A/N: This takes place at the end of 25 when Emily disapparates from the street in Muggle London.

Chapter 27

She reappeared in Hogsmeade. Her body was in terrible condition, but she had to move fast. There was no telling what Dumbledore might do to keep Harry away from her. Donning on her old disguise as a professor, she was unhappy to see that the disguise the ring gave her did not hide the wounds. So much for playing the professor card to Dumbledore's face.

Silently thanking the amount of times Harry had shown her the Marauder's Map, she slipped into Honeydukes, making her way to the basement. He had told her of this hidden passage, and she was glad that she had the knowledge at such a pivotal moment.

Quickly making her way through the tunnel with her ability to fly, the magic use still eating away at her body, as she came to the base of the one-eyed witch statue within minutes, and spoke the password, "Dissendium." A hole above her head appeared, as a slide made its way down to her feet, but she didn't pay it any mind. She simply ascended through the hole and made her way through the school.

She didn't bother second guessing where Dumbledore would take him. The old man would have him in the infirmary, and he would be standing guard himself. While Emily was in no state to face off against the man again, she was would if she had to, but she would first try subtlety. A sneak attack would be far more effective.

She finally made it to the Hospital wing, and silently approached. Placing her ear to the door she could could hear her lover speaking to the headmaster. A perfect time to kill the man, if she actually thought she had the strength. She gently prodded the handle and was not surprised to find it locked. Gently reaching out with her magic to sense for any locking spells, she found none, but was pulled from her concentration by the sudden jerk of the locked door.

"Open the door, Professor Dumbledore."

"I'm afraid I can't do-"

"OPEN THE DOOR! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK, LET ME OUT!"

It was when he started yelling at the man that she acted. A silent unlocking spell had the door swinging out towards her and she only just barely had time to pull his body away from the red light that streaked past them.

"Run to the one-eyed witch." Though she wanted to embrace him, hold him tightly, they didn't have time. His eyes locked onto hers for the briefest moment and she knew he felt the same relief that she did. He set off immediately afterwards, while she made a quick plan to stall her most hated enemy. She could already hear the headmaster approaching the door so she slammed it shut, locked it, fused the door to the wall and even went the extra mile of conjuring up a handful of deadly poisonous snakes. Maybe she'd get lucky and he wouldn't make it past them in his haste before one bit him.

Emily didn't waste any more time, following the path Harry had made, glad that it was well into the night. No one would be around to impede her. Even if there were, she had already handled the other three professor's who might have stood a chance in slowing her down. Perhaps Vector could have put up a fight too.

Suddenly she heard a great explosion from behind her and knew that the old man had decided to put a hole in the wall. Finally making it to the passage she was happy to see it already open, but angry to see her Harry's head still poking out of it, looking for her.

"GO!"

His head ducked down, and she could only assume he was running down the passage. She leapt down into the hole, sliding down the slide and could hear him ahead of her. Pushing her body into a dead sprint, she caught up with him quickly enough. She didn't even bother trying to reach the end, waiting until she knew they had passed the anti-apparition points on the Hogwarts grounds, before grabbing his waist and with a scream of pain and a final sharp crack, they disappeared.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw sand. His head throbbed and he wondered if he had landed on it. With a pained groan, he pulled himself to his feet and looked around him. He was at the beach. But where was...

He saw her laying face up a few feet away, her blood making tiny rivers in the sand. Her eyes were looking at him, and she was smiling. He wanted to return the smile, but one look at her body made that impossible. She was covered in bleeding sores.

"God, Emily what did he do to you after I went down."

"Not much actually. This is all my own doing."

He gaped at her, certain she was joking, but it didn't matter, he had to help her. "What can I do for you?"

"Some basic healing spells. Use my wand. Won't fix the wounds, but they'll stop the bleeding and take most of the pain away." Harry got to work, glad to see the bleeding stop, but still wincing at the sight of her abused body.

"This is my fault. I should've helped more. Instead I go down in the first few seconds and left you alone."

She gave a weak chuckle, "If you hadn't of blocked that stunner, I'd have gone down faster. Good work, by the way. That was impressive."

"I learned from the best. Where are we? Do we need to move?"

"We're in France, love. Just like I told you we'd be. Though I conserved as much power as I could and only brought us to the edge. There is a town about three hundred meters, that way." She weakly pointed to her left. "You should be able to see it. Help me up, lets get there."

He pulled her up, as gently as he could, and wrapping an arm around her, with one of her arms draped over his neck, he slowly began moving them towards the nearby settlement. "What's the plan?"

"Take my wand and summon some useless muggle's wallet and get us a room. I need to rest and I refuse to do so on the street."

"Such a thug Emily, already committing petty theft."

"You'll be doing it, not me."

"Fair point." He laughed, no longer able to contain his joy. They had done it. They were free. Just minutes ago, he had almost lost his memory to his headmaster, but everything was better now. He had Emily, they had each other, and the future was going to have endless possibilities.

"What's so funny?" She rasped.

"You Emily Riddle are the most amazing woman to ever exist."

"Hmmm, flattery will get you everywhere, but I'm not sleeping with you until I can do so without bleeding all over you." She smiled at him, and his heart felt lighter because of it.

"So, Harry, why don't you tell me that story about how you altered time."

"Sure."

A/N: Yea, this one... this is the one. It wasn't big, and I actually expected not to get the last chapter out til the end of the week, but it just flowed so easily. But finally having it on paper (or word document) I can tell that this is where its going. The story just grew too much from where I first had it. And I knew it had, I just didn't want to admit my lack of control as to where the fuck this rabbit hole leads. I hope you guys enjoyed the ride. I'm officially changing the story's title to English. Power is Control. Though I won't be posting book 2 til January, I will post some vignettes over the next three months, showing extra scenes that we didn't get to see here. I'll also pay up on my promise and try to write out the lemons. Eesh, fun times. Thank you guys for helping me through this especially: solidmentalgrace, TheGreatBubbaJ, smurr79, Fanagir, , and deepdiver. Your views and opinions really helped me develop this and I appreciate it more than you know.

(thanks to Fanagir for pointing out my mistake in 26, missed that one.)