Sorry for the wait. I had this ready to go since Saturday, but kept getting this Error Type 2 message every time I tried to post it. So frustrating. Anyway, the final chapter. Enjoy!

"Aurora Sweeney, finally I've cornered you in this puny shack. I'm surprised you managed to evade me for so long, you were never that bright." Voldemort said coldly.

"People change Tom." She started, "You certainly aren't the same boy I knew from Hogwarts."

"You dare-"

"Yes Tom, I do dare. I don't care if you go by Voldemort, to me you'll always be Tom Riddle. It doesn't really matter, I'm going to end up dead no matter what I call you. I'd rather not die begging you for mercy." His wand flew from his hand, Voldemort looked confused, then angry. "Nonverbal spells have always been a specialty of mine, it used to drive my kids crazy. I will give you your wand back, then you can kill me however you please. First I want to talk, and I want you to listen."

"And what if I kill you without a wand?"

"You wouldn't do that, it's not your style. The most powerful wizard in the world doesn't kill with guns and knives. Magic is easier, and it doesn't leave scars for muggle police to find. Let me ask you a question. Did you know I fell in love with you on the first day we met? I had myself sorted into Slytherin because you were. I fancied you from year one to year seven."

"It was obvious that you liked me. I found it quite pathetic how tried to get my attention."

"But I only ever tried to get your attention once, in our final year at Hogwarts. Do you remember, Tom?"

"The details of that day are quite fuzzy to me, I don't remember much of my youth."

"I'm sure you don't. It was my first kiss Tom, I was devastated when you said you didn't feel anything. I assume you aren't familiar with the muggle fairytale Sleeping Beauty."

"I have no time for Muggle fairytales."

"I'll spoil the ending for you, the princess is awoken from a deep sleep by a kiss from her true love. That's what I tried to do by kissing you, wake you up, show you what love is. At that time, I felt I failed. The kiss didn't wake you up, you still didn't love me, or anyone else for that matter. But as the years passed, I discovered something. The kiss woke me up, to the truth. I just need to put the pieces together.

"I've kissed many people since you, I'm sure you're aware. I've kissed young men, old men, tall, short, purebloods, muggle-borns, muggles. Once when I was incredibly drunk I kissed someone who I'm sure was part troll. Eugh... not my best memory. I've learned something from these kisses. I can sense from them the men that truly love me, and the ones that don't. I've only been kissed by two men who loved me. One is my late husband, Peter. Can you guess the other?"

"I don't know, that O'Donnell boy?"

"No, not Matt. I could tell kissing him that he cared for me, but loved someone else. You do know he married Jane, right? The other man is you. That's right Tom, you loved me. It's why you pulled me in and kissed me back so passionately. It's why you took interest when I said yes to the date with Matt. While everyone else was looking at Matt doing that crazy dance, you looked at me. It's why whenever we got to pick partners, you always picked me, unless Jane got to me first. It's why you helped me pick up my books when I dropped them on the stairs. I saw you laugh at other kids for dropping their stuff, you didn't laugh at me."

"That's preposterous! I never loved you nor anyone else."

"You say that, but I don't believe it. You know what else Tom, I think you still love me. Why are you here to kill me personally? Why not send Death Eaters to do it for you? You didn't want them to hurt me, I hear some of them are vicious murderers. With you it's a flick of the wrist and then you're dead. You also wanted to see me alive one more time. Why do you want me dead? Not because I'm a blood traitor who likes muggles, but because you see love as a weakness. I make you weak. You stopped kissing me that one day because you felt love, and love makes you weak, and we can't have a weak Voldemort can we?

"The sorting hat told me once you would never understand how I felt. I was confused by what it meant. Now I know, you will never understand that love isn't a weakness, but a strength. I'm so much stronger because I have people who love me. I was warned about you by people that I love. I was kept hidden from you by people that love me. I've been happy because I've been surrounded by people who love me and I love back. You,on the other hand, have been miserable because you have no one."

"If love was so strong, why am I about to kill you? Where are those friends of yours that kept you safe?"

"That's my doing. I love my friends so much, I didn't want them to sacrifice so much for me anymore. I told them I didn't want to run from you anymore. My love for them made them stronger. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make. That and I wanted to face you Tom. Even after everything, I still don't think I've ever gotten over you. When people look at you, they see a monster. I see the handsome young boy you were over 30 years ago." Aurora kissed him on the mouth. He didn't return it, she hadn't expected him to, but for a fraction of a second, his snakelike eyes seemed almost human.

"I can tell from a kiss if someone truly loves me, and Tom, you're still in love with me. Now I'm done, here's your wand, do what you must. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll feel some remorse." She threw the wand towards him, and stared him down as he raised up, she wasn't going to cower in fear of her murderer.

"Avada Kedarva" Voldemort shouted, without any hesitation.

She saw a flash of green light, and then, nothing.

"My Lord," One of his servants asked "Is she dead?"

"Yes." he answered quietly, "Now leave."

"Are you alright?" The servant asked, staring at the face of his master.

"Yes, I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

"Are you... crying, My Lord?"

"No I am not crying. I am Lord Voldemort. I do not cry. Now GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" The masked servant ran out with out another word. Maybe he shouldn't have been to harsh on him. She said he was miserable because he had no one, maybe if he wouldn't be if he confided in someone. He couldn't. He couldn't let anyone see him when he was so vulnerable, so weak.

Muggle police were baffled when they found a middle age woman lying dead on the floor. They couldn't find a cause. There was no evidence of a struggle or of a break in. When they took her to get an autopsy, there was no medical cause for her to die. No heart attack, no blocked airway, no poisoning, nothing. She was perfectly healthy, except that she was dead. They ruled her cause of death as unknown. Wizards knew exactly how she died, and knew exactly who had done it, but there was one small detail even they couldn't explain. Most of You-Know-Who's victims died looking terrified, she had a satisfied smile etched on her face.

And that is the end. Did Voldemort love Aurora? That's up to you to decide. I hoped you liked it.