Chapter 30

A/N: As promised I have finished this story within the month! I hope this ending is satisfying. I like it and this is how I have always planned on ending it. Thanks to everyone who has read this story and thank you for the reviews, I appreciate both. I am working on another cedric/oc story, unrelated to this, but it is untitled and I would like to have more chapters completed before I start posting. If you are interested in reading more from me, either send me a PM and I will notify you when the next story is up or you can add me to your author alert list. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and co. I created Melissa.

Willow and Holly ran giggling through the living room and kitchen, their mother calling for them to calm down and come to dinner. She was busy putting their baby brother into his highchair. It was only when her voice became stern that the sisters took their spots at the round dinner table. Their mother filled their plates and took a moment to look at her three children.

Though Willow was seven and Holly was five, they could have been twins. The only physical differences between them were their height and eye color: Willow was taller and had grey eyes and Holly had her mother's light green color. Both girls were outgoing, inquisitive, and mischievous when they were together. When they were apart, Holly was quieter and more timid. However, since they were rarely apart at home, there was hardly ever a dull moment.

Her baby boy, Rowan, was only seven months old. He was a sweet and quiet baby, though he was always moving. She reckoned she would be chasing him around just as much as the girls, if not more, when he learned to walk. She leaned over and pushed his bowl of food back to the center of his tray. She letting him try and feed himself as she ate some of her dinner while it was hot, but he was really just making mess.

She liked to just stop and take time to look at her children. She would memorize their expressions, features and mannerisms. She chalked it up to wanting to always be able to see her children in someway, even if something happened again. Though, she reckoned many mothers did the same thing from time to time.

They heard the fireplace crackle loudly and there was glow of green light that leaked from the living room into the dining room. Before she could stop them, the girls were running to meet their father.

"Daddy!" they yelled in unison.

She heard her husband's deep chuckle and her daughters' squeals as he picked them up into a bear hug and spun them around. Rowan was staring off into the direction his sisters had run and was kicking his feet excitedly. Her husband walked into the dining the room, a girl in each arm. They were both talking non-stop, making it impossible to understand what either was saying. Their father smiled and nodded as he plopped them into their seats.

"Busy day?" he asked his wife, walking over to her and placing a quick peck on her lips.

"Just the usual," she smiled.

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Mel woke up feeling unusually groggy. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to sort out what she had just seen.

She and Cedric had been living in an isolated cabin for the last year. In that time, she had been relearning how to cast spells, brew potions, and do everyday things. It had been a struggle at first—and still could be at times—but she had mastered almost all everyday tasks and her spell work was much improved. However, Cedric was still wary about letting her perform spells unsupervised: She sometimes broke or set fire to household objects on accident. Her vision had improved a bit too. Instead of seeing nothing, she could now she colored blurs. It wasn't ideal, but she was glad her punishment was being lifted, even if it was at an unbelievably slow pace.

Cedric had improved too. He still had bad days, but not nearly as often. Taking care of Mel had given him something else to think about. In the beginning, she had been totally reliant on him, more than she had ever been before. He had had to do so much that he began to feel useful again; he finally had something to do. Cedric wasn't just taking of Mel though; he was also working for the Order. He had taken up the job of translating ancient magic books. While he was looking for a way to heal Mel's eyes, he was also looking for spells that could be used to help the Order, and Harry, fight Voldemort. It wasn't easy work: the texts could take days to translate and the spells were often too dangerous to use.

Mel heard the door open and close. Cedric was home. He had gone to the nearby village to get them food and the mail. They were using the muggle post and village to blend in. Any unexplainable events or use of too much magic could draw the unwanted attention of the Death Eaters to them, and Mel, no matter her improvements, was in no condition to duel a group of Death Eaters.

"Hey," he said, kissing her cheek and sitting on the couch next to her. "How was nap?"

She smiled and leaned into him, her hand feeling down his arm to find his hand. Entwining their fingers she said, "It was good. I had a vision."

He tensed and she added, "It was a good vision."

"What's that like?" he asked, half-jokingly.

"I don't know if I should tell you," she teased.

"Then I don't know if I can read you Harry's letter."

She rolled her eyes and hit him playfully. "Fine, I'll tell you," she said, still smiling. "I saw a future where I can see, the visions are gone, and we have a family."

Cedric wrapped his arms around her. "Really?" he asked, his voice quiet and hopeful.

"Our babies were beautiful," she said quietly. "I don't know Cedric, it's like that vision was sent to help me. I've been so aimless this last year and then Dumbledore died…. I've just been having a hard time forcing myself to fight this war, but this vision, it reminded me what I have and what I want. Promise me that we'll work for that future."

"Promise," he said, kissing the side of her head.

"Thank you. Now, read me my brother's letter," she said in a pretend commanding tone. He chuckled and opened the letter.

"When will you stop bossing me around?"

"Probably never. I've become quiet good at it this last year."