Once again forgets about this then considers deleting the story for the umpteenth time rather than finishing it

Hello and welcome back to Crash Landing on You if you still remember it existing!

Let's see if I can manage to wrap this up in this chapter...

Also mini-rant about the keyboard only in this application, it's so slow to respond for my speed of typing that no wonder I have so many typing errors (sorry about those, I'll probably fix them later on)


"Uh, we better wait for Ella to wake up for this, don't you think?" Blaise said, trying to put this conversation off for a while. Maybe if Ella led the conversation and he followed, they would manage to avoid his mother's wrath.

"No, Blaise. You will be handling this entirely on your own." Ah well, there goes nothing. His mother was in a bad mood- for good reason, to be fair.

"It was an accident in Potions back at Hogwarts- not her fault though. She pushed back Longbottom, but it ended up with her getting affected. It's supposed to be permanent. There's someone out there who messed up everything since Ella was an infant. We don't know about this anything yet, we haven't researched deep enough." Blaise ranted it all in one breath, his frustration and desperation clearly tainting the tone of his voice.

"Never have I been so disappointed in you as I am today, Blaise," the boy's head snapped to look at his mother, disbelief etched on his features. "I will help you and whoever this girl really is get out of this mess, then she leaves. I never want you to contact her again." The woman pushed a newspaper into his hads, gathered her dress, turned on her heel, and started walking away. However, she paused for a moment to give her last sentence. "Make sure to relay my message."


Ella woke up with a start, eyes shot open and suddenly sitting up, breath laboured and fast. As she was gaining back what had happened just earlier, Blaise walked into the room, downcast and gloomy.

"What exactly happened?" she immediately damanded answers, but Blaise remained silent till he say at the edge of the bed.

"A lot." He looked serious. Something bad happened. He gave her a paper. A newspaper. In bold headlines, it said:

BOY WHO LIVED SAFE IN BRITIAN BUT IS A GIRL.

The article spoke of the accident, but how the school covered it up by claiming to have sent the affected boy to Japan for their better treatment. However, an anonymous student had uncovered the truth through research and interrogation, giving the Daily Prophet this information. Of course, the damned editors added their own spice of controversial opinions about Harry-Now-Ella, with accusing questions. Basically, the entire incident had been spun around, as usual, because it was about their Savior, and the company would garner such huge profits from doing that. And now, Ella was being discredited again.

Blaise hugged her before she could say anything, "I have a crazy idea." he whispered.

Ella pulled back, a questioning look on her face. "Idea for what?"

"My mum told me you should leave. But if I do, not only will you suffer again, especially with everyone now getting to know who you really are since apparently you aren't a Potter, people will believe you were tricking me because I 'left' you." Ella's brows knitted, not catching up to where that was going. "My mum will get rid of me if I stay with you. Let's run away. Seek help elsewhere. I've been doing my research. And ironically, Japan does seem to be the most welcoming."

"Woah woah woah, stop for a second here Blaise. Do you even hear yourself?"

"Yes."

"Blaise. You want to immigrate more than halfway across the globe... how exactly? And you know we are still underage teenagers with no job or anything. What about paperwork? Where will we live?" She asked.

"I thought it all out, I promise. I've contacted a few people. With our grades here, we can get a full-ride scholarship in one of their magic schools. They have these options we don't here! There are work-study programs. There won't be discrimination against you belonging to the dark or the light because they don't have sides! In fact, they won't know who you even are.

Since my mum didn't want me if I'm with you, the last thing I can ask of her as a goodbye-favor is to help us with the necessary paperwork that she will have to sign as my guardian because I'm underage. We can ask her to adopt you so that she can sign for you too. And the moment Britian asks the Japanese to return us, we can tell them we will be in danger, explain our situation, and they will take our side. Ella, the possibilities are endless!" He finally stopped talking, breathing loudly to arrive for the rush of sentences.

Ella's eyes watered, and soon the tears were streaming down her face. "Why did you do all of this. You don't have to." And she meant it. Blaise had a home, a mother, a stable life. All he had to do was marry some rich pureblood girl and that was it. But he'd done so much behind her back that she couldn't understand why.

"I want to, Ella. I love you. I really love you. I want to see you safe and sound. You've suffered so bloody much because of other people. I still can't understand how they expect you, a teenager, to defeat a manic, madman. You are powerful, but it's impossible that they couldn't take him on. If anything, considering that you are a horcrux, the only way they can deal with You-Know-Who is to kill you. Let me save you..." Ella was sobbing, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck. She didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky, but she was going to hold on to this boy forever.

"Thank you," She sniffed. "for staying with me, and for giving up everything for me. I'm sorry."

"It's not you who should be sorry." Blaise replied, trapping the rest in, knowing that his hatred for every singe person responsible for this mess might as well just explode. "Well... will you come?" He felt her head nod against his neck. The tan boy smiled. Soon, he would have her for himself without anything to bother them...

"By the way, we can't speak Japanese." Ella said, chuckling slightly, the sound making Blaise relax.

"Translation charms while we learn until we can talk the language." He said, and she made a dumbfounded face. She hadn't thought about that.

"I love you, too." She leaned in for the first time since their fake relationship to initiate a kiss, wounding her fingers in Blaise's hair, pulling his face closer. Ella pulled away after a few seconds, a smile of exhaustion and surrender taking over...


"Potter Ella" Ella started.

"Zabini Blaise" And Blaise continued

Together, they said, "Nice to meet you." With gentle smiles. (A/N: In Japan, people write/say their family name before their name.)

"Please welcome our new transfer students to Mahoutokoro!" The chairwoman said in a firm, but welcoming tone.

That was it. They were admitted to Mahoutokoro School of Magic rather easily, and they got a near-full ride scholarship. The rest, however, they had to cover themselves. Ella offered to use her trust fund, which apparently had money input in it every month. She wasn't aware of alot about her vaults, and Blaise's mother had been gracious enough to help her with a few things. Under Dumbledore's nose, she aided Ella in transfering all her moveable assets to Japan, keeping them safe and within reach.

Though Persephone had tried her best to convince her son to stay, leave Ella behind for a better future, he didn't budge. For him, a mother who couldn't accept his choice because of a matter of light and dark, and decisions Ella didn't have anything to do with but was suffering from, then she wasn't the mother he needed. Though grateful he was for all the effort she'd put in raising him, he'd realized that he couldn't continue staying with her.

In fact, the more Ella and Blaise learnt about Japan's laws towards the magicals, the more the were appalled at how rotten Magical Britian was. Japan gave all magicak creatures their rights, but they also had expectations and rules to follow. Their system was fair, with punishments to various offenses and crimes fitting for the situation. A fine, a loss of an asset, a prison statement. A normal prison, not an Azkaban-style prison where you leave looking like the life had been sucked out of you.

Light and dark magic were just makes there, and students learnt light magic the same as the dark. Though apparently a good number of magical countries did that too, it really was just britian acting like a traumatized ten year old with PTSD.

Sure, it wasn't perfect there, especially since they were foreigners, but Ella didn't have to keep up her glamours here. Everyone knew Harry Potter with brown hair and green eyes and round glasses, but nobody knew Ella Potter with black hair and heterochromia. Wasn't that just peachy?

However, Ella's scar had acted up again a few months after moving to the foreign land. Mahoutokoro apparently had a solution to pull the horcrux out of her without killing her. And surprise surprise -it was dark magic that helped her. A painful spell that extracted the horcrux and transferred it to an inanimate object followed by destroying said object immediately. Ella really thought that Britian could use some more open-ness to magic and focus on things better than blood purity issues and magical core types. Pathetic, really.

Ella chuckled at that as she cuddled Blaise on the couch of their rented apartment. Who knew magical people rented apartments here?!


EPILOGUE

She walked down the aisle on her own. With no alive parent and no contact with anyone she knew in Britian, Ella had no one to walk her to her now-husband.

It was a simple wedding, done on one of Japan's shores at sunset. The sun set behind the sea, making Ella a silhouette of a bride with a halo of orange and pink hues surrounding her. Her white gown had silky, flowy material, sweeping the carpeted line of sand in an elegant tail.

The audience were their schoolmates, some of their teachers, and their Headmistress along with a few neighbors. It was a considerably small gathering, but the celebration was just perfect and memorable.

Blaise had somehow managed to get to do the Valedictorian speech, and he'd ended it by publicly proposing to Ella in front of all the staff, graduates and their guests. The ring had an emerald in its center, carved as a heart, with tiny rubies outlining it.

They were finally ready to build the life they'd imagined having... and never in their widest dreams did they think that it would all start back in the Room of Requirements...

Ella's lips tugged into a content smile, leaning her head onto her husband's chest, he'd grown much taller in the past few years...


That's it.

I know I rushed it, but I really just wanted to give this an ending. Thank you to everyone who'd ever read this and continued to read it, I appreciate it. Soon, I will start on fixing typos and anything that requires a change.