Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, or Charmed. I am just dabbling in the world they left for us. Though I do own the plot...

(This chapter is dedicated to beauty0102 for her review that put me at and allowed me to ride into the thousands and I thank her profusely!)

(also, please not that as with the previous chapter, I am about to take some major liberties with all worlds involved here…)

Chapter 65

Just the Beginning…

Last Time:

And so it was with no great effort that he proclaimed loudly…"It. Is. Finished!"

Not too far away, high in an abandoned tower of Hogwarts School, a lone figure stood, watching the scene below. The battle was over and she had watched, proudly, as Harry had taken the final step into becoming who he was meant to be.

"Treva, it is time…"

She nodded and sighed sadly, "I know."

~~~hpgw~~~

The door to the office opened with a slight creak, the whirring of the silver instruments flowing out through the open door, filling the stairwell with a slight musical tone. Albus Dumbledore sighed contentedly, shutting the door, the soft click cutting the musical whirring in the stairwell short. Swiftly, yet slowly, the Headmaster moved behind his desk, pulling open the left-side drawer in the process, pulling out a dish of yellow candies. Popping one effortlessly into his mouth, he sat back against the softness of his winged-back chair and sucked on the sour-lemon candy, doing his best to relax. As he sat there in silence, he couldn't help but let his thoughts be pulled back over the last couple of days. The first and foremost was that he had quickly escaped/been released from the tender care of one, Poppy Pomfrey.

'Alright, second foremost...I am just glad to be out of the hospital wing.' He thought to himself.

The first obviously being that the evil that was once Voldemort, apparently also known as the Source, to only a select few, was now entirely gone, this time for good. And all the thanks for that went to Harry Potter, or rather, Halliwell. Albus shook his head at the last name his favorite student seemed to have picked up, not sure if he would get used to it. It had been a shock for him to learn of the young man's true parentage, but in the end, he knew that he should have seen the signs and figured it out long before he had. Or at the very least, he should have figured it out before the boy had vented it to him at his bedside in the hospital wing not mere hours before he went off to face the Dark Lord. Despite the revelation of Harry's past, and their rocky footing at the present time, he was sure that he would find his footing in this New World Order. He was just grateful for being allowed to take part in it at all.

Shortly after his release from the Hospital wing, he and Harry had met out on the grounds and had had quite the discussion, just the two of them, as they both dealt with what was left of the self-proclaimed "Dark Lord". And what the boy had done to deal with Voldemort...had been very original to say the least. It had actually been something that the Headmaster hadn't thought to do. He had been sure that there would have been a need for a great sacrifice to be made before the tether to life Voldemort had achieved could be severed. And in a way it had been, by Ginny Weasley, the young woman who had stolen young Harry's heart. It was with her sacrifice that had led Harry to what needed doing. He sighed sadly as he thought about the one family that had been unable to come out of this battle unscathed.

In the end, it was learned that Ginny had indeed appeared inside the Great Hall, moments after Harry had sent her to safety. She had apparently not been okay with that and had seen fit to summon Harry's Phoenix and all but demand of the poor creature to be taken back out to the person that needed her the most. The Phoenix, Flynn, did not hesitate to acquiesce to her demand, as it seemed to have sensed her very desire to protect the one she loved. It had complied. And it was clear to any who had been watching, the Phoenix was taking the death of the young girl very hard. The Headmaster, after being released from the Hospital wing, couldn't count how many times he had seen some member of Harry's family, or extended family, tending to the distraught familiar. Moments before he and Harry had taken their walk, he, Dumbledore, had been witness to Harry attempting to console the Phoenix. He was having only slightly better luck than the others. It was only after watching that particular event that had really cemented the fact that Harry truly was in good hands.

Wanting to get his mind away from the thought of the young Miss. Weasley, he turned his thoughts around to the new, fully-functioning, ward stone that he, with the help of Harry, had just set up deep beneath the school. It was as they were moving what remained of the Source that Harry explained to him what exactly it was that he had done, in the end, to rid the world of this evil.

He, Harry, had come to the conclusion that the only way to be completely sure that Voldemort or his magic would never be called upon again, was to strip him of a body and mix his essence, his very being, with that of his magic, including all that he had dabbled in, into one thing…a new being, if you will and encase it in the most powerfully protected gem that the world had ever seen. Harry, knowing that the Headmaster was one of the most powerful wizards of the age, asked him to attempt to breach it and its defenses. In the end, he had failed to even get a spell to make contact with the gem's surface. He had smiled at this, catching Harry off guard. He had explained to the young man that it was refreshing to know that there was something out there, which not even he, Albus Dumbledore, could overcome.

Pulling his thoughts back on track, he then began to go over what he learned from the medi-witch about the actual battle itself. She had apparently been running all sorts of diagnostic spells over him when she had seen the flames rise up past her window. At seeing the flames, she ended her spells and ran to the window to watch the spectacle going on below her. Time had seemed to fly by for her, and in no time flat she had watched as Harry took out Voldemort. According to her, however, despite the fact that Harry had said some sort of spell that had practically obliterated Voldemort, it was not all Harry had done. Apparently, Harry had used his power and that of, and Albus was still trying to wrap his head around this, Excalibur, a sword that had been thought lost to time, to bind everything together into an extravagant-looking gem.

And it had been as they were setting the stone, just opposite the other ward stones that made up the 'base-wards' of the school, that Harry had told the Headmaster another part of what he had been planning. "Since the Source, has an unhealthy attachment to this wonderful magical institution, what better place to leave it to rest." Harry had then gone on to explain that the stone and the magic within, the very essence of the Source would help protect the school for centuries to come.

When the Headmaster had asked just how long the magic that governed the gem would last, protecting the school, Harry had smiled, saying that he expected the 'soul-gem', as it were, to be around long after he, or any of his descendants, had left the earth. He then went on to explain that despite how many people had seen the magnificent gem, after a long enough time had come to pass, its very existence would become mere legend…a story passing into throws of history…a story that would add to the magic and wonder of Hogwarts.

Plucking another lemon drop from dish in front of him, he popped it into his mouth and let his thoughts continue on, going back to the moment just before they tied the stone to all the others. At first, Albus had been worried at the danger of placing such a powerfully magical object at the center of the school. More so at what was swirling around inside of it. Harry, understanding the concern, explained that there was no malevolence left over from the Dark Lord to be found anywhere near, in or around the stone and that even if there were, there would be no way for it to escape its prison and wreak havoc on the castle and its unsuspecting inhabitants. It was, after all, made up of pure magic. It was of Harry's own creation and would bend to his will and his will alone. No one would ever be able to find this gem and now with the massive power-boost, no future Headmaster or Headmistress would need to come and recharge the school ward-stone. This one new addition also powered the other stones. There was also another benefit of going along with this plan. The new magic that had been added to the school, not only made the wards stronger than ever; it also saw the castle become entirely self-sustaining.

The Headmaster was pulled from his thoughts when a chime sounded throughout his office. He looked over to the enchanted scroll he had at his desk, detailing who was approaching, only to find it blank. He smiled slightly. As soon as the first knock reached his ears he called back, "You may enter."

The door swung open and revealed the form of Dargus McCreedy, another who seemed to be in the middle of everything. "Welcome Professor." The Headmaster greeted. Dargus only nodded in return, taking the seat across from the Headmaster.

"Lemon Drop?" Albus asked, as he reached out his hand for another.

Dargus sneered and looked at the man before him, "If this is about my contract with you and the next school year, I must regretfully inform you that I shall not be returning. My services are going to be needed elsewhere."

"I actually knew as much before you came here today. In fact, I have known for quite some time." Albus replied as he looked over his glasses at the man in front of him.

Dargus shifted slightly, "Oh?"

Albus nodded, "Yes, Mr. Stone, Ezekiel, and I had a bit of a row some time back and much was said. That being among one of the few things covered. And as much as I would wish your tenure to continue, I fully understand that your time is better spent elsewhere. I hate to lose you, especially as the Defense scores were the highest they've been in quite some time, but I know that it is for the best and that you will go on to do great things."

"Thank you, sir. Now, I do hate to be rude, but there are duties I am needing to perform, for both you and others, before I take my leave and I would like to see them complete as soon as possible."

"Indeed." The Headmaster replied, as he watched his defense professor stand and head towards the door. Dargus had just reached out for the knob when the Headmaster called out to him. "I do have one more question for you though, Severus."

Dargus froze. Hand clutched on the brass handle. Slowly he turned around. "I'm sorry?"

"Come now Severus, do you take me for a fool?" after a slight pause, Dumbledore continued. "Don't answer that." From where he sat, Albus was sure that he had seen a smirk tugging at the corners of the man's mouth, before said man turned back around to face the door, the ghost of a smirk gone from his features.

Dargus schooled his features and withdrew his hand from the door-knob. He then turned back around and in one swift gesture, he passed his hand in front of his face and the image of Dargus McCreedy melted away to reveal the familiar face of one, Severus Snape. Fully turned around now and facing the Headmaster he asked with a sigh, "When did you figure it out?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Actually, not as soon as you might think," And then more to himself he finished, "Which seems to be an epidemic as of late." Severus smiled slightly.

With a shake of his head, Albus continued. "I was still aware, if only slightly, of my surroundings when young Harry knocked me out, yet even then, I would find myself slipping into the black abyss more often than naught. It was during one of my more 'lucid' moments that I could have sworn I saw you, as Severus, cloak billowing, making your way towards me across the grounds. I also thought I had seen you, again, as Severus, while we were on our way to the infirmary."

"And had you?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "No. After I had recovered enough, which was to full health not moments after Harry left the wing, though Madam Pomfrey said I didn't wake until after the Dark One had been vanquished…anyway, I came to my office to utilize the pensive to see if what I had seen what correct. Through the haze of the memory, I was able to make out just enough that while you had been the one to come and get me, under the guise of Dargus, there was no point in which Severus made an appearance. Outside of the few facial tics and mannerisms I saw bleed through, of course."

"Of course"

"I was going to approach you with this question of mine, but no time seemed to be good enough to do so."

Severus just stood there, unsure of what to do or say; on the one hand there were too many things for him to do before the school closed…but on the other, he didn't even really want to deal with the man who had manipulated things in the world for too long. But then, Severus also knew that he and Ezekiel had done no better when it came to keeping an eye on things, especially the Headmaster. He sighed, knowing that the man before him was owed some sort of explanation and he also knew the man well enough that he would continue to sit in silence until he, Severus, decided to speak. With a slight sigh and smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, he sat down. However, he decided an abbreviated version of the truth. He also decided to throw the Headmaster a bone and let him know just how entrenched he was in the Knights and how even back in his school days, things weren't as cut and dry as they appeared to be.

"I was inducted into the Knights…"

"Harry's group?" Albus asked.

"Not exactly. You see, back then, there was only one group. It was only recently that another, newer group with the same name came into being. Apparently, Mr. Halliwell had some sort of epiphany and decided, along with the help of Miss. Granger, to name themselves the Knights of Salem."

"That's quite the coincidence."

Severus shook his head. "It's more than that though. As he tells it, he stumbled across the name for the old Knights and said that the name just stuck with him…that it was perfect."

"It is a good name…The Knights of Peace. I really should have known…something when they first popped up. And with how much he has changed…"

"Don't feel too bad, Headmaster, you weren't supposed to find out or learn anything. And had you not done what you did to him this past summer…you might have picked up on it sooner. As it is, because of what occurred, he played his hand even closer to his chest." The Headmaster could only nod at what he was being told; the jab at his past mistakes had also been noted.

"We have gotten away from what we were talking about though, forgive me." Again, Albus only nodded and grabbed yet another sweet from the bowl in front of him, eyes locked onto the man in front of him.

"Anyway, I had been taken into the Knights during my second year at Hogwarts, shortly after the passing of my mother. All Knights, upon their induction are given a partner that they work with until the day they die. The Knights, and the partner one is assigned, is your family. You grow up together and do life together. There is olde magick governing this process and each person is assigned their partner based on their magick, their very souls. I went through this ceremony not two days after my mother's funeral and was assigned my Knight name and my partner. Needless to say I was shocked at whom magick had chosen to be the one with whom I would work with."

"James Potter." The Headmaster interjected. Severus nodded.

"It took most of the summer and our third year for both of us to become close…for obvious reasons. You see, James had been around the Knights his whole life, though he wasn't able to join until after second year because that is the earliest one can join."

"Why so young?"

"Because it was at the age of twelve, in the old times, that children were told of the heritage they had been born in to. That and the Council of the Knights deemed the need for all to learn to have some control over their magic so as to not bring harm to any of the others."

"Council?"

"They are a group of leaders, descended of those who made up the original Knights; those who had been chosen by Gryffindor himself. Every generation or so, the power that makes up the council is passed on to the next. My mother was on the council. When she passed, the head of the council took me in."

"Ezekiel"

Severus nodded. "He was like a father to me and I owe him everything. He taught me everything I know."

"But…how is he still the head? Shouldn't he have stepped down by now?"

"Ezekiel is…different. He's been around since…well, for quite some time. His purpose is a different one."

"Will he ever step down…ceding his position to another?"

"When the time comes, he will pass his mantle onto me."

"Who will then take your place on this council?"

Severus smiled, "Neville Longbottom. Whereas Ezekiel has been training me, I have been working with Mr. Longbottom. And when the time comes, he will ascend to the position I am to acquire from Ezekiel."

"And then young Neville will be the head of the Knights only when you and Ezekiel step down. Now that is something." Albus said, thoughtfully.

"Actually, while Mr. Longbottom will one day take over the post that Mr. Stone currently occupies, he will not be the head. Not in the way you think. That honor, the one of Leader, is left for Mr. Halliwell. He will be in an even higher position that the one Neville will rise to. Mr. Longbottom will be his second."

"So Harry and Neville will be partners."

"No, Mr. Longbottom already has his partner. He has since his second year."

"Who?"

"Mr. Malfoy."

"Thos two are total opposites though..."

"Which is what seems to be the olde magicks point; it pairs you with your exact opposite."

"Which would explain you being paired with James."

"Indeed."

"I thought Sirius…"

Severus shook his head. "He was not a part of the Knights. Not directly at any rate. The Black line; certain branches, were expelled from the Knights when they began siding with the Dark Lord. Sirius may not have agreed with his family, but because of what his family did…he was also punished. A sad thing if you ask me. No, the Black line lived on through Narcissa and her family, barring Lucius of course. No Malfoy has ever graced the hallowed halls of our ancient order."

"But then young Draco…"

"Is of his mother's blood and she got to him before his father could lay any sort of evil finger on him. The same also goes for his sister."

"Narcissa had a daughter?"

"She did, but she was hidden away under a different name, to grow up without the burden of being a Knight…or being subjected to her father."

"Who…"

"That I cannot tell you as it is not my business to do so. What I can tell you is that she is safe and will soon be revealed to the world. But we have, again, gotten off track."

"So we have. Please, continue."

And so Severus did. He spoke about how long it took for him and James to fully accept the magick binding them together. And that, even in the end, even he, Severus, had had an understanding with Sirius Black. Even though Sirius wasn't an official part of the order, he had been allowed to be bound in an ancient magick that allowed James to speak on things about the Knights with him. They, Severus and Sirius, hadn't been close by any means, but each of them grew to have a respect for the other.

"The only real downside about being a part of the Knights and their secrets…was that outside of our summers and training, while at school, we had to act as though we were enemies. Despite the distance during the school years, we grew closer. No matter how close James and Sirius were, we were closer…practically brothers. Heck, we became so close that we made a pact, though childish and not magically binding, to name our children after each other…well, if they were boys at any rate. Anyway, had we not played our parts, others might grow suspicious and then the things that needed doing would not have been possible.

"The prophecy; you knew something was going to happen back then didn't you?!" Albus stated.

"I did, not the specifics mind you, but I knew enough."

"And because of all the secrecy surrounding you, the Knights, you weren't able to share this knowledge. And speaking of secrecy, how did James get around Lily."

Severus smirked, "Boy did she have a field day when she found out all that we had kept from her during our school years."

"Lily knew?!"

"James was only ever able to tell her anything once they got married. Once a Knight meets the person they are to spend their life with, there is a part of the ceremony dedicated to the binding of the Knights secrets. It was through this, well once it had been explained to her and the ceremony performed, that she was fully able to understand. And then, once you know, you are bound to the same laws that all Knights are bound too. It would be as though you had been born into the Order. The only reason that you are able to know all of this is because the olde magick is at work within you…as it is with everyone else who was present at the final battle."

"What spell?"

"It is actually something Harry came up with and worked into the one created by Gryffindor himself."

"Harry added to a spell, first cast, by one of the greatest wizards of the age?"

"He did. He has made it so that I may speak freely with you with no fear of reprisals. He worked with magick itself to be able to achieve this. It was this magick that bound those who would be honorary members of the knights, as Sirius Black had been."

"Wait, you said Harry made it so that you could speak with me…that would mean he knows about you."

"He does. Though it took him long enough to figure it out." Severus said with a smirk. "I had done my best to drop hints to him throughout the year, because I was not able to approach him directly with this."

"Why couldn't you? If he is to be the Head of everything…shouldn't he have been told outright?"

"Right," Severus scoffed, "Because when told he was to be King, he would have reacted so well. You saw him when he had been forced to compete in that blasted Triwizard Tournament…or even in his second year when you told him of his connection to Voldemort and the power transfer that had occurred. No, he needed to be eased into his destiny. You can't just force someone into something. That is why it was mister Longbottom's job to do so. Harry was made aware of everything after the Holidays."

"I see…so even though it was Mr. Longbottom who was to ease Harry into this, you were supposed to drop hints as to your identity to him…why not me?"

"It was not my job to inform you of my identity, Albus. There was a reason Ezekiel and I faked my death. The time had come for me to rejoin my family and prepare for our future. Once Harry vanished from your radar, and when you couldn't find him, we knew that things were beginning to fall into place."

"Then why the alias, and why come back to the school and earlier you mentioned you having a 'Knight' name?"

Severus nodded "Every knight, after being inducted into the order and completing their first mission are given a name, mine was Janus."

"Ah, the Roman god of gateways…"

"And beginnings. It was to mark the path I was to take to fulfill my destiny. Then there was also the reference to the 'Janus coin'."

"Yes, I remember, a face looking in opposite directions."

"To signify that I could, and should, look to my past to forge my future path. For those who do not learn from their mistakes…"

"…are doomed to repeat them."

"Indeed. And as for Harry; I needed to be here for him. To look after him and all the others who were involved with the Knights."

"Others?"

"Longbottom and Malfoy aren't the only ones whose families are a part of the Knights." Severus answered curtly, cutting off any more talk of said 'families'. "At any rate, it was also my job to prepare Harry for what Neville was going to tell him. I was also supposed, eventually, tell him of who I really was because he would need someone to come to, outside his friends."

"Just what kind of hints did you try and drop?" The Headmaster asked, amused.

"The most notable one was when I caught him and his friends out in the hall, coming back from Hogsmead and practically yelled at him to follow me to my office. I didn't tell him then… I was trying to let my actions, attitude and mannerisms speak for themselves and let those be the hints. Suffice it to say, it wasn't until after the Christmas Holidays that he figured it out. Still won't tell me how he figured it out though."

"Why won't he?" asked the Headmaster, a small smile pulling across his face at the story.

"Not sure, said something about telling me later in the future when everything calmed down."

"And even after he figured it out, he kept it to himself? Surely he would have shared this with his two closest friends."

"He wanted to; believe you me, but in the end he saw that it was the right thing to do instead of what was easy. I for one hope he somehow manages to capture Mr. Weasley's reaction when he does tell them. That is, unless I get to see it firsthand." Albus smiled as he watched the man in front of him smile.

"Surely now that the battle is over, you can return to who you really are."

"That would be nice," Severus agreed, "But until the time is appointed by Harry, Dargus must remain my identity. Though I have a feeling that it will be any day now that my true identity will come out, everything here at Hogwarts always does in the end."

"Indeed it does my boy, indeed it does."

They sat in silence for a few more moments, both lost to their own thoughts. For Albus, in some ways, it was good to know that his friend was still alive. He more than wished that this shell game hadn't been needed, but he saw why Severus had to do what he did. He had been and always would be a Knight. He had been born to them, and would continue serving them as long was needed.

The Headmaster looked up and into the eyes of the man in front of him now. "Thank you for confiding in me your secret, before it is told to the world. I will hold to it until I'm told it is no longer required to do so." He smiled, "I always knew that you would accomplish great things in your life, Severus, and it is not every day that someone gets one over on me."

Severus smiled, "I will not be going far, Albus, there is still much to do here before I go and my identity is made known. That being said, I would not mind coming back to have a spot of tea every now and then…when time allows of course."

Albus nodded as he watched his friend get up from where he had sat down to tell his tale. Though just before he was able to give the knob on the door a turn, he heard the Headmaster call out to him for a second time.

"Could you at least answer me this one last question, Severus?" Severus nodded, as he turned around.

"Are you happy, in your new, old life?"

Severus smiled, "I am. And what's more is that I think I have found the person who…well let's just say she is the one for whom I am willing to give everything for. There is however an obstacle for us to overcome, and a big one at that, but according to my friend, Coop, it will not be as hard as I think it will be."

"Who is…Coop?"

"He is currently courting one of Harry's aunts, Phoebe actually, and is the one who introduced me to her. In fact, he knows quite a bit about love…or so I'm told. I do believe that he is planning on proposing soon."

"And just what is this obstacle you mentioned?"

"I have to tell her that the man she has been dating is not really who he says he is…who I am…in name at any rate. She needs to be told this secret I hold." With that said, Severus Snape left the office of the Headmaster, shutting the door quietly behind him, leaving the Headmaster alone with a myriad of thoughts and tiny silver whirring instruments.

~~~hpgw~~~

Two days later:

The news that Severus Snape was alive and kicking lit up the Hogwarts rumor mill like a raging inferno. You couldn't go into any room within the school without hearing about him being back. Some were saying that Harry had brought the man back from the dead to exact his revenge for the "hell" he put him through during his first five years. Others were saying that he was the Dark Lord reborn…but only a few people actually thought this one held any salt. In fact, there was really only one person who thought this.

"I'm telling you mate, he's bad news…now that he's back he'll…he'll…"

"Come at me before I get to him?"

"Yes!" Ron said exasperatedly.

"So, he's the Source reborn, is he?"

"YES, wait…no, I just…"

"Yes?" asked Harry with a smile.

"Look mate, if you say we can trust him…and I know that I am not prone to do so, then I will at least do my best to…well, you know."

"I do, Ron. Or at least I think I do." Harry replied, smirking. Ron returned the smirk and soon enough both boys were smiling, though Harry's didn't quite reach his eyes. For as soon as it had come, it was gone and he was quiet once more. Seeing this, Ron changed gears.

"So what do your parents and aunts think of Hogwarts?"

But Harry never got to the chance to respond as a figure was quickly approaching their table and had already called out to him. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry, please excuse me…Halliwell."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" Harry replied, standing up from the Gryffindor table, concern evident in his eyes.

"Oh for goodness sake, you're not in trouble… you can relax."

"Sorry Professor, old habits."

His Head of House smiled, "I simply wanted to express my fondness for your mother, and while the other members of your family are just as delightful…your mother though, she is…"

"A handful?"

"Quite the curious one. In fact, at the moment, she is with Madam Pomfrey questioning her about all the different potions she uses. I believe she mentioned something about some of ours being better than ones she makes. She seemed to be very eager to learn all she could."

"Yup, that's her." Harry said with a smile. "So she's still there then?"

"She was, though I'm not sure about the other members of your family."

"Oh, they're with Hermione being given the five cent tour of the school. I think she was going to end it with them seeing the common room."

"Oh, they're doomed." Ron muttered with a shake of his head. When he saw the looks his friend and Professor were sending him, he just shrugged and said "Well they are."

"I'll be sure to tell Hermione that when we next see her." Joked Harry, "did you need anything else Professor?"

McGonagall shook her head at Ron and turned to Harry, "Actually, there was another reason I came over. Professor Sparks asked if I would pass along a message for you to join her in her office when you had the chance. I believe though that she has taken to using one of the unused offices up here and out of the dungeons so as to be more readily available."

"Will do, although, is she on this floor or…"

"I believe the Headmaster said she was on the third floor."

Harry nodded, "Thank you ma'am, I'll head there now." He had just stepped out into the entrance hall, with Ron by his side, when from out of one of the alcoves stepped his and Ron's earlier topic of conversation.

"Professor," Harry greeted. "Or shall it be by rank. Or will 'sir' suffice?"

Without missing a beat, Severus responded, "Oh I don't know…the 'Source-of-all-Evil' has a nice ring to it, don't you think so Mr. Weasley?"

Eyes wide and too shocked to respond, Ron decided it was best if he were to direct his gaze to the floor. Severus and Harry both smiled at the red-haired teen. "Professor shall suffice, however, for the time being, I simply wanted to check on you to see how you were doing. It has been some time since I lost…and I know it can be difficult. There is no greater loss than that of someone you love."

Harry sighed, "Aunt Paige…she put you up to this, didn't she?"

Severus nodded, "We have spoken much over the last two days and in that time I believe she mentioned it…more than a few times. Though please know that I am just as concerned. Remember, I'm no stranger to loss either. After all, I lost James. He was my brother and Lily, my sister. And then there is the matter of Draco's mother, Narcissa. She was family too."

"I know sir. I am sorry you lost them. But this is a bit different than you losing him, Lily and even Mrs. Malfoy." Harry paused and looked over to Ron, who had stepped away from the two of them; to give them a little more privacy, or to move away from the once Potion's Master, Harry wasn't sure, but when he turned his gaze back towards Severus, words just began to flow.

"With Ginny, I felt…whole. Now there is this emptiness…an emptiness that I know will never be filled. It's like it's almost causing me physical pain not having her close to me. It's all I can do to get through the day. I know I told her I would try to keep going, and seeing her, or whatever it was I saw during the battle with Voldemort, gave me the strength to do what needed doing, but now that I've won …I've got to face a life on this Earth without her. Heck, the Dark Lord is dead, gone forever and I can't even find the want to celebrate that fact because the one person I want to celebrate with, my partner…is not here to join in. I know it looks like I'm okay, and in the last couple of days there have been those rare times that I am alright, but those are far and few between."

"But I thought from what your mother and aunts said; you had moved past this…this hurt?"

"I thought I had too, and maybe part of me had, but seeing her…it was just too much…too soon. I know I'll live, and I have so much to live for, I just…I wish I had her to live for, the way you have Aunt Paige to live for."

Severus sighed "Where is she being kept, if I may ask?"

"She's still in the infirmary. They have a whole corner just for her. The Weasley's are waiting for things to calm down before they move her back to the Burrow or wherever they're going to take her." Harry said with a sigh. "Look sir, I understand what you're trying to do and part of me can't help but feel as though you are going through the motions with me out of some sort of obligation to my aunt, or devotion to the Knights because you honor and your oath commands it. I haven't taken the oaths yet that will see me arise to the head of…well…everything and quite frankly, I can't even think about any of that at the moment. So don't, please…just don't.

"Harry,"

"Look professor, I am glad you found my aunt, I really am. You both deserve to be happy, Phoebe and Coop included. So don't worry about me; I'll be fine…some day. But at the moment, my presence has been requested by Professor Sparks."

Severus nodded and stepped out the lad's way, turning to watch as Harry walked off. He did however, turn back around and block the way of Ron, catching the red-head by surprise. "Watch after him Mr. Weasley. He needs his friends and family by him, now more than ever."

Ron didn't know what made him do it, but he looked up at his once-upon-a-time potions Professor, dead in the eye, giving the man a small nod. "As always sir, Hermione and I have his back." With that said, he sped quickly off after his friend, leaving Severus alone to his thoughts.

~~~hpgw~~~

"Mr. Weasley, I appreciate your dedication to Mr. Halliwell, but I wished to speak to him alone. You may wait in the hallway."

Ron looked to his friend, who nodded, "It'll be okay Ron. We shouldn't be long."

Reluctantly, Ron back up against the wall across the office, arms crossed, looking the Potions Professor in the eye. "Be careful Mr. Weasley, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to set me a blaze." Professor Sparks said as she went to shut the door, trying to alleviate the red-heads worry by smiling. He remained resolute however. As the door shut with a click the professor turned to Harry, "Well, he's a barrel of laughs."

A ghost of a smile played at Harry's lips, "Ron...he's…well, can be, very protective. After all that's happened in our six years here…it's understandable."

"I see."

"Anyway, what did you need form me professor?"

Professor Sparks sighed, "Look, I won't beat around the Harry, and as much as I wish there was another way, sometimes one must simply rip off the band-aid, no anesthesia."

"I'm sorry?" said a confused Harry.

"You put on a brave face for the world, Harry, but I see the hurt that lies just beneath the surface. You are hurting for the one you lost. You long for your love, Harry."

"I'm sorry, I don't…"

"You know of what exactly I speak, Harry. I heard what you said to Professor McCreedy…sorry, Snape."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Professor.' Harry said coolly.

"As I said, Harry, there is no good way to do this. No good way to speak about this. I know you came to a place of peace after you healed the Headmaster in the Hospital wing, I saw it in your eyes. Now I'm just curious as to why the sudden change?"

"Wait, you were there. You were spying on me?"

"Harry,"

"No, what gives you the right? Who do you think you are?"

"Harry, I am here to help you."

Harry was about to respond to her, but stopped short when he caught something in the eyes of the woman in front of him. "What do you mean?"

"I am here for you Harry. I am here to help."

"Wait," Harry scoffed, "You're a Whitelighter. They sent you here to help me? Are they crazy or just plain stupid? They decide to pull this, after what they tried to pull this past summer?! You have got to be kidding!"

"Harry, it's not that simple."

"Really, then tell me, how is it not that simple?" Harry was practically yelling at this point. He honestly half expected Ron to come crashing through the door, at having heard him yelling. When he didn't, he figured that the Professor, the Whitelighter, cast a spell to prevent any sound escaping. "You people up there have no sense of what goes on down here and think you can fix anything. News Flash, you lot are not perfect!"

"Harry," Professor Sparks said, trying to get him to hear her, eyes closed, all the while rubbing at her temples.

"What, do you want me to calm down? Too bad, you've pissed me off. Dammit…I've had it with you people…"

"Harry!"

"What!" Harry yelled.

"I'm not your Whitelighter!"

"Really, is that so, if you think…wait, what?" Harry said, completely dumbfounded.

"I said that I'm not your Whitelighter. I never was. Why would I be, when you have your Father?"

"Then why?"

"Because you didn't let me explain; you just went off the deep end."

"But that's…"

"You didn't like something that you had heard. But as I said before, you needed to hear it. Harry, you just defeated the Source of all evil. He's gone, for good and you did it by accepting your destiny and who you are meant to be. You should be celebrating with everyone else."

"There's no point."

"Why, because Ginny isn't here to celebrate that victory with you?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And why's that? I mean, you looked so happy as soon as the battle was finally over."

"Well of course I was glad, at first."

"But then why?"

"Because I was reeling from everyone else's emotions alright…is that what you want to hear? I felt their joy, their pure excitement that it was finally over. I had let my guard down and was hit with a flood of…everything. It took time to shut them all out again and figure out what exactly my feelings were." Harry said, huffing exasperatedly.

"You're an Empath" Sparks stated, eyes wide.

Harry sighed in exasperation. "Yes…and no. I've got the ability, but it's been out of whack since…ever since Ginny died."

At the mention of Ginny, both went silent. Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there, opposite his professor in silence. However, it was during this silence that his brain latched on to something that he hadn't thought to ask. Breaking the silence, he asked the question that was taking over his every thought. "You said you weren't my Whitelighter. So if not mine, then who's?"

Professor Sparks looked up from her desk, not having expected him to break the silence so soon. Quickly composing herself, she answered "I was Ginny's."

~~~hpgw~~~

"Excuse me!" Piper exclaimed, yelling at the woman in front of her.

Professor Sparks flinched. At revealing herself to being Ginny's Whitelighter to Harry, he had stopped her from going on, saying that he wasn't the only one who needed to hear this and had promptly gone out to the hall and sent Ron to collect not only his family, but also everyone in Harry's, along with Hermione and have them meet him and their Professor in the Hospital wing, in the corner that held Ginny's body.

"Were we ever going to be told?" Phoebe asked, taking up place next to her sister.

"As I am not your, nor am I Harry's, Whitelighter, it was not high on my list of things to do. Eventually, he would have learned, but only once the time was right."

"Would we have ever learned of this, you being her Whitelighter?" The quiet voice of Molly Weasley asked.

Professor Sparks' eyes softened and she nodded, "Though only when the time was right."

"As her Whitelighter, you should have protected her."

"I did, Harry,"

"Really, then why is she dead? I'll tell you, because you didn't do your job. How you still have your wings…"

"Harry." Leo said warningly.

"Why don't you tell us why you're here?" Paige asked.

"Because I'm Ginny's…"

"Whitelighter, yeah, you said that, but I don't see what…"

"Hey, Harry, that's enough." Leo chastised, raising his voice, shaking his head at his son.

"What?" Harry called back indignantly.

"Watch it buddy." This time it was Piper who spoke.

"Or what, you'll ground me?"

"Yeah, we just might."

"Piper…" Then to Harry, Leo said, "If we want to get to the bottom of this, we need to hear her out."

Harry huffed, and moved to sit in the chair next to Ginny's bed, looking at the magic around her form. The blue shield he had cast was still surrounding her body, still pulsing with power. Then, after a heavy sigh, he looked at the woman standing before them all. "I apologize, Professor. I was out of line." He said, before turning his attention back to the person he loved.

Professor Sparks inclined her head slightly, "It is understandable, Harry. And I wish that this had occurred under better circumstances, but it was not meant to be."

Harry's head shot up, and it was not only his gaze which was a piercing one. Everyone else had their eyes fixed upon the woman in front of them. "What do you mean…not meant to be?" He asked.

"Just as it sounds; telling you before now…would not have been possible." Sparks said.

"Why?" Phoebe asked.

"As hard as this is going to be to hear, it was Ginny's destiny to die that day."

There was much yelling at this, with the only two people who were not yelling being Harry and the Whitelighter. "What do you mean it was my daughter's destiny to die? She shouldn't have even been on the field that day…or at least after Harry sent her back to the castle." Mrs. Weasley's yelled, her voice rising above all others.

Professor Sparks sighed, "It was foretold, many years ago, long before many of you were alive, just what would be required of Miss. Weasley."

"When you say, foretold…" Hermione asked.

"I mean that certain parties were made aware of some ancient writings and there was a plan put into place that would see to the training of the child so that she would be ready when the time came."

"And what was your part in all of this?" Piper spoke now, eyes alight with curiosity.

"I was the plan. I was sent back in time by the Elders to watch over her as she grew up and slowly reveal her destiny to her in the passing years."

"When did you arrive in the past? What time?"

"There was an event that had seen my future charge hurt and it was determined that the best time for me to be sent to her was after this event. While we could have gone back a little further, it would have done more harm than good. So it was late in the night that I appeared at the Burrow and cast the spell that would effectively cloak me from everyone but her."

"So you've been watching over Ginny since her second year?" Ron asked.

"Actually, it was after her second, the summer before her third. Over the years I slowly gave her more of the information she would need. I did however; always reiterate to her that she was meant for something amazing and that it was her destiny to bring about great change to the world. I must admit, it was not easy to get her to trust me. It took some time." And with a quick gesture, Professor Sparks passed her hand in front of her face, changing it momentarily before changing it back. Molly gasped.

"It's you!"

"I don't understand…who did she just glamour herself to look like?" Phoebe asked.

"After I was sent to the past, after her second year, it was determined that she would need help. Help to come to terms with what happened. So I created the persona of a healer…specifically a mind healer to help her."

"You visited her for months…and then you left, out of the blue…saying she was fine and back to normal."

Sparks nodded, "And she was. Over the course of her treatment, she grew into…or rather back into the person she was meant to be after her second year. It was over the course of her treatment that, as I have said before, I was able to get her to understand just who and what I was…who she was, so that I could help her…truly help her. In the end…she believed. She was able to bring about the change."

"But she didn't…bring great change." Ron said, "That was Harry, he was the one who vanquished Voldemort."

Professor Sparks nodded, "I'll give you that, but what brought Harry to that point? Or more importantly, who? Who was it that lit the fire within him to do what needed to be done? Who was it that drove Harry to take up and accept his destiny? It was Ginny."

"Did she know she was going to die?" This question came from Harry, who remained looking upon the prone form of Ginny. He didn't see his professor nod her head. He didn't need to. He knew that some part of him had already known the answer.

"She did. She was finally told everything a couple of months back; when you left that day to help young Mr. Malfoy with his problem."

Harry's head snapped up, "She was writing in a journal when I came back to the common room."

Again, Sparks nodded. "I have been with Ginny just about every day since I came to the past, preparing her…preparing her for what would eventually be asked of her." Then turning to the Weasley's gathered, "She accepted her destiny, never questioning it. She died with honor, doing her family and heritage proud."

This only seemed to give the Weasley's the briefest of comfort. It was clear, from the looks on their faces, that they wanted nothing more than to have their little girl back. Finally Arthur spoke up, "One tends to wonder, when growing up, just how they will handle themselves when their time comes…and it does my heart proud to know that she accepted what was being asked of her and faced it with all that she had."

The room went quiet, but only for a moment; for someone had broken the silence not moments after it had fallen. "There are still things you need to know." Professor Sparks said, gaining, once again, all attention to her, save for one person.

"Before I was sent back, I was told that I would have to follow Ginny everywhere, and that once the time came, I was to follow her to Hogwarts, and take up a teaching position, because the time would be close, that things would be falling into place and that I would need to be in a position where I could watch over things more closely. Thusly, I had to create an alias for myself."

"Your real name isn't Tabitha Sparks?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Indeed it is not. Before I came to Hogwarts, Ginny knew me as Treva."

"Treva?" Piper said. "What kind of name is that?"

"Piper…" Leo admonished.

"No, really, we've met a lot of Whitelighters over the years and never has one had a name so…unusual before."

Treva laughed, "Indeed, and while it isn't my given name, it is the one I was given when I became a Whitelighter." She paused only momentarily to gather her thoughts and once she had, she continued, "Treva is Celtic and has many meanings. Among the few…there is Knowledge and Forethought; though one more close to home is…patience, otherwise known as…" and with a sweep of her hand in front of her face, the image of Professor Sparks, Treva, melted away, leaving a female of medium height, with shoulder length dark-brown, almost black, hair "…Prudence"

Everyone was rooted to the spot as they watched, mouth agape, as the image of the person in front of them changed. Piper and Phoebe were affected the most out of all those present. "Prue?" Piper asked, looking at her older sister in awe. She didn't look all that different, just older.

Prue nodded and before she could do anything else, she was engulfed by two pairs of arms, wrapping around her. She responded in kind. Piper, not knowing what else to do, began to cry. She was joined in tears by Phoebe, while Prue remained firm-footed, arms around her sisters.

Several minutes passed while the sisters remained like this. In the background, Leo and Paige were doing their best to explain to the others just what exactly was going on. Before she knew it, Paige too had been pulled towards her sisters, by Phoebe, so as to be formally introduced to her older sister. Then it was Pipers turn to grab another person for Prue to officially meet, Harry.

Harry shuffled over to his Aunt, and had been a little sheepish at meeting her…seeing as not too long ago, he had all but been yelling at her and cursing her. He was quickly forgiven, though there still remained a distance between the two, something which Prue couldn't help but feel responsible for.

After the tearful reunion and all the rounds of introductions had been made, everyone took up their positions again. "Why didn't you come to us and tell us who you were?" Piper asked, wiping her eyes, all the while leaning into her husband.

Prue sighed, "I wish I could have. As it is, I couldn't even tell Leo when I had called him…'up there'."

Piper rounded on her husband. "You knew she had been made into a Whitelighter and didn't think to tell us?"

Leo put up both of his hands, "I wasn't allowed to, just as you hadn't been allowed to see her. Besides, I only found out when she called for me."

"In his defense, he did only find out shortly before I left for my mission."

"Why wait so long to tell him?" Phoebe asked.

"I took me some time to come to terms with what happened. As it is…or rather was, I was having some trouble adjusting with everything. It was about a year after I died, that I fully came to realize that it had been my destiny to die and become a Whitelighter so that I could continue on, to do what I was meant to."

"Become a Whitelighter and prepare Ginny for her destiny."

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?" Piper asked, moving to stand by her sister's side, enjoying the comfort she gained from having her older sister back.

"It was my destiny to die, but while I was up there, I was reminded that there is a reason for everything and that with death…"

"…there is also life." Everyone looked over to Harry, for it had been he who had finished Prue's thought. When he saw their gazes, he replied to the query in their eyes. "Ginny said that to me when I saw her during the battle."

"And Ezekiel said that to us just before your dad went to find you." Hermione remembered.

"And they would both be right." This time, all eyes swiveled back to Prue. "I stand by what I said and that it was Ginny's destiny to die…"

"But…" Mrs. Weasley put forth.

"But it is also her destiny to live." There was an outcry at this. Prue held up a hand, quieting those around her. "Ginny had a part to play and yet, she still has one to play." She leveled her gaze upon that of her nephew, who was looking right at her.

"Harry, when you saw Ginny, she was telling you to not worry, that everything was going to be alright. She couldn't come right out and say what she wanted to because she wasn't allowed. For you to do what needed to be done, you had to lose the thing you loved the most…Ginny. But you know just as well as I, which is that everything happens for a reason. I am that reason Harry. I was meant to die so that I could come back and do this for you."

"Do what?" Harry asked, eyes brimming with tears, voice quivering.

"Bring Ginny back." And before anyone could say anything in response, Prue moved to the other side of Ginny's bed, just opposite Harry. Raising her arms over the still shielded Ginny, her palms face down and touching the shield, she began to chant. At first, no one understood what was being said, until a voice within their minds began to translate for them.

Life for Life,

Blood for blood,

Flesh for Flesh,

Magic for Magic,

Soul for Soul,

These things I offer, I…Prudence Halliwell. My life, for that of my charge's…Ginevra Molly Weasley.

This I give, freely and without remorse.

So mote it be!

As soon as the last syllable of the spell was said, the shimmering blue shield around Ginny exploded out in all directions in a cascade of colors. No one was harmed by the explosion, if anything; they were struck in awe of just how beautiful the scene was before them.

There, raised slightly off the ground next to Ginny's bed was Prue. It seemed that both Ginny and she were the point of convergence, as all the magic that had come pouring out from the shield and Prue herself began to swirl around them.

Bright gold's, vibrant greens; muted yellows, midnight blues...all of these colors and many more wound through each other as though they were dancing. Soon though, all the colors began to swarm around only Ginny. They circled around her a few times, like a mini-tornado and then, without any sort of warning, the multitude of lights assaulted the young girl's body, flowing into it.

Though as the light filled Ginny, bringing color back to her cheeks, Prue lost any color she may have had before. She had decided to give her very being to reviving Ginny and there was a price for this, though one she was more than willing to pay. This was something that had never been done before and while she knew what the ultimate cost would be; she didn't know just how this, the ritual, would turn out. When she felt several sets of eyes upon her, she did her best to give a smile.

"This is how it is meant to be. I have fulfilled my oaths and I shall be reborn."

"But Prue..."

"It's okay Piper. You will be okay. Do what you do best, which is looking out for your family…my family. I love you all so much and wish that we could have had more time together..."

She was stopped mid-sentence when the magic around her pulsed, causing her breath to hitch and in a voice that was not her own, but that of magic itself she said, "And as one life ends, a new one shall begin." And then with a turn of her head and in a voice that was her own she said, "Do not fret, my sisters, for we shall see each other again."

And as the last of swirling magic pulsed for a final time, passing into Ginny, and the form of Prue Halliwell faded from sight, a whisper could be heard on the wind.

"Blessed be!"

As the last of the wind, brought upon by the swirling of raw magic, died down, all eyes fell upon the still glowing form of Ginny. No one moved or said anything, for fear that anything said or any movement made, would nullify the magic which had just been done.

No one knew how long they stayed like this, unmoving, but stay they did. They watched with bated breath as the glowing around Ginny began to subside. Slowly, but surely, the glow did eventually fade, but there was no change to the still, unmoving, form. A chocked sob echoed throughout the wing. Soon it was joined by another. And before too long, two women found comfort in their husbands embrace, both for very different reasons. For one of the women, she was crying for the hope that had been lost at the chance to have her daughter back. For the other, it was at losing her sister for a second time. With their sobs moving across the stone walls of the wing, no one noticed the silent tears falling down the face of the boy who was by the side of the person he loved the most.

He hadn't wanted to; in fact he had fought it tooth and nail all the way, but in truth, deep down, he really had put hope that this would in fact work and that he would have her back. 'I let myself care…' he thought to himself, tears still falling. 'I let her get my hopes up…' the tears stopped now, brow furrowed. 'I shouldn't have trusted…' fists clenched, 'I let myself get played!' Eyes alight with fire, he stood up and before anyone could say anything in response to his sudden movement, he was gone from the Hospital wing in a crackling swirl of pure magic. In the distance a clap of thunder was heard, followed swiftly by a strike of lightning. No one said anything or made any noise at Harry's sudden departure, too shocked to have done, save for a mother, whose body was being racked even harder now by heaving sobs.

Therefore, everyone nearly jumped out of their skins, screaming, when the previously prone form of Ginny Weasley sprang forward at the waist, eyes alight with life, yelling out breathlessly…

"HARRY!"

~~~hpgw~~~

Harry stood, arms outstretched, howling, atop the tallest tower of the school; wind swirling around him, dark clouds forming above him, not a speck of light visible in the sky above. He had chosen this spot for this very reason. It was high and he was hurting. He needed to vent and he didn't want to do it anywhere near someone that might get caught up in the maelstrom he was creating. Soon, rain began to fall, pummeling him…and swirling within the wind around him. He was lost. Lost to his emotions and at the moment, he didn't want to come back. He was perfectly content and willing to lose himself in the howling of the wind that raged around him. So it caught him completely off guard when a small voice called out through the howling storm.

"Harry…"

His eyes opened, head lowered from where it had been looking. The storm around him paused only for a second before it began to pick right back up.

The voice called out again, this time closer to him. "Harry…"

Arms lowering, he began to look around, the tempest still raging around him.

"Over here, Harry…"

Arms by his side now, he turned; first his head, his body not far behind. What he saw, standing in the doors archway, rooted him to the spot, eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar. Around him the storm stopped suddenly, a lone ray of light peaked through the dark clouds, landing on the person who remained, unmoving.

Ginny remained still; her dress shimmering in the faint light. It was the one she had worn when she had appeared to him during the battle. It rippled slightly in the dying wind. Slowly she began to make her way towards Harry, the light growing brighter as she did so. Though as she moved, Harry moved too, but in the opposite direction.

He'd had enough with his sight playing tricks on him and he wasn't about to let it start happening again. First he had seen her before the battle, several times…then he encountered her again during, and he had hoped…after…No, he wouldn't let himself be fooled again. Thus he took another step back. However, when the approaching form of Ginny did not relent, he moved back even further. His lower half quickly met with the wall that prevented one from going over. This startled him, causing his breath to hitch, eyes to start watering. When she kept moving closer, he extended his right arm; tears flowing freely now, pleading…"Please…stop."

Though stop she didn't. Ginny kept on. The light grew even brighter than before with every step she took. Soon she was inches away. Harry was sobbing now. And though his arm was still raised, it shook in time with the sobs that wracked his body.

Sighing in sadness, her eyes forming tears of their own, Ginny stepped forward, closing the gap between her and Harry. As soon as her hand took his, he fell into her embrace, crying, though his arms snaked around her body until he was holding her tightly. Ginny too wrapped her arms around him and began to rub his back in a circular motion.

"Shh...it's okay, I'm here now. You're going to be alright. I'm never going anywhere again." Ginny felt his grip on her tighten. She pulled him closer and continued to rub his back.

"Do you promise?" She heard him ask softly, almost having to strain to hear him.

She nodded into his shoulder. "I promise, Harry." At her pronouncement, she felt him pull away from her.

"I'll hold you to it, Weasley." He said, eyes holding the remnants of tears, a small smile making its way across his face.

Ginny smiled. "You better." She then moved as he moved, with him helping her into a standing position.

"How…why…"

"Did it take so long?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded.

Ginny smiled again, "It wasn't an exact magic, Harry. What we did had never been done before. All we knew was that it would work. And even then there was still the chance that it wouldn't."

"Then why?"

"Because it was foretold; didn't you listen to your aunt?"

"You knew who she was?" Though instead of responding, Ginny just cocked her head to the side and looked at him square in the eye as though saying, 'really?' Harry smiled, "Right."

Ginny nodded and pulled him into a hug. He didn't fight it. He relished it. She was back. He was holding her in his arms once more; the last time having been during the battle with the Source. He had fought for her and her alone. And now he had her back and he wasn't about to let go. "I love you." He whispered into her ear.

Her grip on him tightened, "I know, I've always known." She responded, echoing what she had told him during the battle. "And I love you, Harry Halliwell."

He pulled back from her, smiling widely, when he felt a warmth fall upon his back and turned to find where it was coming from. He smiled. Gone were the dark clouds. Now, for as far as the eye could see, was a bright light, reflecting off the castle and its sprawling grounds. Turning, he led her to the edge of the tower, light shining down upon them, Ginny's dress glinting in the suns rays. He turned to look at her, bent forward slightly and kissed her.

"What was that for?" Ginny asked. Harry smiled widely.

"I'm glad to be here, with you, Ginny Weasley, at the end." Ginny pulled Harry into a hug. When she finally released him, she shook her head, kissed him softly, pulled back and smiled.

"The end…Harry, this is only the Beginning."

A/N: Well there you have it folks, the last, official chapter….though the Epilogue will be soon to follow. Before I go on though, I must give credit to 'Saerry Snape' for the allowed use of the spell at the end. I did change names, as Saerry's story was a different one with different names…but still, the core of it, remained. The idea to bring Ginny back, but first kill her, came from the spell, this spell, that Saerry used in their story.! A big thank you!

Now…

I do hope you liked this chapter…it was terrible fun to write and with all those loose ends to tie up…Snape being alive…Prue being Ginny's Whitelighter…Ginny being brought back…and what had been done to the Source….like I said, a lot. (all of which had been planned since at least chapter 10) I will say though, that if you did not pick up on the fact that Prue was Treva/Tabitha Sparks or that Snape was Dargus McCreedy…do not feel bad….I did my best to be as cryptic as possible.

I also feel I should note, that even though the epilogue will be coming to you soon, I shall be posting a "Deleted" scenes story in which several things that did not make it into this story, will be posted. For example…the conversation between Harry and Ezekiel, a scene in which we see Treva/Prue tell Ginny of her destiny and just who she is….and maybe a few other things of that ilk.

Thank you all again for sticking around this story, though do not leave just yet, for as I have said, multiple times, there is still the epilogue. And though not quite as epic, it gives some closure…in a 'final' way.

See you all soon!

Mudbloodpotter.