Finally, here is your last chapter! I am SO incredibly sorry it's taken so long - I completely forgot I even wrote this! Anyway, this is the end. It's also very short, for some reason I can't explain since I wrote it months ago. Hopefully I will find the time to re-write this eventually, and sort it out!

Much love to everyone that's read this, and whoever will read this final chapter.

Alayna

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"Harry?" James whispered, kneeling at his Son's side in the veil room. Ron was leant against one of the stone walls, listening to Fred and George's whispered jokes. Bill and Remus were now studying the empty arch, the former nervously reaching out to pass a hand through the empty gap as though to test it, and found himself still very much alive and in the room. Fred and George noticed this, and so left Ron and began joking around, pushing each other under the arch, the one pushed usually feigning death in one comic way or another.

"Harry?" James repeated, watching his son nervously, Sirius knelt on his other side. Harry's green eyes opened slowly behind his glasses, and the two men moved back as he sat up.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Harry asked. The two men were slightly taken aback, as though they hadn't expected this question in the slightest.

"Well, I would've, except Padfoot over here had a better idea…" James replied, looking to Sirius as though he might explain why he didn't let James kill him.

"Er, well, Harry, I just thought, remembered what you said in your third year at school." he looked slightly awkward, but Harry nodded in understanding. James however, looked clueless, and neither Harry or Sirius felt like enlightening him.

"So it's done then?" James asked, when no one told him what was going on.

"Well," Harry said, laughing as he indicated Fred and George still pretending to die as they walked under the arch, "I think that's evidence enough."

After much effort being made to drag the twins away from what they considered very amusing fun, the group made their way back to Grimmauld Place, the death eaters who had attacked now safely in Azkaban, or as they were surprised to learn, St Mungo's. Apparently some of the spells James and Sirius had used were much more damaging than they had let on.

Lily looked up nervously as she heard the front door open, and hushed voices carrying through the hall. Eventually, James and Sirius entered the living room where she had been dozing in an armchair.

"Everyone else went to visit families and such," James sighed, "and poor ol' padfoot had nowhere to go." he winced slightly as Sirius punched his arm, before leaving to find food in the kitchen.

"So everything's…done?" she asked, uncertain as to whether this was the best question to ask or not.

"Well, Harry had to turn us into vampires so we would survive." he said, grinning and moving suddenly towards her neck. Lily let out a shriek before starting to laugh as James kissed her neck softly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close.

"Well what really happened," Sirius said loudly on entering the room. "If you'd care to listen before you get a bloody room," he added. James and Lily looked over at him, where he was leant against the doorframe eating a lump of cheese. "We just live until we die normally, now. Shame…" he sighed, "I'm going to miss that curtain."

"Ok, Sirius, we get it…" Lily laughed, "Now run along and find some friends, we've got a lifetime of…well," she smiled again as James began kissing her lips this time. Sirius just rolled his eyes and left the room.

"Harry!" Ginny shrieked, getting up from her seat in the kitchen back at their new house. It was barely lived in, since they had been spending most time over at Grimmauld place lately. Harry said nothing, but closed the door behind him, and moving to pull Ginny into a close embrace. "Are you ok?" she breathed, running a hand through his hair and breathing in his scent, that she had been so afraid never to smell again. He merely nodded, moving back slightly from the embrace to cup her face in his hands, kissing her softly. How he had feared this moment would never come, he had thought, as he and his lover enjoyed their reunion.

It is odd to think that after 17 years of not knowing who your parents are, who they were, a sudden reunion an occur. Such objects to bring back the dead are incredibly rare and are, as always, not to be messed with.