LILY POTTER AND THE FINAL PROPHECY

Warning – This is the sequel to Harry Potter, Time Traveler and Lily Potter and the Change of Time. If you have not read either of these stories I would highly recommend it as this story will get very confusing. You may not recognize many of the characters and may have no idea what is going on if you do not read it.

Summary – It is Lily Potter's final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it will be her most memorable. In her final year, with the help of her friends, Lily must face many obstacles; boys, relationships, rivalries, new teachers, her NEWTS, the threat of Voldemort and the newly written prophecy, and not to mention being on the edge of finding out the identity of her true, biological mother. Now, Lily must overcome these obstacles to fight the final battle against Voldemort. It is the final battle between good and evil and only one can prevail…

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the Harry Potter world. They all belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. However, while I do not own tHeir names, the characters and the personality traits of Lily Potter, Eddie Weasley, Daris Malfoy, Christof Nott, as well as Asher Lazard and Robyn Andrews all belong to me.


Epilogue – The Mistress of Magic:

"Mr. Weasley?" a gentle voice came from above, shaking the elder man awake. Ron awoke with a start and began scratching his graying red hair.

"Oh, I'm sorry Davanee," he said with a croaky voice when his eyes readjusted to the light. "I was just sitting here and I suppose I fell asleep. My apologies if I got you in trouble…"

"It's quite alright Mr. Weasley," she said a reassuring smile. "I just wanted to remind you that visiting hours end in five minutes. Normally, I'd let you stay but my boss caught me letting you stay after hours and-"

"It is fine Davanee," Ron said with a smile as he got up from the chair. "I thank you for all that you've done for me and my wife these last few years. Really…"

"Of course Mr. Weasley," said Davanee, chuckling softly. "It is what I am here for." Ron shared a chuckle and turned back to his sleeping wife.

Hermione had been in a coma for eight years now. The doctors and nurses claimed that she would never come out and that it was just better to let her pass away. But Ron would here none of it, knowing that one day his wife would come back to him and his children.

Both Teresa and little Anne had grown up. Anne was now in her first year at Hogwarts, sorted into Gryffindor just like the rest of the family. She was also very shy and humble, but had inherited her mother's brains. Anne reminded Ron so much of her mother, with her bushy red hair and big almond shaped brown eyes.

Teresa had now entered her fifth year at Hogwarts. According to her record and the constant owls Ron got about her behavior, Teresa had taken much after her uncles; Fred and George Weasley. She was considered very mischievous, but at the same time, very humorous and intelligent. She had also been sorted into Gryffindor and as proud as Ron was over, he sometimes worried if Teresa would look after Anne while the two of them were at Hogwarts; as Anne seemed to need extra protection and care. One thing was for sure, she definitely did not take after their parents for she did not receive the honor of being prefect. Ron did not care about this though; he was proud of her no matter what.

Then, there was his son, Edward. Ron, Ginny, Teresa, Anne, nor Lily, no one had heard from Eddie since he had left England to attend the magical university in the United States eight years ago. No one had received an owl or any word from him. Everyone, except Lily, had sent him many owls and notes, hoping to hear something from him. But everything went unanswered. They knew he was still alive because the owls always managed to deliver him the letters and packages. It was as though Eddie had willingly fallen off the face of the planet.

Ron knew Hermione would never accept this kind of behavior from Eddie, but she was still in her coma and Ron was much too stressed with working and trying to raise his two daughters on his own to go to the States and straighten Eddie out. Ginny and Fred had tried to help raising the girls as often as they could, but there was only so much they could do. In truth, Ron felt lost without his wife. Several times Fred tried to get Ron to see other people but he insisted that his heart was with and always will be with Hermione; alive, coma, or dead.

Ron was now working at Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The heavily scarred Neville Longbottom had become Headmaster after his term as Minister of Magic had ended. Neville never married due to his low self-esteem because of his scarred face, so he dedicated his life to teaching by becoming the Herbology professor and now acclaimed Headmaster. Ron knew both Albus Dumbledore and Hermione would be proud with Neville's work as Headmaster. And when Neville asked Ron to work as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he could not say no and has had successfully taught in the post for almost six years now. He was very comfortable and happy with it; especially since he got to see and spend time with his daughters so often.

Ginny and Fred continued to run the successful joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and lived together in a two bedroom flat above the shop until Fred married and started his own family, but continued to run the joke shop beside his sister. It was almost like Ginny felt she had to take George's place, for the sake of Fred. Unfortunately, Ginny remained unmarried; claiming that Harry was the only man for her and no other man could measure up to him. But she always stayed very close to Lily, claiming that she was the daughter that she never had with Harry, and Lily moved into Fred's bedroom after he had moved out with his new wife, Angelina Johnson Weasley.

Ron heard familar loud clanks coming down the hall and he smiled to himself as he turned around to see Asher and his wife, Yvonne, standing in the doorway of Hermione's hospital room.

Asher had not changed a bit since he graduated from Hogwarts with the exception of his legs of course. His face had become handsome with masculine, yet soft features, soft brown hair that fell into his eyes and his stormy gray eyes which were always dancing with amusement. His childish sense of humor, however, never changed.

"Asher!" Ron said with a smile. He got up and embraced the boy who had become like a son to him in the past eight years tightly. "How are you?"

"Fantastic!" he said with a smile, "just had my legs checked up on and cleaned."

He lifted the leg of his pants and Ron smiled. Asher had gotten rid of his legs which were no longer of use to him and created a spell that gave him fake legs. However, being fake legs, they made him walk with a limp so he constantly carried around with a cane. It was a gold cane with the Hogwarts crest engraved on the side, hence the loud clanking one always heard when he was walking by. Ron thought it was a sin that a young man of twenty-five had to walk with a cane.

Yvonne and Asher continued to date long after they graduated from Hogwarts and had been married for almost two years now. Yvonne was currently pregnant with their first child and Ron could not have been happier for the young couple. It was the kind of future he had always imagined for Eddie and Lily, but if the two of them could not have it, at least someone else he cared about could.

"Are you here to see Hermione?" Ron asked. Asher smiled brightly.

"We actually visited her this morning," he said simply. "We actually came to see if you wanted to have dinner with Yvonne and myself tonight. We're heading to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, so it won't be out of your way."

"And we'd be delighted if you invited Teresa and Anne," added Yvonne. "They're always entertaining to have around. Teresa always makes me laugh."

"That sounds great," said Ron with a smile. "Let me just say good-bye to my wife and send the girls an owl."

"Okay, we'll give you some privacy," said Yvonne, taking Asher's hand and leading him down the hall. "We'll meet you in the lobby, Ron?"

"Sure. See you in a bit," said Ron, turning back to give Hermione a tender kiss on the forehead.


Yvonne nearly had water squirt out of her nose as Teresa told them of the latest prank she had pulled on the Gryffindor boys for teasing little Anne. Even Anne could not help but chuckle at the sight of the boys not being able to speak, but simply croak as frogs.

"It was great! And the only way the spell could be reversed is if Anne here kissed them on the cheek," Teresa said proudly. "It's the last time those boys tease a Weasley!"

"Did you kiss any of them yet?" Asher asked eagerly. Anne blushed.

"Of course she hasn't!" Teresa nearly shouted, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. "She's way too shy! Why do you think I chose that curse in particular?"

Once again, everyone roared with laughter and Anne blushed harder. Ron's heart melted at the sight of his youngest daughter and pulled her into a small embrace to comfort her shyness.

At that precise moment, a group of Aurors came bursting into the Three Broomsticks and looked around the room, and when they set their eyes on Ron, they walked right over to him.

"Mr. Weasley, we got an emergency call from you? Your fiancé has been kidnapped?" One of the Aurors, which looked like the leader of the group, asked Ron firmly, yet urgently. Ron raised a confused eyebrow.

"Fiancé?" Anne whispered. "Dad?"

"You have a fiancé dad?" Teresa snapped angrily. "Bloody hell! When in the bloody hell were you going to tell us?"

"Watch your mouth, Teresa Molly Weasley!" Ron said sternly before turning to the guards. "I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake. I made no such call and I have no fiancé. I am a married man."

"Well, we received a call from a Mr. Weasley claiming his fiancé had been kidnapped. He claims to have received a ransom note stating that she was brought here to England. She is American, I believe?" the head Auror asked, reading off a small slip of paper. "You stated that you'd have no other Auror except the best to help find her."

"American…" Ron mumbled to himself. Then, it dawned on him. "Oh my, Merlin! My son!"

"I beg your pardon sir?"

"Son? Dad, you mean Eddie?"

"Dad, what the bloody hell is going on here?"

"Ron…"

"My son has been living in America for the last eight years. I don't know if he is engaged or not but it might be him. He is a Mr. Weasley." Ron explained. "Wait, Ed is engaged and she's been kidnapped to England? Bloody hell…"

"Eddie is engaged?" Asher asked eagerly.

At that moment, an owl came bursting into the Three Broomsticks and dropped a letter into the Head Auror's hands and flew off. The Auror hastily opened the letter and read it quickly before looking at his followers.

"Mr. Weasley is at the Ministry," he explained, "We've confronted the wrong Mr. Weasley. Let's head out then."

"Wait!" Ron said urgently, pushing Teresa out of his way and her swearing loudly. "What is Mr. Weasley's first name?"

"When he moved, he changed his name to Mr. Edward Whesley, but his real name is Mr. Edward Weasley," the Auror explained, then looked back up at Ron. "Is he your son?"

"Yes…" Ron whispered, looking at the group of Aurors in awe. "May…may I come with you to…to see him? I haven't seen him in eight years…"

"If he is your son, we don't see a problem," said the Head Auror. "Come with us." With those words, Ron grabbed both Teresa and Anne, said a hasty good-bye and apology to both Asher and Yvonne, and followed the group of Aurors to the Ministry.

As the Weasleys and the Aurors Apparated from the Three Broomsticks, Asher jumped to his feet, his eyes widened.

"Merlin…" he whispered in awe. "Yvonne…Eddie Weasley is back!"


"Why are you asking me all these questions?" a man, about six foot, with fiery red hair, chestnut eyes, and face load of freckles shouted as she slammed his fist down against Miranda Michael's desk. Miranda Michaels was Head of the Auror Department in the Ministry of Magic. "Why aren't you out there finding my fiancé?"

Miranda could not help but notice how this man had a combination of both an American accent and a British accent and it sounded rather humorous to her, but she tried as hard as she could not to laugh at it; especially since his circumstances were dire at the moment and it was not a time for laughter.

"Mr. Weasley, please," Miranda said softly, holding up hands in a comforting, yet defensive manner. "You claimed you wanted the best Auror that the Ministry has to offer…and considering the money you're offering us, we're trying to get in touch with someone we have in mind."

"Well where is he?"

At that moment, footsteps came running up the corridor and stepped dead at the doorway of Miranda's office.

"Ed," came a voice from outside the office, near the doorway. The tall man with fiery red hair and freckles eyes slowly widened and he sucked in a deep, nervous breath, immediately recognizing the voice "Son?"

Ed Weasley turned around and faced the man now standing in Miranda's office. Eddie was astonished at how poorly his father, Ron, had aged. His hair, now hardly red, but was graying drastically. Freckles were not the only thing that covered his face; but now had aging wrinkles from both normal aging process of time and stress. His warm brown eyes were no longer sparkling and full of joy, but tired, old, and worn down by stresses of his life.

"Hi dad," he said, trying to contain his composure and to sound as casual as possible, despite that his guilt was eating at him..

"Ed…" Ron whispered, as he dashed forward and embraced his son tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. "Oh, Ed…how could you? How could you abandon us all here? We've had no word from you, no letters, nothing…for eight years!"

"I'm sorry…I was just busy…" said Eddie, awkwardly. But he could not finish his insincere apology because Ron had abruptly pulled away from Eddie's embrace and slapped him straight across the face.

"Busy? You were too busy to write one bloody letter to see if your mother had woken up or if she was even alive? I bet you didn't even know that your dear friend, Asher is married and his wife is now pregnant with their first child? I bet you don't even know what year your two sisters are in at Hogwarts, or who they are? Do you? DO YOU?" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. Eddie looked down at his feet for a moment, before looking back up at his father, a glaring look in his chestnut eyes.

"I'm not a child anymore, dad," Eddie snapped. "I'm twenty-five years old. I will do as I wish."

"You can do as you wish," Ron said just as angrily. "I just want you to know that your mother would be ashamed of you. I, however, am just disappointed." At this, Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Dad, my fiancé has been kidnapped and I am here to find her, not to receive a lecture from you!" Eddie snapped before turning back to Miranda. "And about this Auror you promised me? Where is he?"

"You're bloody ridiculous. You don't you even want to see your sisters? I brought them with me," said Ron, sounding cynical and cold. "Teresa, Anne, would you come here please?" Eddie whipped around about to blow up at his father but the sight of the fifteen year old girl and the eleven year old girl standing anxiously and wide-eyed before him made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Anne? Teresa?" he asked through a tiny whisper. Both girls nodded. "When did you two grow up? You girls are practically women!"

"Not so much Anne here, but I'm almost there," Teresa said coolly, white quietly nudging Anne in a joking manner.

"Oh wow…"

"You're engaged?" Anne asked quietly. "Since when are you engaged?"

"I've been engaged for about a year now," said Eddie, suddenly beginning to feel ashamed for not staying in touch with his family over the years. He never once thought about the impact it would have on his little sisters. "She's a woman from the state of Florida; a real American girl. Her name is Jane Anderson."

"That's a dull name," Teresa said nastily, obviously feeling very resentful towards her brother for pushing her and the rest of the family out of his life.

"Thanks Teresa," Eddie said sarcastically, seeing how his little sister's smart mouth had not changed a bit in the course of eight years. "But, she's been kidnapped by dark wizards. In the ransom note they claimed to have taken her to England so here I am! I am here to help this Auror they assign to the case to help me find her. I won't accept anything less than the best." Eddie gave a sharp look at Miranda, who rolled her eyes.

"And as I told you, Mr. Weasley, we're in the process of trying to contact the best…" Miranda said sardonically.

"WELL YOU'RE NOT DOING A VERY GOOD JOB!" Eddie bellowed, causing little Anne to cover her ears.


An emergency owl from the Ministry had just dropped a bright, red envelope into her lap. Sensing urgency, she opened it up hastily and read it carefully.

"Bloody hell," she muttered. "I'm going to have to cancel my meeting with the Irish Minister. Dominique, could you take care of that for me?" she asked a second woman sitting at her table politely. The woman, known as Dominique, was an enticing elder woman with aging hair, of gold and gray that she kept in a tiny knot at the nape of her neck. Her piercing crystal gray eyes were lined with fine lines that gave an attractive look that only some elder women were able to hold. Dominique took a tiny notebook and quill out of her bag and wrote down the instructions, saying it would be no problem whatsoever.

"Is zere a problem at ze Ministry?" a third woman at the table, who was sitting beside Dominique, asked. She was just as stunning as Dominique, with aging hair of silky white that she kept in a loose, but elegant bun at the top of her head and she had the same fine lines around her eyes, like Dominique, except her eyes were a bright blue and she wore fancy spectacles around those crystal blue eyes.

"Yeah, apparently they have an emergency Auror assignment for me…" she mumbled with an apologetic sigh. "I'm sorry I have to leave our weekly lunch early today, but-"

"Go sweetie, you 'ave your job to do," said the second beautiful woman. "I understand 'ow demanding it must be."

"Thanks mum," she said kissing both her mother and Dominique on the cheek and grabbing her bag. "I'll see you here again same time next week ladies?"

"Yes indeed," said her mother, smiling. Her daughter took out her wand and Apparated straight to the Ministry. Dominique looked at the young lady's mother.

"Fleur, every time I see your daughter, ze more and more proud of 'er I get," Dominique said with a smile.

"Trust me, you're not ze only one," said Fleur. "Not a day goes by zat I don't regret zrowing 'er out of my life when she was a baby."

"Zankfully she forgave you and 'as zese weekly lunches wiz us," said Dominique, who checked her fancy white gold pocket watch. "We 'ave to be at ze shop in five minutes. Should we leave now?"

"Yes," said Fleur sitting up, leaving some Galleons on the table. "I'm so 'appy we finally opened zat jewelry shop in Diagon Alley. It keeps us busy, beautiful, young, and vibrant." Both ladies gave an elegant chuckle over Fleur's arrogant comment, pulled out their wands, and Apparated to their jewelry shop in Diagon Alley.


A young woman Apparated in front of the Ministry of Magic with her wand clenched in her right hand and a leather-bound briefcase in her other. She was young and pretty, in her mid-twenties. Without hesitation, she entered the building and headed straight to her office, along with many 'Good mornings,' and 'Hellos' from her fellow workers. When she got to her office, there was her Junior Assistant, Jeremiah Reachenburg. He was sitting at the front desk, a pile of papers on it, looking very disgruntled.

"Good morning Mistress," he said with angry groan when he saw her enter the office and take several papers off of his desk.

"Long day Jeremiah?" she asked politely as she flipped through the papers. He gave her an incredulous, sarcastic look, making her chuckle.

"What do you think? You've just gotten elected Mistress of Magic, of course it is a hectic day! It's going to be long and hectic until your term is up!" he said in an annoyed voice. She chuckled at his comment.

"You know, it's that kind of attitude that has given this working relationship a lot of spice," she said as she took out her fancy, cat like glasses, put them on, and went through some of the papers. Jeremiah rolled his eyes and continued his work. She looked down at him for a moment and sighed. "Take the week of Jeremiah. I've been called down to the Auror Department."

"The Auror Department?" he asked incredulously. "But, Mistress, you've just been elected Mistress of Magic! You shouldn't be receiving calls and jobs from the Auror Department! Your work is here! And trust me, you have tons of it!"

"Jeremiah, they have a complaining man demanding for the best Auror," she said while putting down the papers. "And I am the best Auror who is not dead so I am doing the job. I promise, it will be my last one until my term is over."

"I see you got elected Mistress of Magic based on your modesty," Jeremiah grumbled, packing up his suitcase. Surprisingly, his sarcastic comment did not anger her; in fact it made her smile to herself. She knew that part of the reason she had hired Jeremiah was because of his dry sense of humor. It kept things amusing in this office, which was always filled with stress and tension. "I'll see you in a week, Mistress."

She smiled and took off her glasses, as she placed the papers back on Jeremiah's desk. "Make sure you lock up my office before you leave," was all she said as she grabbed her leather-bound briefcase and headed out the door towards the Auror Department.

Miranda, her old partner when she was an Auror, had said it was urgent so she had agreed to take this one final job.


"This Auror better be good," Eddie snarled, pacing impatiently in front of Miranda's desk. Miranda rolled her eyes.

"She is the best, Mr. Weasley," said Miranda dryly. "In fact, she's so good that she was recently elected Mistress of Magic." Eddie's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Wait, wait, wait, the Mistress of Magic will personally be taking on my fiancé's case?" he asked in shock. Miranda nodded slowly, satisfied she was making this fiery redhead embarrassed by his impatient behavior.

"You asked for the best, Mr. Weasley," said Miranda with a casual shrug. "She became one of the best and popular Aurors at the Ministry, following in the footsteps of Aurors like Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt. She was appointed Head of the Auror Department when she was only twenty-two years old. Now, she has been elected one of the youngest Ministers, or Mistresses of Magic, at twenty-five. She is extremely passionate about her work; helping and saving people is kind of encoded in her DNA."

"Yeah? Who is she exactly?" Eddie asked curiously. But before Miranda could even answer:

"Sorry I'm late, I had a meeting," came a voice from the doorway. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. And don't worry, we will find your fiancé."

Eddie froze for a moment, recognizing that scratchy voice. How could he ever forget that voice? It was the voice he heard every single day for the first eighteen years of his life; the voice that sometimes still haunted his dreams…and nightmares at night.

When he regained his composure, Eddie whipped around to see a short, young woman standing in the doorway with long golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes.

"Mr. Weasley, I present to you Miss Lily Potter, Head Auror and Mistress of Magic," said Miranda. "She will be taking on your case to find your fiancé."

Eddie's eyes locked with Lily's for a moment and he fainted.

*THE END*

This bloody road remains a mystery

This sudden darkness fills the air

What are we waiting for?

Won't anybody help us?

What are we waiting for?

We can't afford to be innocent

Stand up and face the enemy

It's a do or die situation

We will be invincible

This shattered dream you cannot justify

We're gonna scream until we're satisfied

What are we running for?

We've got the right to be angry

What are we running for?

When there's nowhere we can run to anymore

We can't afford to be innocent

Stand up and face the enemy

It's a do or die situation

We will be invincible

And with the power of conviction

There is no sacrifice

It's a do or die situation

We will be invincible

Won't anybody help us?

What are we running for?

When there's nowhere, nowhere we can run to anymore

We can't afford to be innocent

Stand up and face the enemy

It's a do or die situation

We will be invincible

And with the power of conviction

There is no sacrifice

It's a do or die situation

We will be invincible

We will be invincible

("Invincible" – Pat Benatar)

A note from the Jitterbelle. So, that completes the third installment of my series! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and revising it. Please review and be sure to check out the next installment of the series, Lily Potter and the Stone of Merlin.

About the sequel – Lily Potter and the Stone of Merlin – Lily has decided to take on Eddie's case involving his missing fiancé and he insists on accompanying her on the journey. Now, Lily and Eddie must use their powers and learn to find the trust they once had in each other to overcome tension , danger, riddles, and learn the truth behind the kidnapping and the Stone of Merlin…before it is too late…

*The Jitterbelle*