Help Me Cause Im Breaking Down

This is a bonus/alternate ending to this fic. I felt that the ending was a bit too fluffy.


Ginny sat up with a gasp and looked at her watch. 545. Fifteen minutes till the Feast. Angelina, Blaise, Draco, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Luna were gone.

She sighed and stood up, leaving the Hospital Wing, she aimlessly wondered through the castle, not really seeing a thing, until she made it to the lake. The sun was slowly being swallowed by the sky, and the moon rose high. She swayed on the spot, dancing to imaginary music, hugging herself in the cool spring air.

"You're beautiful." Draco's voice whispered in her ear, sending pleasurable chills up and down her spine.

"You're amazing." She whispered back, her eyes still closed, a content smile on her face.

"I love you." He told her, looking deeply into her eyes when she opened them in surprise.

"Draco, I…" She was speechless, "I love you." She croaked out wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply.

Cheers sounded from the school when Dumbledore told them of Voldemort's defeat, but nothing penetrated the couple as they kissed passionately. They kissed till the sun went down, and the moon rose high, stars following.

"I wish that this relationship would never end." She panted out loudly.

A shooting star passed over head as she said that.

In the heavens, a newly crossed over Charlie Weasley, waved his hand and said, "Wish granted." Smiling, he winked down at them.

However, far from Hogwarts in the middle of a raging black-blue ocean, on a small island sat Azkaban prison.

"Hahahaha!" A guard laughed, slamming his nightstick-like tool against the bars in the section of Azkaban reserved for Death Eaters and Dark Arts practitioners, "Your precious Dark Lord is dead! And for good this time!"

He threw copies of the Evening Prophet into the cells from the tip of his wand.

Lord Voldemort Defeated By Harry Potter

Harry Potter, accompanied by Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Michaels, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini, attacked and defeated the once feared and self proclaimed Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort tonight, in hopes of getting the Weasley family, and the Michaels family back to safety. The seven teenagers, ages seventeen and sixteen, killed or rendered unconscious about three dozen Death Eaters, including rogue-Ministry worker Percy Weasley. The female Weasley stated that "Percy is not to be called a Weasley in your paper. He turned on his family and surname when he murdered his brother Charlie in cold blood, acting on Voldemort's behalf, and a sick, twisted delusion, that if he were still alive would have him locked in St. Mungo's for the rest of his life."

Suspected Death Eaters in training Draco Malfoy, son of convicted Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini, whose father recently was thrown in Azkaban on charges of child abuse, using Unforgivable curses, and baring the Dark Mark, helped in the downfall of Voldemort.

Lucius Malfoy looked to his left where the cell next to him held Tomas Zabini, "This wasn't Potter's doing." He spat, "It was that damn Weasley brat! Our Lord should've let me kill her, and not send Percy after her! Damn fool! She'll pay! She'll pay dearly. Her, her bitch friend Angelina, and our sons." He promised, twisting the Evening Prophet in his hands threateningly.


Ok! That's completely and utterly the end to this fic. Now that I have that out of my system, I'm on to the sequel. By the way, it's up for those who don't realize it! It's titled:

The Trouble With Love Is

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