Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by the brilliant mind that is J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.

A/N: I can't believe we're here, the last chapter! Anyway I just want to thank every single person who has reviewed, favorited, followed or even just took the time to read this story. It's my first shot at writing and I appreciated all of your patience and encouragement, you guys have been amazing. Also this is the first story in a series I have mapped out in my head, so keep a look out for the next part of Ky's adventures! Until next time,

Kalina

Epilogue

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Harry glared back at me as I took the photo out of the Polaroid camera. I shook it and stared at it. You couldn't see the bottom of his face as it was obscured by cream. Fred and George still hadn't stopped laughing and Mi handed Harry a tissue with a suppressed grin. Ron was on the floor, laughing at the damage he had done.

Harry didn't take the offered tissue, grabbed me and pulled me to his face, wiping the cake onto my hair.

"Hey! That's cheating! You had a chance and you missed!"

"I did not! I was ambushed! And stabbed in the back by my best friend."

I managed to wriggle out of his grip and quickly hid behind Ron, who finally managed to compose himself.

"It was his idea!"I pointed at Ron, who gasped at me and then looked back at Harry.

"Mine? Mate you know me, would I do that to you?" Harry glared at Ron and then softened,

"Yeah. It's not your style at all."Ron sighed and looked back at me with a cocked eyebrow,

"See I told you he'd take m-"

He couldn't finish the sentence as his mouth and nose and ears where filled with cake, he turned and looked at Harry who smirked back at catching him unaware.

"OK! Enough! I'm sure Kinky worked really hard on this cake and you lot are just wasting it."

Ron shrugged and dug a chunk out of his ear and tossed it into his mouth, "Whose wasting Mione? Right Harry?"

Harry shook his head at him and wiped himself with a towel.

It all started when Kinky brought me a Birthday cake in the boys' dorm, then Mi insisted on formalities.

After she had said a very touching speech and Fred and George lit the candles (which of course where Dr Fillibusters that blew up half the cake) and I made a wish and then Harry and Ron offered to feed me the cake (what was left). I convinced Ron however to mess Harry instead of me…I mean who would ever suspected that?

There was a light knock on the door and we all turned to see the missing Hogwarts Weasley. She hovered on the threshold. I then realised everyone was looking at me.

"Come in."Seriously, after all the crap that happened, were people honestly going to expect me to hold a grudge against Ginger here.

She assessed the room as she walked in and then our eyes met. Her brown eyes had a determined glint and her jaw was tight. She looked like she was trying to down something that tasted nastier than Nessie's attempt at chicken ala king. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. There was only one thing that was so hard for a stubborn girl to do.

"It's OK."

I didn't need the apology. In light of everything that happened, a few slanders against my character are nothing to bitch about.

"No it isn't Ky, I was wrong and I-"

"Yeah yeah I know, learnt your lesson. Here have a piece of cake."

I held out the plate for her but she put her hand up, "No Ky, let me apologise. I feel terr-"

"I know. Just chill. It's all good. Here."

Her face went slightly red, "No. Let me get this off my chest. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have-"

"Said all that crap, yeah I know. I'm cool with it. Cake."

"Why won't you let me apologise!"

"Why do you want to so badly! I'm doing you a favour, just drop it."

"I don't need favours from you! I'm man enough to say sorry on my own, ok?"

"Look Gin you don't have to convince me on your manliness. Your arms say enough-"

"How dare you! You're one to talk with those hands!"

"My hands? Just because you have unnaturally small hands for a human being Miss T-Rex, does not make my hands manly!"

I was stopped by a cloud of brown descending on me. I wiped at the cream and looked around the guffawing people for the source.

"Well someone had to do something about you two. You're being ridiculous. Ky, Ginny is sorry for what she said about you. Ginny, Ky is sorry for not letting you apologise and I am so so so so sorry for physically abusing you. I mean even though it was justified I should not have succumbed to violent urges and I hope that you can accept my apology." Mi wiped the left over cream from her hand with a no-nonsense look on her face.

I looked back at the red haired, cream dripping from her strands. Our eyes met and I turned back to Mi,

"Group hug?" I asked, smiling innocently.

"Of course…after you lot clean that mess off your-"

Ginny and I already had her in a tight hug as the room, already messed with cake, echoed with Mi's screams of surrender.

"Happy Birthday Kitten."

I looked up from my cauldron. I was released from the Hospital wing this morning, and once I extricated myself from Harry, Ron and Mi I came down here. He tossed the wand at me and I caught it. I smiled at the familiar smooth feeling; he must have gotten it from Blishwick when he knocked him out. I tossed his one at him.

"How did you find out it's my birthday?"

"I make it my mission to find out everything about you."

"Is that so? Thank you." He knew what it was for and he smirked.

"Thank you, this bump was just what my head was missing."

I climbed on the stool to get the valerian sprigs, "I thought it was the safest option. He would have killed you."

"Probably. Who knew that idiot Blishwick could be related to someone that powerful." He started chopping up the poppy roots.

"With him gone now, whatever would you do with your time? You were doing such a good job of protecting me from Barriston…until the very end there."

He laughed, stopping his work on the roots due to the excessive movements of his shoulders, "Caught in the act. You didn't work it out till the very end though, admit it. You'd be amazed how determined that little fucker was to exact revenge. Following you all over the place once you got back from…wherever you were those months. Lucky I had my father's invisibility cloak."

"I know he's a death eater by the way. Don't worry; I didn't let anyone know what a hero you are. Best not risk it getting to his ears."

I added the root and sprigs to the cauldron and swirled it. It finally made sense why I didn't tell Nonno about Theo's involvement, that image of a death eater that kept cropping up…to think a death eater's son would be the one to save me in the end…

He smirked, "There you go again."

"What?" I looked up, getting lost in the perfect purple swirls of the potion.

"Being bizarre. Aren't you going to ask why I did all of this?" Theo leant against the table, his eyes shining with…amusement?

I turned to face him, "I don't need to, I know why."

"Is that so? Humour me." An accompanying grin for his amused eyes flittered across his face.

"Because you're a good person." I held his hazel gaze, determined for him to see the sincerity in the sentence.

The grin turned to a smile, "That does humour me actually."

"It's the truth, you are. Now tell me what bizarre reason you cooked up."

"You don't bore me. I like having you around. Blishwick's and my interests were conflicting."

I laughed at that, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Teddy Bear."

"What? Kitten, don't call me that."

"Call you what, Teddy Bear."

"I'm beginning to regret saving your arse."

"Kyrianna…."

I turned around at the unfamiliar voice; he definitely didn't know me,

"It's Ky." I snapped whilst turning around. I closed my mouth quickly seeing that it was the boy that had called him that day.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know. Err…..here."

He shoved a package into my hand and I looked at him quizzically. He looked down,

"He was….he was…he was supposed to give it to you on your birthday. It is the 30th right?"

I looked down at the neatly wrapped light grey package, "I don't understand."

"It's a gift…a birthday-"

"I know…I mean…we only…that day."

The feel of the smooth package was distracting me, the familiar grey absorbing the words that I struggled to get out.

"Oh." He held my gaze, a sad smile on his face. "He was going to break up with Cho that day whether you went to him or not. He had that wrapped since…November I think. I know he would want you to have it…"

"I don't deserve it." I held the package out to him, my eyes stoically pointing to the floor. He gently pushed it back,

"Don't say that. Cedric cared for you. I've never seen him happier than when he spoke of you…I like to remember him like that…the Ky smile."

Before I could look back up at him…he was gone…leaving nothing but the soft taps of receding footsteps in his wake.

I looked at the package. I undid the ribbon and a large bronze number seven shorn up at me. I picked up the small piece of parchment,

I never thought it possible to fly without a broom….you proved me wrong. You took me to places higher than this Jersey has, but even if I had to win this tournament, nothing would make me prouder than to see you sporting my name…C.D

I ran my hand over the lettering, dark yellow spots forming on the jersey, seeping and spreading. I quickly pushed it back into the wrapping and turned as I heard footsteps. Mi emerged from the library, her hands full of books.

"Sorry for making you wait so long. I couldn't decide whether I needed Tattersons or Molworths and then I realised we have more potions assignments than transfiguration so I had to make room for Jiggers. They really should allow us more books to borrow from the library over the holiday…it really isn't fair…"She trailed off when she saw the package in my hand.

"Another birthday gift? Is it Ron's? Mr Weasley was so excited to go on a mission to buy muggle clothes. Do you like the tee? I think John Len…"

She had taken the package from my limp hand and removed the wrapping. She ran her hand over the large bronze seven and the large letters. She looked up at me, tears welled in her eyes, damned only by her eyelids, one blink away from spilling.

"Ky…"

I took the package and shrunk it and placed it in my pocket, knowing what needed to be done. I smiled at her and that seemed to scare her more,

"So I am famished! Why don't you go ahead and meet Harry and Ron at the feast and I'll catch up with you, I need to see Albuello about something quickly."

I turned and walked away quickly, ignoring Mi's shouts. I took the stairs two at a time until I reached his office. Before I could knock the doors opened to reveal Nonno and… his parents.

They looked shocked for a second, and I quickly looked down. It was strange, but for a boy he took most of his features from his mother. The hair. The eyes.

"Kyrianna…"

I looked up quickly and met them again. Those dark grey eyes. Powerful clear swirls. She looked back at me, a sorrow that could not be described etched on her delicate features. I reached into my pocket and felt the cold paper. I didn't deserve this. She should have it. They both should. Not me. Yet my fingers froze on the cold wrapping paper and I couldn't take my hand out of my pocket. Nonno looked at me and then quickly looked at the Diggory's. It was his father that spoke first.

"Hello dear."

He smiled down at me and I was so wrong. He was his father's son, the smile was an exact replica albeit laced with pain, that tugged at my chest. "Well we better be off Albus. Thanks again…for everything."

Nonno muttered to them and walked to the floo. Just before Mrs Diggory went into the fireplace she stared at me. It must be mother's intuition. She must know who I am. Nonno turned around as the embers faded back to red.

"May I escort you to the feast?"

"May I please stay here?" I didn't want to go to that feast and watch…it all. I didn't want to hear it all. I didn't want people.

Nonno nodded solemnly, he walked towards me patted my head affectionately. "Anything."

I nodded, a weight descending on my shoulder and I ran my hand through his silky feathers, Fawkes weight nothing in comparison to the one lying on my heart. I heard the soft click of the door has Nonno made his exit…I walked to the fireplace, running my hand across the stone…

"I believe that was carved by Gryffindor himself."

I turned and looked at Nonno from my place at the fireplace. Linus and Lenzo had just left, leaving me staring at the now empty scarlet flames. I could still smell Len's cologne…there was something different about…

"Where are they going?"

Nonno stood from his seat and walked to the window, looking out at his school.

"You know this office was chosen as the Headmasters because of the view."

I stared at the golden swirls on his scarlet robe.

"What do you see Kyrianna?"

I looked passed the scarlet robe and out the window, "The forest, the lake, the mountains, the pathway to the gates…"

He placed his hand on my shoulder, when did I walk up next to him?

"I see the Weasley twins sneaking into the Forbidden forest on their second night at Hogwarts, I see James Potter and Sirius Black turning the black lake into a pool for a day, I see Remus Lupin howling on the mountain….and I see Harry Potter…walking up that pathway in his first year…his second…"

"You've seen a lot Nonno."I really had no idea where this was going.

"I have Kyrianna. That's why this office is the Headmasters."

I looked up at Nonno, he had a painful expression on his face, "So you can spy on your students." I laughed but it was as fake as my attempted smile.

"No…no…" He humoured me with a smile that pained me with its forced nature, "Entryways Kyrianna. The forest…the lake…the mountains and the pathway. As Headmaster of Hogwarts it is your job to protect your castle and its inhabitants."

I leant my head against his chest, not even reaching his shoulder, "It's not your fault Nonno…"

"This isn't the first time I failed to protect a student Kyrianna. It is a painful feeling to which I cannot describe and do not wish for you to ever feel. It is a feeling that I will never get used to but a feeling that drives me to protect. But this feeling…" He touched his heart, his long fingers caressing my head at the same time, "Is an old, bolder, fiercer feeling. It pains to fail my students. But it is unbearable to fail my family." I felt a drop on my head and I didn't dare look up, I could never bear to see my Nonno this way.

"Nonno-"

"I will protect you."It was dragonstone. His voice. It was unmovable and unbreakable like dragonstone and it rang with conviction. And it wasn't directed to just me. It was directed to the forest, and the lake, and the mountain and the pathway. To the Weasleys', the Mauraders, to Harry…to us all. And that feeling of difference that I felt five minutes ago when my brothers hugged me, I felt it wash all over me from my grandfather. It was the feeling of a determined heart whose hands held the object of their protection.

"They're looking for him, aren't they?"

"Yes. It was no use to try and talk them out of it…the stubbornness of youth."

I ran my hand over the fireplace that had taken my brothers away days ago. Sev had said that it was dangerous. But Nonno hadn't stopped them. Stubbornness of youth aside if he thought they couldn't handle it he would have held them here against their will. I looked into the scarlet flames as if hoping…praying…that they would glow green again and bring back my boys.

Harry, Ron and Mi stood on the front steps. The whole school was bustling past us.

"It's so unfair you get to live here, I mean you have the library-"

"Forget the library, the quidditch pitch!"

"Oh Ronald, do you think of anything else."

"What? Of course I do, I'm a complex mind…."

I hugged Ron and tried carrying him, he wouldn't budge. It did stop the argument. He laughed and hugged-carried me. He placed me back on my feet and then I engulfed Mi. I wasn't sad, I knew I would see her soon.

I then looked at Harry. I stared into his green orbs and wrapped my arms slowly around him, listening to his heart. I didn't know what the future held….well not until my next premonition. But I made a choice the other night. To trust Harry. To trust this heart and these hands around me. Because it was this heart that would beat Voldemort. These hands that would avenge.

I let go and they walked away. Leaving me standing alone on the doorstep, letting my fake smile fall away….seeing only empty grey eyes.

A/N: That's the end to the first story in the series and the end of fourth year…I hope you guys enjoyed it and I will be putting the second story up in November sometime…until then thank you for giving Ky a chance! Please review! Feeling kind of emotional after pressing that complete button, I can't believe I finished the story!

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

Kalina