This is the final chapter of Darkest Light. I've been obsessing and agonizing over how to finish it, for the last few months. At times, I had major writer's block for this chapter. I wrote things that were too grandiose for the story I told, I came up with things that did not do it justice. I've come to respect the characters that I developed and wanted to do them justice, and wanted to formulate an ending that was not too cliche. I think that I achieved that with this last chapter. When completed it was the only one, of many drafts, that I completely liked.

I hope I was able to balance cliche and a completely dreadful sad ending.

I want to thank anyone who has reviewed, anyone who has read, or even glanced at this story. Being my first fanfiction it is very important to me. That being said, again, tahnk you for reading. I hope that those of you who have read it from start to finish like the ending. And, those of you who have recently found it, I hope you enjoy this as well.

And, finally, the last chapter of Darkest Light.

As I lay in the corner shivering and curled in the fetal position, an image appeared in my head. It was Hermione.

"Stop playing tricks on me. You got what you want now leave me the hell alone." I wheezed out pathetically.

"Pansy," her voice called to me.

"I said no," I sat up and tried to blink my eyes into focus. "I don't need your tricks. I am going to die. I accept that. Now, just leave me alone. You have taken me away from everything that meant anything to me. You took my last shred of dignity. So please, give me some peace before you hang me on that cross." when my vision finally came into focus, I realized no one was there. Again, Hermione's voice hit my ears. "'Mi?"

"Pans, are you okay?"

"Um," I cleared my throat and tried to swallow the pain I was feeling. "Yeah, I'm fine just a little bruised, some cuts. I am tired. Are you? Where are you?"

"We are coming to get you. I located you last night. I sensed pain coming from you, it was intense, and was able to locate you. Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yeah, I'm positive. Do not come after me. Please, Hermione. It is not worth it. I am not worth it. They are going to kill me, and with my death, I lose my magic. I don't know what that will do to you. They don't think I know that. I do though. They will take yours if you try to use it on me. I'm just a trap, don't come after me." I pleaded with her and didn't get a response. Her image was gone and I turned and slammed my hand against the wall in anger.

There was a loud clap, it sounded like thunder. I was confused until I heard the voice.

"You know, you always seem to get yourself into trouble. I thought I taught you better than that?"

"What the hell are you wearing? I know you have better fashion taste than that."

I looked up and horror registered across my features. Tears started to drop to the stone floor. I was happy and terrified all at the same time. My family stood in front of me. The trap was successful.

Two hours before.

Click. Click. Click.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Cling. Cling. Cling.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Click. Click. Click.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Boom.

Crack.

"Fuck me!" the voice shouted out.

"Well, generally, in your case," a dark eyebrow raised slightly, as amber eyes examined the body in front of her, "you need your hands for that. And since you just shattered yours," dark eyes glanced at the bloody hand of the young witch, "and slightly fractured your arm, I would hazard a guess and say that you won't be getting any for awhile." the smooth voice commented.

"How-?"

"It's my gift, I can see into things."

"What does that mean? You can see through walls?"

"So to speak, but I can only see through to a certain extent. For example, I can't see what's under your clothes, but I can see your bones if I concentrate. Similarly, can't see through you to see that chair that's behind you in my vision. I can see what secrets are hidden within the walls, hidden chambers, and a corpse perhaps." Derrick shrugged as she explained her power. Harlow still looked confused so Derrick explained further, "Generally, it's through someone's body. To make sure their heart is beating or not beating, to see if there is darkness surrounding their heart, or anything in their body."

"Well, I guess Pansy was right about you." Lavender sighed, continuing to write, what looked to be novel on her lap.

"What are you doing, Lavender?" Ginny asked, rolling her eyes at Harlow, who kept wincing in pain. "That's what you get for punching the wall, dumbass."

"Advanced Potions essay, it's due tomorrow and I thought I would get it done before the battle." Lavender smiled.

"You're kidding, right?" Ginny scoffed in disbelief.

"I'm quite serious, Gin. If I don't do this essay, I will not finish in the top ten percentile of my class." Lavender continued to write about Grimlock and its herbal advantages and disadvantages.

"That's if you make through the battle," the redhead said as if it were the most important thing ever said.

"Yes, well, either way. Hermione and I have decided that we want to go one, two in the class standings with Pansy in third. It only makes sense, right?" Lavender pulled another thick book towards her reading through the passage quickly. Briefly, she looked up from her parchment and eyed the Chaser. "Besides, are you not the one who said we're going to succeed?"

"Yes, we are. But, really, homework?"

"What's today?" Blaise randomly asked next to them.

"Does it matter?" Draco asked.

Draco and Blaise began to argue amongst themselves, as Aiden and Harry watched them, laughing.

"Well, it is quite interesting and we're actually going to use it in the attack tonight." Lavender mumbled finishing the last few sentences. "Ah, done. Finally. Snape is going to love this." she grinned.

Ginny was staring at her in confusion, while Derrick chuckled and pulled Harlow to sit next to her, examining the mangled hand.

"Grimlock is somewhat akin to dropping acid in the muggle world." Lavender started, "and yes, I just read your mind, Ginevra. Hermione practically discovered it, and then produced its uses. I mean, there are mentions of something like it for years, but it was lost in translation until Hermione got her hands on it. Snape was baffled when she brought this to him and revealed her research. Grimlock can be taken orally, injected, sniffed or smoked. Now, if ingested it does nothing, as it will not make it into your bloodstream. Injected it is most affective and sniffing and smoking produce very little results." the blonde attempted to explain.

"And, how do you know this?" Ginny said crossing her arms.

"Hermione, Luna and I tested it out, after she found it." Ginny's eyes got wide and Lavender chuckled.

"You did drugs? And you convince my girlfriend to do them with you?" Ginny said in disbelief.

"Yes and no. Yes, we did drugs. No, we didn't convince Luna, she wanted to. Anyway, tonight we have Jennifer using a glamour to get into the castle. She will put it in the food of the soldiers, the non-magical ones. And-" the redhead interrupted her.

"But, you just said it doesn't have an effect when ingested."

"This is why it is going to be mixed with a potion that will cause a slight ulcer in their stomachs. This means a way for the Grimlock to get into the bloodstream and cause disorientation." Lavender grinned.

Ginny pondered this information for a while then shook her head, "Wow, this is crazy."

"Quite."

"So, are they there yet?" Ginny asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, they just got to Godric's Hollow." Lavender said standing up and stretching. "The delegates showed, and Hermione says they're on schedule and should be to Pansy within the next two to two and half hours. They are just strategizing the final plans to make sure they work out." She was about to say something when the door to Hermione's dorm flew open.

Harlow and Ginny drew their wands, while Lavender's hand sparked with magic. Derrick, all the while, was sitting on the couch looking amused.

"Oh good, you guys are here." a student wheezed. "The Great Hall, Death Eaters and dementors we need your help."

Lavender, Ginny, Harlow and Derrick quickly headed towards the Great Hall. They were about to enter, when suddenly Demeter appeared, "Ginny, stop. The rest of you go."

"Um, I'm kind of busy right now, if you hadn't noticed." she pointed to the fighting in front of her.

"I know, but unless you want to perish, you'll need some things," Demeter smiled as a sword appeared in her hand.

Ginny took it from her hand, and pulled the sword out of its scabbard slightly.

"Tonight is the battle to end all of this," Demeter began. "You once gave your life for your mate's, the reason the darkness reigned for so long. Tonight you will not be distracted. You are now what you once were, Jaclyn Granell honored warrior. You now possess the power of the mage as well. You know what to do. Before you go, there are three more things. These double throwing hatchets belong to you, your specialty. This sword belongs to Harlow, give it to her or she will perish as well. Finally, the Ring of Three. Now, go warrior. The ring will soon be activated and your power elevated once again."

Ginny nodded, quickly attaching the scabbard to her waist and running off to help the rest in the battle that was occurring in the Great Hall.

She spotted Harlow fighting to Death Eaters, "Hey Cooper!" she called.

The girl look to her and just managed to miss the kick that was aimed at her head, grabbing the man's leg and kicking his knee, hearing a sickening crack.

"You almost got me killed!" Harlow said storming over to the redhead.

"No time, take this. It belongs to you."

"Ooh, nice sword." the girl grinned.

"Duck." Ginny said.

Harlow complied still admiring the sword in her hands.

"Twelve o'clock, swipe." Ginny instructed.

Harlow responded, this time stretching her leg out behind her and swinging the Death Eater of his feet.

"This is sweet!"

"I know right?" Ginny asked, grinning.

"Well, I would think- hold on." Harlow said bringing her sword behind her to block the spell meant for her.

"Nice," Ginny smiled looking at her own.

"You got one at twelve," Harlow said nonchalantly.

"You too," Ginny said.

"Reverse roundhouse to a pull over?" Harlow asked and the Chaser nodded.

"GO."

Harlow swung her heel around into the face of the Death Eater behind her, knocking him out. Next, she grabbed Ginny's hand and flung herself over the redhead, her feet striking the Death Eater in the chest.

"Well," Harlow said looking around, "this was the last one." She stood up thinking the man was knocked out.

He slowly stood up and aimed his wand at her back.

"Harlow!" Ginny and Alyssa said at the same time.

The spell crashed into Harlow's blade because of her quick reflex, she spun around with the sword in hand, slicing the metal across his throat.

Harlow watched as he grabbed at his neck, when she recognized him.

"Well, well, well, Kioban. What are the odds, I thought you were Ron's pet? Shame you have to die, hope it hurts." she grinned.

"I told you not to come," Pansy said limping over to the bars. "Why didn't you listen?"

"I couldn't leave you here. Millicent couldn't leave you here. Hermione sure as hell couldn't have left you here, no matter how much you wanted it. Now, let's get you out of here." Gawain Parkinson said, he began to wave his hand but his daughter stopped him.

"No, no magic right now. It's a trap, if you use it they will know." Pansy informed them.

"Then, how are we going to get you out of there?" Millicent asked.

"I can help with that." Demeter said as she appeared, flicking her wrist unlocking the door. "They can't detect my magic; it's too superior and not bound by any laws. Now, what I must say is very important and must be told quickly. A few guards are making their way down here."

Everyone nodded and the mystical women continued, "The first battle has begun, it was won was it not?" she asked Hermione.

"Yes, for the most part we've won. Lavender is tending to the wounded, and Neville is going to take over soon. Ginny, Lavender, Harlow, and Derrick should be on their way. Lavender tells me that Harlow killed Kioban, so we will not have to worry about him."

"Good, good. Now, Millicent, this is yours," the woman handed a sword to the Slytherin, who immediately took it. "These also belong to you, and are your specialty, Fasta Martlet."

Millicent smiled and attached the bow and arrows to her back, as well as attaching the sword around her waist.

"Pansy, Drótt Panthera, your sword." Pansy eagerly took the sword and attached it to her back.

"Something is missing." the girl commented.

"These." Pansy lifted her head she grinned when she saw her daggers.

"Yes, my daggers." she grinned again, quickly strapping three to her lower back and one to each side, and another to her calf.

"Now, the most important part." she held to rings in her hand, out to the warriors.

"The Ring of Three." Millicent whispered.

"You know what happens when you put these on." Demeter smiled.

Pansy and Millicent each took a ring and slid it on to their right ring figure.

Light filled the dark dungeon, but quickly faded.

Silver armor had appeared on both of the girls. Silver bracers covered their forearms, and each wore a black armband of snakes.

The same thing was happening in the Great Hall, conversation briefly stopped as a blinding flash lit the area, then faded, revealing Ginny clad in armor with a lion arm band around her upper arm.

"Wow." Gawain laughed.

"See, now I feel like my old self." Pansy grinned. She pulled two daggers from her waist and began to twirl them.

"So, shall we?" Millicent said.

"Pansy?" Hermione's soft voice called.

"Hermione," Pansy smiled, sheathing the daggers she brought the Gryffindor into a kiss.

"I thought I was going to lose you."

"Nah, I'm tough. I'll be fine." Pansy smiled. "Let's go." Pansy turned and she and Millicent began to lead them out of the door.

They had begun to walk down the hallway when they heard footsteps behind them.

"Down." Everyone hit the floor as three daggers sailed through the air and struck the guards that were behind them, in the chest.

"Still got it, I see." Millicent smirked.

"Of course I do." Pansy smirked back.

Pansy and Millicent both turned and caught the two hatchets that were hurtling towards them.

"Why do you always try to outdo me, Gin?" Pansy asked loudly.

The redhead, Lavender and Harlow, stepped around the corner.

"Keeps things interesting," the girl answered as she pulled the daggers out of the dead men.

"Whatever," Pansy chuckled. "Let's go." the group set off to finish the battle.

Live or die, the victory laid in their hands. It had to.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

The man was slumped in the throne chair in his mansion; the noise echoing through the room came from the consistent tapping of his wand on the arm of the chair.

"When unimaginable power meets unimaginable power, do they cancel each other out?" he spoke into the air.

"Well, you are about to find out, Weasel." came the husky response.

He grinned, spinning his chair towards the front of the throne room.

"Well, if it isn't Pansy Parkinson. You're all by yourself?" he cocked his head at her, "I would have thought that your bitch would have come to save you."

"Yes, well I am talented. I see you got another wand. Miss yours?" she said leaning against the wall.

"No, not really." he watched himself twirling the wand between his fingers. "You know you cannot defeat me. Yet, here you are. Why didn't you run back to precious Hogwarts, hmm?" he leaned forward, placing his arms on his thighs.

"Well," she started, pulling a dagger from her side, "you see, if I can harm you enough, Hermione will be able to defeat you. It does not matter whether I live or die. However, you have to die."

"What are you waiting for?"' he opened his arms, "I'll give you a free shot," he taunted.

Pansy pretended to contemplate his offer, "That would be nice except that I would die if I even tried to attack you."

"Oh? And, why is that?"

"Well, it could be him," Pansy threw a dagger at the balcony above her and to the left.

A dull thud was heard, and then the guard fell over the edge landing near Pansy, who leaned down and tugged it out of his chest.

"You caught me. Now, I'll give you a shot."

Pansy looked up from wiping off her blade, when she shook her head and laughed. She placed the dagger back in its place.

"I suppose, I could but then if I do he," she threw a dagger to her right, "and him," she flung another above Ron, "and those two," she released two more. "Well they would kill me." she ended as all four archers lay dead on the balcony floor.

"Hmm, well you may prove to be a tougher opponent than I thought." Ron mused, standing from his chair when Cho appeared from the side of the chamber, breathing heavily.

"Weasley, the barracks are under attack. It's the Order and some of the students," she informed him.

The redhead turned towards the Slytherin, who was smiling and twirled one of her daggers, with a glare. He noticed that all her daggers were once again in her position, pulled magically from his guards' bodies that now drained blood onto his marble floor.

Cho followed his line of vision and her eyes widened.

"Hello, Chang. I've never seen you look so terrified of me." Pansy turned her attention back to the dark wizard. "At least you still have one of your little sidekicks." she smirked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, that little ambush you planned at Hogwarts failed, royally. Most of your men were killed, including Kioban."

"I would know if Kioban was dead," Ron defended.

"Oh, really?" she challenged; when he nodded she turned her head slightly towards the doors that she entered. "Mil, Gin, you can bring him in." she called.

The two came in carrying the man's body quickly dropping it at Ron's feet, "Your majesty," Millicent bowed.

Ron looked at the body of his right hand man in horror, and then trained dark eyes on the trio.

"You will pay for this," he growled.

"Weasley, why are they here? And, not in the battle, it doesn't make sense." Cho pointed out quietly.

Millicent answered for her, "Well, that would be because the fight is about to be brought here."

"How-"

"We're special," Ginny shrugged with a smirk.

"The fight?"

"There," Ginny pointed as the balcony doors burst open and many of Ron's guards ran through followed by the Order and Hogwarts students.

Ron took a step down from his throne and made the mistake of turning his back on the three warriors, who drew their weapons. As he watched, three figures appeared from the doors. Lavender, Luna, and Hermione stepped up and leaned on the balcony railing.

He reached for his wand when two daggers embedded in his back; he turned and came face to face with Pansy, who blocked his attempt at cursing her.

"Come on big man, show me what you are made of," she said pulling her wand from its holder on her calf, and summoning her daggers that flew threw Ron's chest to Pansy's hands, she quickly sheathed them.

"That won't do anything," he commented, waving his hand over his chest healing him.

They began to duel as the other five watched, prepared to jump in if need be.

Pansy was winning when Cho, stepped from behind the throne chair, "Avada Kedavra!"

The Slytherin's eyes widened as the green light hit her in the chest, throwing her against the far wall. Her body slid down the wall, and then she stilled not moving.

Millicent pulled an arrow from her back and strung her bow, her arrow pierced Chang on the chest, and she slumped against the wall behind her.

"Well, well, Pansy is dead." Ron looked at the Slytherin and laughed. "Too bad, which one of you is next?" He eyed Millicent and Ginny.

"I am." Hermione said, jumping from the balcony and landing softly on the ground.

"Well, I was wondering how long it was going to take you." he grinned.

They quickly engaged in a battle of quick spells as the energy built up in the room. The other four watched in shock as the two battled.

Soon, the Order and students had subdued the rest of the guards and now stood watching the battle between good and evil.

Ron had slashes across his face and Hermione had wounds spread out on her body.

Hermione conjured a group of arrows, sending them towards Ron, who managed to dodge most of them. Breaking the ends off the ones that were now lodged in his body. Both, witch and wizard were tired, their energy draining quickly.Lav,Yeah?I need you.

Lavender knew what she meant and began the energy transfer to her bond mate. She added a little magic to Hermione at a time, trying not to overwhelm her.

The Gryffindor's eyes darkened and the magic took over her body. Instead of waiting for Lavender, she absorbed the rest of the energy, causing the blonde to collapse on the balcony.

"Hermione!" Luna, Millicent, and Ginny all said at the same time, surprised at what she had done.

She inhaled the magic, as she opened her eyes they were pitch black, she stared Ron down waiting for his next move.

"This how we going to play?" he smiled, "Okay," dark green light shot into his body, his eyes turning black too.

"Let's play." he growled.

"Let's." Hermione responded, sending out a spell the flung him through the wall.

He quickly recovered stepping from the rubble as they once again began the fight to the death.

"Pansy," a voice called to the Slytherin.

"Am I dead? Hermione?"

"Not Hermione, Demeter. Yes, you technically died, but I think I will step in just this once. Listen to me. Do you remember what I told you, about your powers?"

Pansy nodded, "I'm the Darkest Light." she struggled.

"Exactly. Take this," Demeter held out an athame, "This is a dagger that extracts dark magic from a body, the only way an ordinary wizard can kill a dark wizard." Pansy nodded in understanding. "Your magic is very powerful, your black magic that is. As of right now, the events have been set into motion, and history is going to repeat itself. You can change that, but it comes at a price."

"Death." Pansy whispered, looking at the dagger in her hand.

"Yes, this could kill you. Your dark magic is so ingrained in your blood, extracting it could kill you. It is your choice. I'm going to send you back now."

"Okay."

"Oh, Pansy. One more thing." Demeter said before leaning over and whispering something in the girl's ear.

The Slytherin smiled broadly, tears coming to her eyes.

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Pansy woke up and took in the scene before her. Ron was successfully blocking Millicent and Ginny's attempts to defeat him.

She pulled herself to sit up against the wall, then grabbed both daggers from her sides and threw them, they landed in Ron's back who turned in surprise as everyone looked to see where they had come from.

"No, you can't be alive." he said in surprise, not fazed by the daggers in his back.

"Good, I got your attention. Yes, well, I won't be alive for long, but I will be long enough to stop you." she said holding the dagger up, the redhead's eyes narrowed at the weapon in her hand.

"Where did you get that?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." she smirked.

"Well, seeing as you really can't move. How are you going to take my powers?" he grinned arrogantly.

"I'm not going to take yours," she said twirling the dagger, "I'm going to kill you."

"That won't kill me."

"Yes, it will when it gets my dark magic and infects you."

"Wha-?"

Before Ron could finish the question, she drove the dagger into her chest.

"Pansy!

"NO!"

She felt the power being pulled from her, and could feel the power of the magic. Her eyes flickered, between green, black, and silver. The magic rushed into the dagger. It filled with dark red.

Finally, all the magic was in the dagger. Pansy pulled the dagger from her chest and held it in her hand, before she could do anything an arrow flew at her; she put her hand up and caught it quickly with what little strength she had left.

She looked past her enemy and the love of her life to see Cho standing there with one of the fallen archer's bow.

Pansy grabbed one of her daggers and it flew between Hermione and Ron, embedding in Chang's right eye. A second followed, striking her left and the girl fell to the floor, dead.

"Dumb bitch." Pansy choked out, blood running from her mouth. "Now, for you." she said looking at Ron.

"What? You can't kill me."

"Watch me, you motherfucker. I told you," she coughed up more blood, "if you touched my girl again, I would kill you. I'm going to deliver on that promise," she said gripping the blade of the dagger, bleeding as the blade cut into her hand.

"Oh really?" He smirked. Before he could think, the dagger had sunk into his chest. He clutched at it trying to pry it from his chest but it would not budge.

Pansy's magic began to spread throughout his body; engulfing him with overwhelming power.

"Y-you," he tried, falling to his knees. "You are the-" he screamed as the magic ripped through his body and destroyed him.

"I told you." Pansy spat, collapsing to the floor.

Cheering filled her ears, as three bodies rushing towards her filled her vision.

Hermione reached her first. She smiled at the Gryffindor and reached out touching her cheek.

"I told you, I would always protect you. That nothing would hurt you." she managed.

"Pansy, no, don't leave me." Hermione begged.

"It's okay," she said looking into Hermione's eyes. The Gryffindor started to say something, but Pansy kept talking, "Where are mom and dad?" she asked.

"Gwen is fine." Millicent answered. She looked to Lavender on the balcony for the other information, "And, Gawain isn't looking good."

"Well, at least we'll be together. Figures we would end up like this," she laughed, which started another coughing fit.

"Pansy, stop talking like that." Hermione tried.

"Shh, it's going to happen. I can't stop it." She turned Hermione to face her, "I just want to look into your eyes."

Lavender and Luna had made it to the circle, and tears were silently rolling down their cheeks.

Pansy reached out and placed her hand against Hermione's stomach, grabbing the shirt and bringing her a little closer, she looked at her hand for a moment before continuing, "Just promise me that, you'll remember my dad, that you'll remember me."

"Of course." Hermione started.

"Please, just remember those two things, nothing else. Not this fight and not these last few days. Don't remember the bad, live for the good. Okay?" the Seeker smiled slightly. "I've told you that your eyes are beautiful, haven't I?"

"Yes," Hermione laughed a little, "all the time."

"Good." Pansy whispered out before her hand dropped from Hermione's face and she murmured, "I love you, Granger."

"I love you too, Parkinson." Hermione said, before placing her head against Pansy's and crying.

Millicent was breaking down in Lavender's arms and Ginny was doing the same with Luna.

"Well, Pans, we have the world you wished for us." Lavender whispered.

More pain shall exist in my heart than I ever thought possible. I cannot bear it anymore and I cannot take not being with her.

I stand on the edge of a cliff behind the house, well mansion that Pansy gave to me. I come here after every run, I like feeling the cool air spread across the sweat on my body.

Our sons. The ones she did not tell me about before she disappeared from this life.

I did not find out until Demeter came to me as I let myself waste away.

She gave me her estate, her inheritance, everything.

I do not know how. She was powerful enough to have done anything, anything at all, even when she was trapped in that hell and subjected to the horrors that only exist in the remains of the fortress that is only a few miles from here.

I cannot ever get an entire read on what happened there, which is odd.

I just see jumbled images and crude visions. I hear ghastly screams, bones breaking and flesh ripping.

I can only imagine what happened, I know because Voldemort spilled it all before Harry destroyed him.

Pansy healed herself. The one thing I was able to find in its entirety was what Pansy wrote to me.

It triggered the first time I stepped in the cell.

She knew she was going to die and she needed to tell me everything, so my girl did. Using her incredible intelligence and that Slytherin cunning, she wrote in secret at night, even after that night. The writings all on some kind of parchment, it was not normal.

There were bloodstains on the writing, smearing her perfect penmanship.

Hermione Granger, you are reading this because I died for you.

I knew I would, but I hoped that it would not end up like that. I wanted to spend my life with you.

These nights have been hard, I've done nothing but think of you, knowing that it didn't matter if I didn't have a plan because I would do anything to protect you, without thought.

I wish that the tears that have drop onto this were not yours; I wish you never had to come back here. I would have taken you out of here immediately.

But, I know you. You will come back here.

I do not know the means in which I have given my life for you, but just know that it was worth it.

I know it does not seem like it, and do not get angry. Do not get mad at me for knowing it was worth it, because I know you would do the same for me.

Live, I wish that you never share my fate. My parents, if the still live will need you. And, your parents need you.

I had the pleasure of meeting them, without your knowledge of course.

It had to be a secret. That being said, if you return to your home before collecting on the rest of what will now be yours, they will give you what I had intended to give to you.

My parents know where the other piece is, it is in a house that overlooks a cliff with a waterfall. I managed, during our time apart, to make one of your dreams a reality. My parents will lead you there after you approach them about it.

Please, do not join me, as much as I would love to be with you. Do not ruin the beautiful and great life that you will live.

My heart will always be with you, I promise this. I promise that I never stopped loving you, that even though we had our downs I never lost sight of you and never lost the feeling of the mark and impact you had on me.

Live, Hermione. Live for me, and when you think of me do not think about joining me. Think of the plans we made, the dreams we had, and the love we shared. Make them come true.

Never stop loving. You are my soul mate and no one has ever touched me as you have.

If you fall in love, go with and listen to your heart. I know you love me and always will, but I would never and cannot ask you to never love again.

Until next time,

Pansy.

I was so angry with her, as she said I would be.

However, her parents helped me to understand. Gawain did make it and did not join his daughter.

I cannot help but think that these last three years, almost four, should never have happened. That I should be with her, wherever she is. She wanted me to live and I have the boys to think about and love.

However, they are taken care of. They have Millicent and Lavender, Ginny and Luna, and their Grandparents.

I guess it is more about the fact that I do not know where she is.

After she stopped talking she faded away, literally. All these years I have tried to look for her. Demeter has tried to look for her, but nothing. Nothing at all.

"Fuck," I hiss, still looking around the landscape surrounding me.

I look back at the trees that lead back to the house and turn back, taking a step closer to the edge.

This is it. This is where it all ends. I need to share my fate with her. I need her.

I shuffle further ahead. I put my leg out ready to take that next step, when strong arms wrap around me.

"Why don't you ever listen to me, Granger." soft breath spreads warmly across my neck

No, it cannot be.

"It's me. It's real. I'm here, in the flesh." more hot breath rushes across my skin, making me shiver.

"How can I be sure?" I say, still skeptical.

"I know everything about you," lips meet the skin behind my ear, then on the back of my neck. "Those are your sensitive spots."

Okay, maybe this is Pansy.

On the other hand, that was lucky guess.

True.

"That could just be a lucky guess." I repeat what my mind tells me, when I notice a chiming in my ears.

"You always did say what your mind told you." a husky laughed met my ears.

"How did-"

"I told you, it's me. Just turn around, Granger."

I shake my head adamantly and refuse, "No."

"You would be dead by now if I was an imposter. I wouldn't be able to touch you if I was a spirit, and you have completely relaxed against me. You know it's me," the voice pauses, "but, if I must prove it to you, okay."

A hand runs from my waist, to the top of my running shorts, "This," a finger drifts over the skin of my lower stomach, "is a clover intertwined with a snake, because you think snakes are lucky because of me." the hand wraps around to my back. "This is a cross, with a green tint, accented with silver, and a dagger," I recognize the deep chuckle that radiates through the body. "A dagger with snakes and this," fingers drag along the edge of my sports bra, between my shoulder blades, "this is my mark, my magical brand, a black triangle, the dark side of my magic and a star to offset it with my light magic."

"That doesn't prove anything, you can see them," I say, I cannot be hurt again.

"Then look here," a forearm raises into my vision.

I look at the scars I know Pansy has across them form battles and Quidditch, the wrist turned and I saw the tribal tattoo that adorned the inside of it, as well as the French scrawled up the forearm, "Forever in love with the enemy."

"You could have copied that." I say.

"You are still stubborn I see," the voice says as the left arm comes up and a wand is grasped in the right.

I know what is coming and it is all that I need.

I hear a hiss as the tip of the wand touches the skin and The Dark Mark blazes across the skin.

I smile despite its meaning.

"Pansy."

"Hermione."

"I hate you and I'm mad at you." I say leaning back into the body behind me.

"I know. And, I'll tell you everything, just not now."

"Okay."

It was not perfect and it was not romantic. It was not sexual and I did not want to jump her at the moment. It was painful. It was terrifying. There was so much anger and there was so much confusion.

The day was not perfect, clouds did not suddenly clear and mountains did not move. Instead, it began to storm.

The rain was not cleansing and it was not foreshadowing, it was just rain. Plain and simple. A nearby tree was struck by lightning and neither of us moved. We just stood there in our own worlds, lost to the current state of the weather.

My heart did not feel whole, I did not feel passion and I did not feel love.

Too much was gone. Too much time had passed and sadness was too prevalent.

Hermione was laying on the couch in her home, looking up at the ceiling, flashing back to four years could have been different.

Everything could always be different.

She was trying to find out how things would have been different when the sound of feet came through the house and a body flew at her.

"Mom, guess what?"

Hermione looked at the boy in front of her and smiled, "What's up, Gawain?"

"Daddy, taught me how to fly today!" he said excitedly, squirming in her lap.

"Oh, really?" she smiled.

"Yeah, it was great," another boy drawled as he walked in the living room and sat on the coach, picking up the book in front of him.

"Parker, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Ma, I just would rather read than be an athlete is all." he said matter of factly.

Both boys were a little ahead of other kids their age, although not a big surprise considering their parentage.

Parker and Gawain both had dark hair and green eyes. Parker liked intellect, while Gawain was a wild child and loved sports.

"Parks, just jealous that Dad likes me better." Gawain mocked, his brother who rolled his eyes.

"I really wish you wouldn't call-"

The boy already knew what his mother was going to say, "Why, Daddy, doesn't mind?" he questioned, shyly.

"Yeah," came a husky voice and dark green eyes. "I don't mind."

Hermione laughed, "Gawain, Parker go get ready," she said rushing her sons off to thier room. "Hey, and stop fighting for once! Please, just get along."

Hermione walked up to the individual leaning against the wall. She grabbed their hand and started walking towards their bedroom.

"I know you don't mind. And, that's because you love those boys more than life itself," the former Gryffindor smiled wrapping her arms around a neck, as strong hands circled her waist.

"Well, I love you more than life itself too."

"I know," the brunette ran her fingers across the face in front of her, moving down the scar down the left eye. As her fingers past over soft lips, a kiss was placed on her fingertips, which made her smile. She continued her journey down the strong neck. Unbuttoning a button on the black dress shirt, she ran her fingers across the rugged scar on the tan skin under her fingers. She placed her palm against the spot and looked up into green eyes that looked into her brown, showing hints of sadness and happiness at the same time.

"I love you, Parkinson," she whispered, claiming the lips in front of hers.

They gently kiss for a few minutes before the former Queen of Slytherin pulled back and placed her forehead against Hermione's, "I love you, Granger." she said quietly, catching the woman's lips in another kiss, only breaking apart when the sound of running feet, entered their room as the door swung open.

"Ew, Aunt Hermione and Pansy are kissing again!" a blonde girl called down the hallway.

"Like that's anything new." a voice laughed, coming closer to the room.

Pansy rolled her eyes and buried her head in the brunette's neck, placing a soft kiss on the slightly tan skin, causing Hermione to laugh.

"Well, well, I know you just came back a few months ago and already it's like Hogwarts all over again." a voice said as the door was pushed all the way opened. "I've seen this too much."

"Well, your face is something that I never want to see again, Ginny." Pansy said her eyes meeting the redhead's.

"You say that every time." the woman grinned.

"So do you." she said smirking, her hand twitching slightly behind her back.

"Whatever, you love me, loser." a hand struck her in the shoulder.

"Ginevra," Luna warned as Millicent and Lavender laughed behind them.

"Fine," Ginny grumbled.

"Ha, see what happens? Don't want to lose your sex privileges, Ginevra." Pansy mocked, and was laughing when the air was knocked out of her lungs.

She turned to Hermione who had just elbowed her, hard, in the torso.

"You just lost yours." Hermione glared.

Ginny was trying not to laugh as Luna dared her to try to push her luck.

"Um, are you guys almost done or should we just take the kids and get the hell out before you two short circuit the neighborhood," Millicent joked.

"Oh, you mean like you two did?" Pansy grinned.

"Exactly like that." Lavender winked.

"Nah, we'll be out in a few minutes," Pansy bit her lip and looked at Hermione, who smiled and just shook her head. "We promise." she continued sadly.

"Good, I love it when we can destroy your sexually hopes, Pansy," Ginny grinned before turning to follow the others out of the room.

She was laughing when she was jerked forward unexpectedly, her laughter immediately died. She found herself pinned to the wall as a dagger caught her shirt sleeve.

"Pansy!" Hermione scolded, not deterring the former Slytherin from laughing at her friend.

Ginny reached up pulled the dagger from her shirt releasing her from the wall, "You cut my arm!" she exclaimed as she bled through her shirt.

"You'll be fine." Pansy laughed, as Ginny threw the dagger on the floor at her feet and walked down the hall mumbling. She turned towards Hermione and stopped her laughter, "Uh oh."

"What have I told you about throwing daggers?"

"That I shouldn't do it." Pansy said stepping forward, wrapping her arms around the woman who had stepped away from her. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Fine," Hermione caved.

"I have something for you," Pansy reached into her jean pocket and quickly slid a ring onto Hermione's finger. "We've been through hell together, twice. And, I just want to make sure you will always be there."

"Pansy-"

"Look, Hermione. We still have a lot to work through, this isn't perfect." she motioned between them. "And, the boys won't be able to make it work. As amazing as it is, the sex won't either. So, I just want to promise to you that I will try anything to get back to where we once were. And, if-"

"When." Hermione interjected.

"Huh?"

"When we get there, we will Pansy." the Slytherin smiled at her soul mate.

"When we do, I want to be with you forever. But, that comes later. Now, I just want a promise that you'll try to."

"Yes, of course I will." Hermione wrapped her arms around the dark-haired woman's neck, kissing her.

"I love you, Hermione Granger."

"And, I love you, Pansy Parkinson."

"Let's go!" someone called from down the hall.

"Come on," Pansy smiled, holding her hand out to Hermione who happily took it as they walked towards their family.

It was a battle that ended their love in the beginning. A battle that brought them together and a sacrifice that finally ensured that they would be forever in love with each other.

As Pansy once said, "girls dig scars". Hermione did "dig" her scars, but the most important was the scar that Pansy left on Hermione's heart and the one Hermione left on Pansy's.

One and a half lifetimes spent together.

A half of a lifetime spent in death.

Two lifetimes spent eternally in love.

And one sacrifice is the perfect equation for devotion, happiness, love, friends and family, when past lives haunt us from the depths of our conscious.

Pain and sadness had led them back together. They would forever love one another, but could they make it? Could they survive the difficulties of true love?

Who knows? That is an entirely different story.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

For now, I'm going to take a break from writing Hermione/Pansy fiction because I'm not sure whether I will be able to write another one as well as, I have felt, I've written this one. But, we'll see.

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