A HUGE hug and kiss for all my reviewers: those who reviewed once, those who reviewed toward the beginning and not the end, those who reviewed toward the end and not the beginning, and especially those who reviewed throughout the whole—or most of the whole—story… in other words, all of you:

aya777, banana-princess93, bubbleishness, Chrissy, Crying Pixie, dark4u, Debz, Doodleflip, Gemm'n2590, Girl with the Evil Computer, GredAndForge4President, Gurlsboy, ilovecaptainjacks, Jaffy Miblo, jessamine, jr.Journalist, justdreem, JustYourAverageReviewer, katie, lil-red07, mello80, Miss Court-A-Doo, Mysterious Shadow Writer, Padfoot's Sidekick, Roe Merrifield, Schnebz, Star of the North, swimgirl, Tabby Cats, Tears-of-Love-Tears-of-Hate, and TooSweetWords.
If I accidentally left anyone out, I'm so sorry and I love you just the same!

I won't exactly be doing a sequel to this following Katie and Oliver's post-Hogwarts years, but I'm really hoping to do another Katie-Oliver story with a completely different plot.

I'm also planning to write a combined Angelina-Fred and Alicia-George story, in which Katie and Oliver will make a reappearance, so I guess you could kind of call it a sequel to Always Remember. It'll be in Angelina and Alicia's 7th year, and will be told in their POV. Other possible stories include a Bill-Fleur, as well as a second attempt at a Lily-James. (Cross your fingers; maybe it'll be successful this time!) I'm also really really interested in writing a murder/suspense story in which Fred is accused of murder and Katie has to solve the mystery behind the murder... (ooh how exciting!)

Once I have complete summaries for these stories, I'll post them on my bio and you can look at them then. That is, if I ever get around to writing them! Hectic months are coming up, including a national French contest, APs, etc., and my mom is always telling me, "Stop doing Fanfiction and study for once!" (She knows what the FF website looks like now so whenever I'm on it she glares at me.) But please keep an eye out for the stories, especially the combined Angelina-Fred/Alica-George and the new Katie-Oliver story; I'm bound to post them on the site one day or another. I'll write them behind my mom's back or at school or something. :) But trust me, once the hell months of March through May (especially May) are over, I'll be back on Fanfiction with a vengeance!

Well, here it is! This is where the final chapter of Always Remember finally begins. Just one more note of thanks (I feel like one of those teary-eyed actresses making their thank-you speeches at the Academy Awards) : I want to say thank you to all of you who've followed through this story with me this far, and I appreciate all the criticism, praise, and support you've given me. I couldn't have done it without you; thank you so much! Good luck with your own stories, and "always remember" that I'll be more than happy to R/R them, as you've done for me. Thanks to you, I've finished my first fanfiction story ever...

Bloody hell, this whole spiel is making me tear up… Let's get this chapter started before I burst into hysterics and spill buckets of tears onto the keyboard. (which wouldn't be too good…)

Last, but certainly not least… Chapter 21

Katie couldn't remember a happier, yet sadder, summer. She spent every moment of it that she could with Oliver. She went to the Quidditch World Cup with his family, and they witnessed Viktor Krum's spectacular Wronski Feint and Ireland's glorious win over Bulgaria.

After that, they went to the home of Puddlemere United, where they were given a tour of the stadium by Bert Deverill himself. Then they met up with a few of the other reserve players, whom Oliver had gotten to know before and had decided to room with in their own flat once the season began.

Katie and Oliver spent the rest of their time alone. Their days ranged from walks in the park to trips to London; from a visit back to Hogsmeade to Oliver's first trip to a Muggle cinema. But no matter how many hours they spent with each other, it was painfully obvious to Katie that their time together was running out...

It's the third time in ten minutes that Katie has sighed. I look up at her from my position on the floor, where I'm packing my shirts into a trunk.

"What's wrong?" I ask. She leans back against the head of my bed and hugs a pillow to her chest.

"The summer's already over," she says. "It's so depressing."

"We still have three more days left."

"Exactly. Three measly days, which will fly by like three seconds."

I look up from my packing. She's looking down miserably at her hands, which are folded in her lap. I stand up and sit beside her on the bed, and take her hands in mine.

"It's not like one of those bloody soaps where the guy and the girl never get to see each other again," I say, laughing softly.

"Can I jump in the trunk with your shirts?" she asks. I laugh, and she finally smiles. "I know I'm being possessive but I'm afraid of losing you."

"And you don't think I have the same thoughts? You don't think I worry about the flocks of blokes that'll surround you the second their little brains register that I'm not coming back to Hogwarts?"

That gets a laugh out of her. "Oh please, Oliver, that's ridiculous. Flocks of blokes surrounding me, indeed... As if I would ever be unfaithful to you."

"Which is exactly how I feel. I'll always be faithful no matter how many lovesick female fans surround me."

I grin, and she laughs. "You're such a prick. Don't be as bigheaded as—"

"Percy," I finish. "You always say I'm like him. At least I'm not going to work in the stuffy Ministry and keep a diary of my sex dreams."

Katie groans. "Ugh. Please don't remind of me of that."

"You asked for it… so what do you want to do tomorrow?"

"I was thinking of playing this Muggle game called paintball, but I don't want to do that anymore."

"So what do you want to do instead?" I ask, noticing a sly smile appearing on her face.

"Well right now I want to try this thing called 'setting Wood on fire...'"

I raise my eyebrows. "Wood as in my last name or wood as in the stuff that comes from trees?"

"Well what do you think?" she whispers seductively.

I pretend to think hard, and say with exaggerated innocence, "The stuff that comes from trees?"

"Oh shut up," she laughs. "You know which one I meant."

"So how do you play?" I ask, grinning. Katie pulls me close to her on the bed and kisses me slowly.

"Well it starts like this…"

The train's whistle blew shrilly and people scurried across the train station to make it on time.

"Well I have to go," Oliver said, letting go of Katie's hand to pick up his trunks.

"You never explained why you're taking the train instead of Apparating," Katie said.

"With all of these?" Oliver laughed, indicating his cart stacked with trunks. "You think I can Apparate with all this crap? I have my whole life in them!" He paused. "Well, actually…" He dropped the trunks he held and took her face in his hands. "This is my whole life. The trunks hold only the trivial things that I need."

"Like I always say, you're the most hopeless romantic I've ever met," Katie laughed, although she could feel tears pricking the back of her eyes. "The next thing you'll be asking for is a lock of my hair to cherish forever."

"Not a bad idea," he said with mock seriousness. "And what do you think I should ask for next? An eyelash? A toenail clipping? Ear wax?"

"Oliver, that's disgusting. Look, I fixed this." She pulled at the delicate chain around her neck and opened the locket. Now, instead of two individual pictures of her and Oliver, there were two different pictures of both of them together on either side. "That way our pictures won't get lonely and yours won't have to keep running over to mine."

Oliver laughed. "I guess my picture's a hopeless romantic too, huh?" The train whistle blew again, this time more urgently. "Katie, I really have to go."

"'K." She stood on her toes and gave him a peck on the lips. "Bye."

"Now that's not good enough," he said, pulling her closer and kissing her so deeply that a group of girls standing nearby sighed wistfully.

"I thought of a way to see you during the year," he said after he finally pulled away. "Other than vacations, I mean. When you have Hogsmeade trips, I'll see if I can take the day off and see you there. How's that?"

"Sounds good."

"And remember, I'll be waiting for you. Once you get out of Hogwarts… who knows? Maybe we'll settle down, get married, have a dozen kids or so…"

"Why don't we wait a bit longer before we start planning that far?" Katie said, laughing.

Oliver grinned. "Yeah, but you won't forget? That I'm waiting for you?"

"I'll always remember," she replied with a smile. "Now hurry or you'll have to Apparate with all your crap."

Oliver laughed as he picked up his trunks. "Bye. Love you," he said, bending closer to kiss her cheek.

"Love you too." Katie waited as he stepped onto the train, and a few minutes later, she saw him through the window of his compartment. The train's whistle blew for one last time. The engine roared, the train moved forward, slowly, and then began to pick up speed.

Oliver poked his head out the window and waved. Katie smiled and blew him a kiss. Even though she knew she would be seeing him again, it still hurt to see him leave.

But she kept smiling, for his sake, and waved until his face was no longer in sight.

...the end...