DGG: It was a long wait again...and probably not even worth it. I re-did this entire chapter. Plus school papers engulfed my life. Ugh. But here it is. The little closing chapter of the story. Thank-you, thank-you for reading. And thank-you to all of my lovely reviewers. You all have been greatly appreciated.

The very next night there was a huge party in Fairy World to honor their new heroine, Wanda. Every resident of Fairy World had shown up for all the festivities. There was music, food, dancing, and plenty of magic, yet something – or rather someone – was missing.

When Jorgen Von Strangle appeared in Timmy's bedroom, Wanda had refused the invitation to attend the party. The large fairy argued with her for a good ten minutes before he finally realized the female wasn't going to back down. He heaved an aggravated sigh, but he eventually left to tell all the residents of Fairy World that the party was off.

"Wanda, what's the matter? We should go to the party," spoke Cosmo. "It's just for you!"

"Yeah," agreed Timmy. "You're definitely a hero! You deserve a party."

"I don't feel like much of a hero," Wanda sat on the edge of her godson's bed.

"What's wrong, Wanda?" asked Cosmo, sitting down beside her and putting an arm around her shoulders.

"I don't really feel like I've won."

"What are you talking about? Of course you won! You saved my life, Wanda. If it weren't for you I would be dead right now, along with all of the fairies in the universe," smiled Timmy. "If you had lost, then none of us would be here. You definitely won."

"I know that; that's not really what I'm talking about though."

Timmy blinked, confusion coming over his face.

"You shouldn't have needed saving. If it weren't for me in the first place, then you never would have had to feel the need to save my life."

Cosmo blinked in surprise, worry evident on his features.

"Don't say that, Wanda. Sure, I wanted to prove that I could be responsible, but honestly that's not why I saved you."

The two fairies eyed the young boy standing on the floor in front of them.

"Wanda, you're my godmother. I didn't want Anti-Cosmo to infect you with The Mark. I took the hit because I love you."

"Oh, Timmy," a few tears escaped the female's pink eyes as she smiled, hopped down off the bed, and hugged the boy. A few seconds later, however, she pulled out of the embrace, all traces of her smile gone. "But, still. I'm sorry about how I had been treating you. It wasn't your fault Poof got so sick, and I don't think having actually stayed at home would have caused any less damage to Dimmsdale with the way Poof's magic had been going haywire. I was taking everything out on you. I'm so sorry, sweetie."

"Don't worry about it, Wanda," Timmy smiled. "But still, you should go to the party. Everyone just wants to show their appreciation for you saving them."

"Yeah," agreed Cosmo. "Parties are fun. It'll take your mind off things for awhile."

"I don't deserve a party," Wanda turned away from the two males. "There was just one person that I wasn't able to save."

"Who?" Cosmo cocked his head to one side.

"Oh. Right. Poof," Timmy said quietly as he bowed his head.

Tears came to the godmother's eyes.

"It wasn't your fault," Cosmo hopped off the bed and rubbed her back.

"Yeah, it was all Anti-Cosmo's doing," agreed Timmy. "You had nothing to do with it."

"But I did, Timmy! I was the one who fed Poof the virus! I practically killed him! I was his mother, and I practically killed my own baby!" she turned and sobbed into her husband's chest.

"Wanda, it's not your fault. You were an unwilling pawn in Anti-Cosmo's plan. Don't blame yourself."

"Timmy, I know you're trying to help, but it's just not making me feel any better."

Timmy sighed. What could he possibly do to help his godmother?

"Poof, poof!" a tiny little voice cried, causing everyone in the room to freeze.

"Did you hear that?" Wanda looked up at her husband, then over at her godson expectantly.

"It…it sounded like Poof," Timmy spoke in surprise.

"Poof," Wanda called.

"Poof!" the baby's squeaky voice answered.

The two males watched intently as Wanda stood stark still. What was going on?

"Poof, poof! Poof poof!"

The pink-haired female turned and looked at the two males.

"We need to go to Fairy World. We need to go there now!" she exclaimed desperately.

"Are we going to the party?" asked Cosmo, his voice full of hope as a smile crept onto his face.

"Sort of."

Without anymore hesitation, Wanda pulled out her wand, and used her magic to transport the three of them from Timmy's bedroom to the magical realm of Fairy World. The trio appeared in the center of town, where all the buildings were decorated for the large party they had expected to throw for Wanda that night. All of the residents of Fairy World had been in the process of cleaning up the balloons, streamers, confetti, and other various party things when the three suddenly appeared, shocking everyone.

"Wanda," spoke Jorgen from behind them. "You decided to attend the party after all!"

"No," came the female's blunt response.

"Then why are you here?"

"My baby told me to come here."

This surprised everyone. All the fairies exchanged glances with one another, unsure of what to say.

"Wanda, Poof is…"

"Shh!" Wanda interrupted the large fairy.

"Hey! I am in charge here!" Jorgen roared. "No one tells me what to do!"

"Hush!" snapped Wanda as she glared daggers at him. This instantly caused the white-haired fairy to fall silent, afraid to invoke the female's wrath.

Everyone remained silent. The only thing audible around them in the night air was the chirping of several crickets. All of Fairy World's residents remained completely confused, and slightly worried about their heroine's mental state. They all watched her with bated breath, waiting to see exactly what she expected to happen.

"Come on, baby," she whispered. "I'm here now. Talk to me."

She closed her pink eyes and clasped her hands together, repeating this phrase over and over again. Jorgen, however, had just about enough of this nonsense. He was just about to call Wanda out on her insanity, but he was cut off by a familiar, squeaky voice.

"Poof, poof!"

The female smiled, as did the rest of her family. All the fairies, on the other hand, gasped.

"Did you hear that?" asked Wanda to no one in particular.

"It…it couldn't have been him," reasoned Jorgen. "It…it is impossible."

"Poof! Poof!" the baby squeaked again.

"It has to be the wind or something," continued Jorgen.

"Poof!" Wanda called.

"Mama!"

"Poof, where are you?"

The baby answered with a happy giggle. Wanda, as well as everyone surrounding the trio, looked all around in hopes of finding the baby somewhere close by. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. His little voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once as he continued to giggle. Timmy didn't understand it. They could all hear Poof, but where was he? Feeling defeated, Timmy kicked a tiny pebble in front of him. Unfortunately, he watched as the tiny rock collided with Cosmo's forehead and spun up into the air.

"Ow!" Cosmo rubbed his sore head.

"Sorry," Timmy answered, while still staring into the sky.

"What are you doing?" his godmother raised an eyebrow.

"Wanda, look up," pointed Timmy, smiling.

The pink-haired female kept staring at the boy for a few moments before finally looking up. The fairies watched her skeptically; however, her reaction caused the rest of them to look upward as well.

"Poof!" the mother gasped.

"Poof, poof!"

Up in the sky, all the stars had rearranged themselves into the shape of baby Poof! Everyone stood in shock as the baby giggled happily and waved to his family.

"Poof, it's really you!" exclaimed Wanda.

"Mama! Dada! Timmy!" he squeaked.

"I don't get it. How come Poof is up in the sky?" asked Cosmo.

"His body was destroyed, but his spirit still lives," said Jorgen, completely astonished by what he was witnessing.

"But how is that even possible?" asked Timmy.

"Baby fairy magic is the most powerful thing in the world, Turner. Even you with your tiny human brain should know that by now. The magic is so strong that it can do anything. Apparently it can even keep the spirit alive when the body is gone."

"My baby," Wanda spoke in a somewhat trance as she reached up toward the sky in an attempt to touch her young son.

"But he's still…gone?" gulped Cosmo.

"Yes and no."

Timmy looked around at everyone's faces. It was like looking into a sea of happiness mixed with despair. No one really knew what to make of the image in the stars. Everyone was happy to see the fairy baby again; however, it was only his essence. He wasn't truly there. Well, he was but he wasn't. All of this made the brunette's head hurt. Suddenly he caught sight of his godparents. Cosmo had now joined Wanda. They were both just staring longingly into the heavens with tears glossing over their eyes. The ten-year-old's heart sank; there must be something he could do. That's when an idea struck him.

"Wait a minute. Jorgen, that's Poof's soul, right?"

"Well, yes, I suppose."

"So he's still living."

"Well…not in the physical sense."

"So he could come back with all of us, couldn't he?"

"No amount of magic can bring anyone back from the dead, Turner."

"But Poof's not dead. He's right there," Timmy motioned upwards. "All he needs is a body for his soul to live in."

Jorgen blinked a few times, trying to take in everything the human said.

"There's nothing in the rules against that, is there?"

The muscular fairy thought about it for a moment before poofing in a giant, purple rulebook. He flipped through a few pages, reading every word. Everyone waited apprehensively for him to finish and give his verdict.

"There isn't anything written in here that says you can't. Turner found a loophole. "

"Awesome! Cosmo, Wanda, I wish Poof had his body back!"

Cosmo and Wanda happily obliged, holding their wands high into the air. Everyone watched as Poof giggled and clapped happily, perhaps even joining in on his god brother's wish. Suddenly, the stars all re-aligned to their proper places, and colorful sparkles of fairy dust formed a trail from the sky leading down to the street in front of the two parents. The dust whirled around in a circle, faster and faster until the purple sparkles formed together to create Poof's old body.

"Poof, poof!" he cooed while reaching out to his mother and father.

"Poof!" they exclaimed grasping him tightly, Timmy soon joining their embrace.

Everyone in Fairy World just stared at the sight. It had never been done before. But here was baby Poof, in the flesh, reunited with his family. It was truly a remarkable sight. The smiles on the family's faces were the biggest smiles that any of the other fairies had ever seen. And their happiness was contagious. Giant smiles soon started emerging on everyone else's faces as well. Soon all the fairies surrounded the family of four and hoisted them up into the air in celebration.

"Mama, party?" Poof looked up at his mother.

"Yeah, Wanda," smiled Timmy. "Now that we have Poof back we can really celebrate!"

Everyone below them awaited the female's answer, and a sea of roars erupted when she agreed.

"Oh, Poof. I missed you," Wanda nuzzled her son's head, who giggled happily.

"Mama," he hugged her. "Okay."

"Everything is okay, Poof. Everything is finally okay."