Remembering His Name
You don't remember Me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
Not to think of You
But who can decide what they dream?
And Dream I do…
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
Draco watched the dynamics between three toddlers with curious eyes. They were very expressive. Blue-grey, green, and corn-flower blue expressive eyes. Eyes filled with innocence and no sadness whatsoever. They shared toys, fought over favorite blankets, but they enjoyed each other's company. They babbled baby talk and there wasn't much he understood, but it was interesting to watch them.
He looked up as Weasley handed him a butterbeer he had brought over in a bag of goodies and then sat down next to Potter. Draco looked at his two other companions, the same age as he and realized that they all must have reflected the same thing in their eyes. Experience, loss, and so many other things from their younger years. But they had survived and come out stronger for it.
They were sitting outside of Draco's home, the sun bright in a clear blue sky, under a majestic tree that gave off a wonderful shade thanks to its drooping branches. They were watching Drea, Piama, and Brenda as they played with the huge amount of toys they had brought out from Drea's room.
"Any word from Hermione?" asked Ron, unwrapping a chocolate bar nearly the size of a wand.
Draco shook his head. "Not in two weeks. The last letter she sent said that they were making some type of progress, but she didn't specify in which way. I've been showing Drea images of Hermione, hopefully she doesn't forget her mother in her absence," he replied.
Brenda ran over to Harry and hugged him tightly as if they had been together since the girl had been born. Potter looked at him and gave him a questioning look.
"Can I ask you a personal question Potter?" Draco asked as Drea handed him a doll made of cloth that looked exactly like her. Harry nodded wearily. "You're willing to raise a child that's not yours as your own?"
Ron looked at Harry, also interested in his reply. Harry looked at Ginny's daughter and smiled. "I am. Even though I'm not her father, she'll be a part of Ginny until forever, and I have come to love every single part of Ginny, the good and the bad. Besides it's not Brenda's fault who her father is. She's innocent in all of this and she'll need a father to guide her through life," he said seriously.
Ron turned to Draco. "Let me ask you something, Malfoy. You said you loved her. If Zabini had gotten Hermione pregnant before you did, would you have accepted that child?"
Draco shrugged. "If I say yes, I would be lying, if I said no, I would be lying too. Every person answers a different way to situations like these and I don't really know. Maybe having Zabini's kid would've kept us at a distance, maybe not. But things turned out a different way and she had my kid, so the what ifs don't really matter anymore."
'Very Slytherin answer,' Harry thought. He watched Malfoy with his daughter and smiled. He was Hermione's happiness, the same way Ginny was his own. They had finally found the people that they would cherish for the rest of their lives. It was just so very curious that they would all end up with daughters instead of sons.
"We should get going," Ron said. "Padma and I are going Christmas shopping."
"It's the middle of August," Harry pointed out.
Ron shrugged and grabbed his daughter. "Padma is very particular about Christmas and she likes having her shopping done on time."
"I guess we should get going too. Ginny will be wondering where we are," Harry said as he also grabbed his own little bundle.
"We should do this again," Ron said as they all walked back into the house. "Why don't you bring Drea to our house next Friday?"
Draco nodded and tickled Drea. "The girls seem to enjoy the company. We'll be there," he said as they stopped in front of the fireplace.
"Be strong, Malfoy. We know how much patience is needed to handle a toddler," Harry said.
Draco nodded and smirked. They were absolutely right.
"Bye-bye!" Drea waved as her friends and their father's left.
"What do you want for lunch?" he asked Drea as they moved towards the kitchen to see what the house elves were cooking for lunch. He sat her in a high chair and had Winky watch her as he took some time to change his clothes and have a few minutes to himself.
He loved his daughter deeply, but he now understood why most mother's were so frazzled when they were stay at home mom's. Drea was a handful and with an attitude that was a cross between his and Hermione's.
He missed his Gryffindor. His hopes of ever getting his real Hermione back were dying. He wouldn't mind having her close even if she never remembered him. If she accepted him, they could start over from the very beginning. He could make her love him again.
Draco sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair as he started the shower.
Why was it that no one had ever told him how hard love could be?
Blaise stared at his thin, long fingered hands smudged with dirt and grime. He tried to think of a time when his hands had been clean, when they had glided over soft, feminine curves. He groaned to himself and stood to pace his small cell.
He had a dreadful feeling that he would not survive long enough to complete his sentence, or to grow old in this place. The solitude and lack of hygiene were driving him up the walls. The prisoners were only allowed to shower once a week and with tepid water. All they ate was soup with stale bread, no vegetables, no chicken or meat.
Sometimes he liked to imagine that the stale bread was a buttered croissant, or that the soup was a delicious plate of seafood clam chowder, but the fantasy ended way too quickly. He was in the middle of scratching his head when an Auror approached his cell and tapped the bars twice with his wand.
"You've got visitors, Zabini," he said before stepping back.
Blaise approached the bars and looked around curiously. Who could be visiting him? He was surprised to see Ginny Weasley approach, but she wasn't alone. "What are you doing here?" Blaise asked them suspiciously.
Harry Potter stood next to Ginny and in his arms he held a beautiful little girl with eyes as green as emeralds. She was looking at Blaise with curious eyes, but her little arms were wrapped lovingly around the neck of the man who held her.
"I brought Brenda so that she could meet you. I know that this isn't the best place or the correct circumstances, but I just thought that I owed it to my daughter to meet the man who sired her. She's an amazing child, Blaise. You have no idea on what you will miss out on," Ginny said.
Blaise stared at the small girl and was amazed at how much she looked like him. "She's pretty," he murmured.
Ginny nodded. "I know and I truly am sorry that you wont see her grow up into a beautiful person."
"Why are you here?" he asked again, bitterness clear in his voice.
"Closure," Ginny said simply. "I thought that you were the love of my life. But I think that I was foolish and star struck," she said with a shrug.
Blaise frowned. "I wasn't really a star."
"You were handsome and popular. You had money and there was the whole principal that Gryffindors aren't supposed to fall for Slytherins. It was a childhood crush that made me see what wasn't there. I'm sorry you ended up here," Ginny said sadly.
Blaise stretched out his arm and attempted to touch Brenda's little hand, but Harry stepped out of reach. "Another sentence for you, Zabini. To know that you left behind a wonderful woman and a beautiful child that you will never see again," Harry said darkly. "But don't worry, Zabini, I'll take of both of them. I'll do what you weren't capable of. What you wouldn't be able to do in a million lifetimes. I'll protect them and make them happy," he said before turning and beginning to walk away.
Ginny looked at Blaise and shook her head in pity. "I think I never stopped loving him," she murmured before letting out a long breath. "Goodbye Blaise. It was good to have this moment of closure. I really needed it," she said before turning to go.
Just before she was out of hearing range, she heard him say some words that brought tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry for hurting you both."
But Ginny didn't stop. She kept going because she was leaving her bad past behind for good. She had Harry now to guide her towards a good future.
Two months was a long time to be away from her daughter, from Draco. Hermione sighed heavily and sat in a lotus position, surrounded by complete silence. The wizards who ran the facility she was in believed that meditation had a great deal to do with memory and they instructed their patients to have at least two hours of meditation a day.
The day Draco had taken her to their home, she had discovered a pensieve with many memories in little individual bottles, each on labeled. Every few days, through a complex series of spells, the memories were being restored into her mind slowly. So instead of having a memory of being inside of the pensieve and watching the memory, she could recall them in her mind normally.
The few amounts of memories she was gaining from her dreams were similar to unfocused images, blurs that she had trouble seeing. But the memories in her pensieve were crystal clear. She remembered when Drea had been born, when she had married Draco, the first time they had been together, but it wasn't enough.
Those were just a dozen memories that didn't begin to cover the six years she had lost. She was missing her moments of interaction with Draco and their daughter. The moments that had made her fall in love with him, and all the things in between.
The wizards working with her had told her that there had been cases when a simple thought or something a person had done before triggered something inside the mind, bringing back some or all of the lost memories. Those cases had been less than a handful though, and call her pessimistic but she doubted that it would happen to her.
An image of Drea flashed through her mind. She was taking her first steps towards Draco, who then hugged her tightly and smiled. Hermione smiled widely too and couldn't contain her happiness. Any memory, no matter how small, was a great occurrence.
She stood and paced the room slowly. She missed Drea. Hermione couldn't lie to herself. She missed Draco too. The two most important people in her life didn't deserve to pay for any of this. Drea needed her and Hermione didn't want to be away from her any longer.
Being so far away for two months had made her realize that she was willing to put this as number two on her priority list. Her daughter and her husband were first and she was willing to give Draco the chance to make her fall in love with him again.
She was done with this. Her memories were important, but so was her family and she was so very ready to go back home.
Draco was rocking slowly back and forth as he lay on a large, white hammock. He was watching Drea as she played with the newest addition to their family. A little beagle puppy whose ears were too long for its head.
"No sweetheart, we don't kiss animals!" he scolded.
Drea giggled and patted the dog on the head before standing and walking over to her father so that he could pick her up. The puppy ran after her and nearly tripped her just as Draco pulled her onto the hammock. Draco smirked as he watched the pup try to stand on its back legs and then fall backwards.
He listened as Drea spoke rapidly, only a few words were understandable, and pointed at the puppy, who was sitting in the grass, wagging his little tail. "Do you miss your mum?" he asked Drea.
She started to babble again and hugged him, pressing little kisses to his cheek. "I know I miss her. I'll even admit that I wasn't good to her when we were little, but daddy was a dummy back then. I love you, and your mum more than my life," he said as he ran his hand over her soft blonde hair.
"Baby," Drea said as she pointed at the puppy.
Draco looked at the animal and nodded. "Yes, he's a baby. Just like you," he said as he tickled her. Drea giggled and hugged him. He rubbed her back and sighed. He was willing to let Hermione go if she didn't want them to be together.
Making that decision had been the hardest thing he had ever done, but if it was necessary, he would do it. He loved Hermione enough to let her go if she wasn't happy. For the millionth time he wondered where he would be now if he hadn't gotten together with his stubborn Granger, and if they hadn't conceived their daughter.
Maybe he would've married Pansy a long time ago; he would've been able to save her. She would've been alive and they probably would've had children. But… he wouldn't have been happy. He wasn't entirely happy now, but he had a child he loved the way he had never loved anyone before, not to mention a woman he would give his life for in a heartbeat. A bloody stubborn woman too.
He looked down at his baby girl and smiled when he noticed that she was asleep. Slowly, as he rocked back and forth, the air warm, and the sun blocked by the huge trees above them, he fell asleep too.
Standing in the hall that led to the kitchen, with moving pictures all over the walls, Hermione felt a sense of recognition, something she hadn't felt in months. Drea had been born in this house, a house Draco had bought for her to save her from Zabini. A house that he had helped her turn into their home.
She didn't remember every single detail, but they sometimes came to the front of her mind. She was home again, and that was all that mattered. She wondered where they were when she didn't hear any noise in the house. Maybe they were outside.
She walked slowly towards the backyard, her heart in her stomach. She just hoped that Drea hadn't forgotten her after being away for so long. She spotted them sleeping in a hammock. She saw a tiny little puppy with long ears sleeping right under them too. The animal sensed her and woke, wagging the little tail as he ran to her.
Hermione smiled and patted the little dog before walking over to her family. She didn't want to give this up for her memories. Draco Malfoy was a handsome man, and with that peaceful and serene look on his face, he looked even better. It wasn't so surprising that Drea was a beautiful child.
She kneeled besides them and touched her baby's smooth little face. Then she gently caressed Draco's cheek and leaned in to kiss his lips lightly. He was startled awake instantly, and he grabbed her wrist before she was able to pull back.
Draco stared into wide brown eyes he had been dreaming about since she had left. She'd done something to her hair, had straightened it out and curled it at the tips only, but she looked absolutely beautiful.
"Am I dreaming?" Was the first thing he asked.
"I don't know, you tell me," she said tauntingly, a small smile on her face.
"Did you remember anything?" he asked as he released her wrist and just watched her intently.
Hermione smiled. "Some things, but not all. My memory hasn't returned but there are bits and pieces that are back. Two months ago I found my pensieve in my room with an array of assorted memories. It's a good thing I'm such a neat freak, isn't it. I had all my important and most valuable memories in little containers. The only problem was that those memories don't begin to cover six years."
Draco touched her cheek gently. "I care about you, more than you can possibly know or remember. If you're not happy, all you have to do is say the word and I will let you be free. Your happiness means more to me than my own," he said quietly.
Hermione felt her eyes water. "And here I thought that you wanted us to be together no matter what. I guess I was wrong—" she broke off and stood, walking away.
"Wait!" Draco called, gently getting off of the hammock and settling Drea in the middle so that she wouldn't roll off. He stopped Hermione just as she reached the kitchen's sliding door. "No, it's not what you think. All I'm saying is that I want what is best for you, and if you don't want to be with me, I will do what you want me to do. But Merlin knows that I love you so damned much it hurts. These months have been hell without you and I don't want to lose you, but if you're not happy, all you have to do is say the words," he repeated.
Hermione was sobbing by now, his words meant a lot to her, but she wasn't ready to give up a family she didn't remember without a fight. "I need you beside me to get through this. You and Drea are my family and I don't want to lose you both. Fleur is dead, the damage is done, but I am not going to be defeated by that woman. The question is, will you stand beside me, give me the time I need to get through this, or will you walk away?"
Draco stared at her. This was the Hermione he loved. The fighter. The one who wouldn't give up. The woman who was his equal in every way.
"Make me fall in love with you again," she murmured as she took a step forward and stared at him.
He smirked and entwined their fingers together before leaning over to kiss her gently. Hermione sighed against his lips and squeezed his hands. This was so very familiar. His scent, his lips, the way he kissed her. She knew that if she never remembered all they had been through, she could learn to love him again.
She wouldn't forget his name ever again.
"Can we take a trip together?" she murmured when he pulled away.
"Where?" Draco asked as he caressed her face.
Athens by night was an amazing site, and Hermione had felt a sort of recognition as she stood on the balcony of their Villa. Draco had told her that this was where they had spent their honeymoon.
She vaguely recognized the sites before her and she wanted to get a closer look at everything. There was something nagging her in the back of her mind. Something that told her that this was where she would remember something from her past.
She turned to look at Draco as he walked down the stairs from Drea's room. They had waited a month to make this trip, mostly because in that month Harry and Ginny had gotten married.
They had had a small wedding with only friends and family, and Hermione and Ron had been the witnesses. No matter how small, the wedding had been absolutely beautiful and Harry had looked happy. For the first time in his life, he had been carefree and happy, and Hermione had been happy for him.
Ron had told her that Padma wanted them to have another baby, but there was always the possibility that they would get twins, because of either side of the family, so they were holding back on another baby for now. Besides, Piama was a handful, just like Drea and Brenda, and they were even worse when they were all together in the same room.
Now, Hermione didn't approve of Dobby and Winky watching over the tot, but she needed to get to the city. She wanted to find out what that feeling in the back of her head was.
"Are you ready for us to go? We should take our rain coats and some umbrella's because the TV said there was a possibility of rain tonight," Draco said as he ushered her in and helped her into a long, warm coat.
Hermione smiled and stopped him as he kept rambling about keeping warm. He really had changed a lot since their school years. "Do you love me?" she cut in abruptly.
Draco stopped to look at her seriously. "You know I do. More than anything I had ever thought possible," he replied.
"That's good to know," she said with a pleased smile. She took his hand and entwined their gloved fingers as they walked out the door and apparated to the heart of the city.
"Now, where do you want to go?" Draco asked as they walked out of an alley and onto the buzzing main streets.
"I don't know," Hermione said as she looked around. There was nothing she recognized. "Where did we go the last time we were here?"
"We walked down random streets, I don't really remember exactly where we went," he said as they walked around looking at the various open shops.
They passed a toy store where there were various cloth made dolls. Hermione stopped to look and spotted one that she was sure Drea would like. They walked in to buy it and to look around the store. While they were still inside the store, thunder and lightning struck before the first rain drops fell from the sky.
"Where are the umbrella's you said you would bring?" Hermione asked him with a raised brow.
Draco glared at her. "I left them at home because you distracted me with that obvious question you asked me before we left," he said snottily.
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I guess we're going to have to walk in the rain, at least until we find a place where we can apparate back to the villa," she said as they stepped out of the store and into the pouring water.
As they walked briskly, trying not get wet, they turned into a street that made Hermione stop. This was familiar. This is where she was supposed to be, where her mind was telling her she would find a missing piece of her memories.
She saw the place then. It was a cheesy looking palm reading shop, and it was still open. Draco stopped to stare at her as she stood there and looked at the shop. "We have to go!" he said loudly, his voice drowned out by the rain.
"There," she said, pointing. "That's where I have to go!"
"Hermione, please. We're going to catch a cold!" he yelled after her.
But she wasn't listening. She crossed the street in a run, not even checking if any cars were coming. Lucky for her, there weren't any. Draco followed her, the cold rain running down his shirt and making it wet. He recognized the place immediately. She actually remembered this? Hermione stopped right in front of the shop and just stood there.
Then a woman stepped out. A woman with indigo colored eyes. There was a sense of recognition between them that made Hermione shiver and it had nothing to do with the cold rain falling down hard on her.
"Did you forget him?" the woman asked quietly.
"I forgot everything," Hermione replied, not even realizing that this was a stranger, a woman who she didn't know and didn't even remember. "Six years of my life were taken from me, yet I knew that I had to come back here, why?"
"I do not know. But things happen for a reason, my dear girl," said the woman quietly.
That was it? Hermione wondered as she stared at her. This entire trip had been for nothing? The rain came down harder and with it came strong winds that knocked over some figurines. She gasped as she watched them fall. They shattered loudly, like an entire set of china falling onto the floor, and that noise brought with it images that flashed through her head a million per second.
They came so fast that it was near painful and they caused her to grip her head. "Hermione?" Draco asked in worry as she doubled over, her head in her hands. "Hermione?! What's going on?"
"Make it stop," she gasped out.
"Did you do this to her?" Draco snarled at the woman.
Her indigo eyes just sparkled in the near dark as she watched them and she shook her head. "No. But this is what she needs."
"Hermione?" Draco asked again as he wrapped his arms around her and tried to help her stand. She then sagged in his arms and Draco felt his stomach plummet to his feet as he picked her up. "I swear that if you did something to her, you will pay for it in spades," he spat, blinded by the rain falling into his eyes.
"She will remember you," the woman said as he turned to go. "She is the other half of your soul. You are soul mates and she will find her way back to you."
Bullshit. That's what it all was. And he didn't have time for it. Draco kept walking until he found a dark place which he used to apparate them back to their villa, directly into her bedroom. He pulled off her wet clothing and tucked her into bed as he lit the fire. She looked pale and small under the heavy blankets, yet she wasn't waking up.
"Hermione, love wake up," he whispered as he charmed her hair dry and nearly shook her awake, but she showed no sign of regaining consciousness. He then whispered, "Ennervate," as he placed his wand to her chest.
She gasped awake and tried to sit up, but Draco pushed her back into bed. "Lay still!" he commanded.
She stopped fighting him and looked at him with a small frown on her face. "W-what happened to me?" she asked.
"You tell me. What did that gypsy woman do to you? Why did we go there in the first place?"
Hermione stared at him with wide eyes and then placed a hand over her eyes before she started to cry. She wrapped the blankets around herself and cried, not out loud, but in quiet sobs. Draco watched her worriedly but there was nothing he could do until she told him what was wrong.
"I'm going to get a Healer," he said as he stood and made for the door.
"No!" she exclaimed, sitting up. "Just give me a few seconds, please. I'll tell you what happened, I just need a moment alone."
Draco just stared at her. She was acting so strange. There was something definitely going on, but he would wait for her to tell him. He walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He was still in his wet clothes, but thankfully had spare clothes in the guestroom.
He went to change clothes and then to check on Drea. She was sleeping peacefully in her large, warm bed that was half crib. The house elves were watching over her as she slept. "Have you both had dinner?" Draco asked them.
Dobby shook his head. "No sir, Dobby and Winky is watching over the little mistress while she is sleeping. We watch her every single minute so that she be safe!"
Draco nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Go get something to eat and then get some rest. Hermione and I will watch over her now."
"Thank you, master," Winky said reverently.
"Thank you, sir," Dobby said as he pulled his companion away.
Draco sighed heavily and wondered what the hell was going on with Hermione. Because something had changed drastically, yet he had no idea what it was and why. He was worried about her too, that little spell she had had at the palm shop was not normal. He kissed Drea goodnight and then made his way back to the bedroom he had been sharing with Hermione.
Though she didn't remember much about them, she had agreed that they could sleep in the same bed again as long as he kept his hands to himself. At night she had felt that she needed him in her bed to sleep peacefully. He knocked the door and waited for her to let him in.
She opened the door herself and he noticed that she had pulled on a pair of black sleep pants and a black t-shirt. "Come in," she said.
Draco walked inside and gave her a questioning look. "What happened back there?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "All I know is that because of that woman, who ever she was, I saw things in my head."
"What kind of things?" Draco asked worriedly.
Hermione swallowed hard and stared at him. "I saw the first time you said you loved me. I saw when we met in New York when I was pregnant. When Ron and I stopped Harry's wedding. When Blaise tried to kill me. When the healer at that mental hospital told me that I was pregnant with Drea. I saw you, being there with me through it all, making me fall in love with you and making me realize that I would never be able to live without you," she said rapidly, standing right in front of him.
Draco blinked and felt as if he had just been hit with a mallet between his eyes. "Does that mean that you…?"
Hermione nodded and let out a harsh sob when he took her in his arms and hugged her as if there was no tomorrow. She hugged him just as tightly and kissed his neck. "I remember everything. Everything," she sobbed.
He took in a ragged breath and hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her.
"I can't breathe, love," she said with a breathless laugh.
Draco let go of her and kissed her, kissed her so deep and sweet that she felt as if she would melt in his arms. How could she have been so cold to him when she had lost her memories? Granted that she understood that she hadn't remembered anything about him, but she had been cold and cruel to him those first few days, she was sure she had hurt him.
She had missed this, his warmth, his love. He had been so patient with her, and had even been willing to let her go if she had wanted to be happy somewhere else. She slapped him on the back of the head.
"What was that for?" he asked her.
"You wanted us to break up when I came back from my treatment?" she asked him darkly.
"I wanted you to be happy!" he said in defense.
"And you thought that I was going to be happy away from you?" Hermione asked with a shake of her head.
Draco shrugged. "I thought that maybe you didn't want to be with me anymore because you had forgotten about us."
"You told me once that we could get through anything together, was that all a lie?" she asked him with a frown.
He shook his head. "No, but I loved you enough to let you go if that was what you wanted. I guess it was lucky for me that you didn't want to go, wasn't it?"
Hermione smiled and hugged him again. "You are one lucky Slytherin," she murmured against his shoulder.
"I really am," he replied. "Because I have you in my life, and because you didn't really forget me."
"You should now by now, Draco Malfoy, that there is no one who will make me forget your name," she said with a grin.
"I've missed you, Granger," he whispered as he kissed her on the lips.
"I've missed you too, you and Drea," she said. "Is she sleeping safely?"
Draco nodded. "I just went to check on her. She went to sleep tired after you tucked her in."
Hermione smiled. "Let me go give her a goodnight kiss and I'll be right back," she said as she quickly walked out of the bedroom and towards her daughter's.
Draco watched her go and felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had his Hermione back and he was thankful to whichever deity existed, that she had been returned. He never would've thought that he would grow so attached to someone the way he was with his wife. Resignation had never been something he had thought he would feel, but he had. He had let go of all hope that Hermione would ever remember what they had together. But he had been wrong.
When she stepped back into the bedroom, she had a mischievous little smile on her face that made the hair on the back of Draco's neck stand on edge.
"I took care of one of my babies, now you're next," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Draco smirked as she kissed him urgently, pushing him down on their bed. "Do what you want with me, mummy," he said roughly.
Hermione laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why don't we start working on our next baby? If it's a boy, we'll name him Draco. That way, I'll be sure to never forget you again," she whispered against his lips.
Draco smiled. "I like the sound of that," he said before he silenced her with another kiss. He had his Hermione back and that was all that mattered now.
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched me hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
How was that for an ending? It's been a while since I said that this story would end, but there you have it. I would like to take the opportunity to thank each and every person who was with me through every chapter of this story. It took me a while to finish it, but I never would've done it without my reviewers and without all your encouraging words and threats. I would like to also thank draculasbride2008 for suggesting that I bring back the gypsy who told Hermione those cryptic words before she lost her memory.
I hope everyone enjoyed this last chapter and once again I take the opportunity to also appologize for my grammatical errors and typos. Some day soon I will correct them as much as I possibly can. I hope to continue with the rest of my fics, and with the one shots and short stories I'm currently working on. Up next is a one shot I'm calling, "Hero" and I will continue with, "The Man Behind Those Eyes."
Once again, I want to thank everyone for their support and I will see you soon.
P.S. Last Minute Disclaimer: The Lyrics of "Taking Over Me" at the beginning and end are not mine, they don't belong to me. They are performed by Evanescence, and I'm assuming that the song belongs to them. I am making absolutely no money off of them.
Thanks again everyone!