Ever Ever After

Chapter Thirty

Ever ever after

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true
Deep down inside we want to believe they still do
And a secret is taught, it's our favorite part of the story
Let's just admit we all want to make it too

Ever ever after

Ever Ever After- Carrie Underwood

It's over. The last chapter of Fire and Ice. I need a moment. Ok, thank you all for reading this series and sending me your input. I really appreciate it. The song might be a bit cheesy, but I like it. It's also in third person, from Ava and Brandon's points of view.

Do not fret though. I am going to go back and fix all of the older stories. Should I completely take them down or just reload a chapter one at a time? Let me know what you think.

I was also thinking about doing one-shots for this story. What do you think? I don't think I could physically not write these characters anymore. I would have to do something. Let me know. If you like the idea, please send me some prompts that I could use. I already have a few in mind. Holiday ones specifically since it is close to the holiday season.

His head was about to burst. Brandon had been waiting for his little sister for a good half hour now, and ten minutes ago he started banging the back of his head against the wall. Kind of stupid now that he thought about it. But if his idiot sister didn't get here soon she was going to be in a heap load of trouble. It didn't help that it was Valentine's Day and all of the lovey-dovey couples were giving him funny looks as they passed. Julia had been so understanding when he told her that he and Ava were going to be spending the day with their parents in Hogsmeade. In fact, she demanded that he go. It had been a good five months since his mum had started her recovery period, and by all of the letters his sister was getting, and the posts in the Daily Prophet, she was doing really well. But the Daily Prophet couldn't be trusted now could it. Especially when they posted the article about the massive fight his parents had. That's what Ava was for; to tell him the facts since he didn't write.

Ava had been writing to them everyday it seemed. Those letters were what kept him satisfied. He still couldn't help but feel guilty whenever he stole one of them from the stash or saw his mum and dad in the paper. After all, it was his fault that she ended up that way, or so he believed. Brandon still had nightmares about that day.

"There you are. I thought we were meeting by the Humpback Witch. I'd been looking for you for ages," Ava broke him from his trance. "Why do you have that look on your face? You were thinking about that day again weren't you?" Nothing could get passed his sister.

"Forget about it," Brandon groaned. "We're already late, and don't give me that bullshit excuse. You were busy chatting it up with Ryan weren't you? I'm going to tell dad."

"Brandon, don't you dare!" Ava punched him in the arm. "All he'll do is pester me about it and then threaten him."

"I'll think about it," he smirked. "Now let's go. We said we would meet them at noon."

"It's going to be so crowded," the girl moaned once they came up to the village, full of couples, friends, and the like. "At least we said the Three Broomsticks and not Puddifoot's."

"That would be a bit awkward don't you think?" Brandon asked, ushering her to the door.

"Maybe, but they have really good hot chocolate," she took a seat at one of the empty booths. "Look at all the couples. A bit sickening isn't it?"

"That's only because you're single, but that's about to change isn't it?" Ava blushed.

"Stop it," she hissed, before ordering four butterbeers. "What time is it?"

"Noon, and there they are," he stared at the door and sure enough, their mother and father entered the pub. Ava jumped up from her seat and greeted them both. Holding onto their mother extra long. She was looking good. Healthy.

"Too old to welcome your parents, Brandon?" he smiled at her. The glasses were a good look for her. "That's what I thought."

"I could never be too old to hug you, Mum," he grinned. "Dad yes, you no. I like the glasses."

"You do?" His mum's nose crinkled. "Now I know how your uncle feels all the time. It sucks not being able to see like I used to." A knife cut further into his heart. Like she used to. God damn it!

"No, Mum, they really look good," Ava announced, reclaiming her seat. "Shall we?"

Things started off rocky in Brandon's opinion. As his sister got into an animated discussion with their dad; he tried his absolute hardest to avoid eye contact with his mum. It was difficult, but he was doing a decent job of it.

"How are your classes going for second term, Brandon?" Draco asked him, sipping on his drink. "The Headmistress sent me an owl saying your marks were improving greatly."

"Um," he thought. "Well, I received perfects on my last three exams if that helps."

"That's wonderful, Brandon," Haylee said.

"Thanks," he could feel his face heating up. "How-how are things at home? Work?"

"Fine," they answered together. Something that Brandon could never understand how they could do. "Work's been slow as you could imagine. How are you and Julia doing? You don't owl us. Did you two get into a fight?"

"No, Mum. Brandon's just been really awkward and anti-social for a while," Ava explained. "But they're fine. I catch them all the time snogging in empty classrooms."

"Me? What about you and Ryan?" Take that little sister.

"Shut up, Brandon-"

"No, continue," Draco interrupted. "What is going on with Ava and this Ryan fellow?"

"Dad, it's nothing. I promise!" Ava pleaded.

"Oh it's definitely not nothing, Dad," Brandon continued. "They talk all the time, and oh look how red she's getting. Don't deny it, Baby Sister."

"Mum, tell him to stop. He's embarrassing me!"

"Ava, you are allowed to like whoever you want. You're old enough now," Haylee smiled at her. "Ignore your brother. He's only trying to play the protective older brother role. And Draco, she's allowed to have a boyfriend. After all, I was fifteen when I started to date you remember?"

"That's completely different," Draco said.

"How?"

"It just it."

"Right," Haylee rubbed her temples.

"Mum, are you alright. Do you need anything?" Ava turned slightly white.

"No," she held up her hand. "I'm fine, it's only a headache. Your aunt told you about these kinds of things happening." There was another stab in Brandon's chest, and it grew whenever he saw the pained look on his father's face.

"Um, I need some air," he excused himself from the group. "It's getting a bit toasty in here." He barged passed the loving couples gazing into one another's eyes. "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this," the boy slammed his fists into the Broomsticks wall.

"Why are you so hard on yourself?" his head jerked up. "It's been five months. Let it go."

"How?" he choked. "This is all my fault! It's my fault that you turned out the way you did! It's my fault that I almost caused another war! And it's my fault that your marriage almost fell apart!"

"Sweetheart, it's not your fault. Stop thinking it is," he cringed when her hands made contact with his shoulders. "Your grandfather caused all of this because he couldn't get passed his old prejudices and pureblood ways. You're father and I; our marriage wasn't falling apart because of you. Sure we may have our fights-"

"A bit of an understatement," he added.

"But your father and I love each other too much for something like a stressful moment to break us apart," she laughed a bit. "I can tell you're beating yourself up about it, but you need to stop torturing yourself. I'm fine as you can clearly see. Put the incident behind you. I did."

"But you'll never be the way you were before!" Brandon exclaimed. "All of those scars won't go away. It's-"he sobbed into her jacket. He let it all out, after months and months of keeping all his emotions inside.

"Do you feel better now?" Haylee asked him, after a few moments.

"Yes," he wiped the remaining tears off of his cheeks. "Thank you."

"Of course, dear. Let's head back inside shall we? It's chilly out here."

"Sounds good to me."

The rest of the afternoon was much better in the young Malfoy's eyes. They were there much longer than they expected. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun. Once the drinks were finished, the Malfoy family started down the cobblestone pathway and halted at the apparition point.

"Thank you for meeting us today. When will we be seeing you again? Easter holiday?" Draco asked.

"Yes, Daddy. Are we still going to Australia? My tan needs work," Ava replied.

"We'll see," he grinned, turning to his wife and offering his arm. "Shall we?"

"Yes, keep up in your classes now children," Haylee slipped her arm through his.

"Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad," the two waved as their parents disappeared into thin air. "I hope I find a love like that some day."

"You and your fairy tale endings," Brandon rolled his eyes, starting towards the castle.

"But they're so much in love. After all this time and after what happened. I want a love that can withstand anything. Did you see the necklace mum was wearing? It was beautiful. Dad got it for her for Valentine's Day and when they get home he's-"

"I don't want to know. It'll give me nightmares."

"Gross, you pervert," Ava smacked him once again. "It's romantic. Something that you can't possibly understand. I don't know how Julia can be with you."

"Speaking of nightmares, and love; I had one the other day. Want to hear it?"

"Do I have much of a choice?"

"Not really, no," he continued. "Anyway, it was a result of the war I think, and I was standing at King's Cross. Dad was there and he looked god awful. Mum wasn't there and he was such a mess."

"Were we there?"

"No," he said. "Neither of us was. Do you remember when dad told us about the war and how mum died but then came back to life? I think my dream was an alternate reality; if mum hadn't come back."

"And you told me about this why?" Ava questioned.

"Well, you said how you want a love that can withstand anything, and how mum and dad love each other so much. I think my dream confirmed that. If mum didn't come back, dad would have been a mess. He was thinning out on the top if you know what I mean."

"Don't tell him that. He would smack you silly," Ava giggled. "I'll see you at dinner."

"I look forward to it," he watched his sister run off to the blond waiting for her by the fountain.

"They're cute aren't they?" Julia came up from behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder, watching the younger students embrace.

"I suppose," he answered, spinning the girl around to face him. "How was your day without me?"

"Horrid," she pouted. "I need you to make it all better. Can you do that for me?"

"I believe I can make this the best day of your life," he smiled. "Your common room or mine?"

"Mine this time if that's alright with you," Julia tugged on his hand, pulling him forward.

"Sounds perfect," he spoke, quickly reaching into his trouser pocket to check and make sure that little, black box was still there. "Very good to me."

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