eyes for the last time.
Biting back her tears, Narcissa waited for the entwined wolves' souls to join with their daughter's and re-enter the only grand-daughter she would ever have. As Kaelyn regained consciousness, she took a few minutes to compose herself before stepping out from her shadows at the back of the cave.
Walking silently over to the young girl, Narcissa saw the recognition flicker across her face as she looked at her parents lifeless forms lying on the cold ground in front of her. She tried not to flinch when she heard the loud shriek emanate from Kaelyn's mouth; giving her head a quick shake, she stepped over to her and put a tentative hand on her shoulder and smiled warmly down at the girl, "It's okay, sweet heart," she soothed, when she looked quickly up at her with a scared look, "I'm Narcissa Malfoy, your Grandmother," she explained, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl, "I'm going to be taking care of you now."
AN: I know it's an abrupt ending, and I apologize...But I am going to write a sequel :)