Disclaimer: Don't bother calling the police. I've done it! I've stolen her plot and now I'm being toted off to jail! (Sorry, I was practicing for the time when it actually does happen!)

The Hall stayed silent as they watched the Boy-Who-Lived stay motionless on the floor. Hermione grabbed Ron's arm.

"She's dead, Ron," she whispered tearfully. "She saved his life in exchange for hers." Ginny let out a sob and buried her head in her brother's chest.

"He's not moving," Parvati murmured. "He's just sitting there, staring at her."

"Stupid girl," hissed the creature. He shook his head. "She never listens to what she is told. Always acting, never thinking! Just like her mother. Emotions. That's what did it." The creature smiled, realization dawning on him. "You broke her, didn't you, Potter? You broke the very thing that made her strong. And you fell for her as well. She gave her life for you because, as the prophecy states, she fell in love. And that's what caused her death. But you? What will be your reason for death, Mr. Potter? Did you love her?" Harry was shaking, and this time he couldn't stop the flow of tears. "Ah yes! This little bit was left out of the text, wasn't it?" Voldemort began to circle them. "Little Harry Potter could not go on because of the death of a traitor. He fell in love and that was the end of him, wasn't it? Yes, that's the whole answer to this riddle! Love and death. First, you fall in love. And then, you die. And you, Mr. Potter, will most assuredly die. CRUCIO!" Harry screamed, falling back in pain.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, that is your fate!" Voldemort snarled. "You danced into the devil's trap and now hell is all that greets you! Organtelitam!" Gashes formed on Harry's arms and black blood poured forth, splattering to the ground. Lavender screamed as she spotted the cause. Harry's veins were bursting.

Suddenly, Voldemort flicked his wand and it all stopped. Harry pulled himself up against the wall, paling and gasping. He had no more strength. No more energy was left in him. Voldemort smiled as the students realized what was happening.

"Yes, Potter. You are finished. I have robbed you of everything and now you are done." Students started to cry as Hermione and Ginny struggled to reach him. Ron grabbed his sister, pulling her in as she cried. Draco, who had made his way through the crowd, took hold of Hermione.

"Let it go, Harry," the Dark Lord hissed. "You have nothing left here. Don't worry about your little friends. I will make sure they are properly taken cared for. Avada Kadavra!" However, it was only a second late that he realized that someone had said it also. The two curses collided and exploded, sending Voldemort crashing into the opposite wall. He stood, enraged.

"It's not possible!" he roared.

"It's not my wand, Tom!" Harry growled, on his feet. In his hands he held a black wand with gold snakes on it. "It's her's. AVADA KADAVRA!" The curse flew through the air and made contact. For a moment, Voldemort lurched, as if to make one final attempt. Then he fell to the ground. Fire engulfed the body and when it died away, so did the creature. All that remained was the cloak.

The Great Hall was silent as it stared in shock from the cloak to Harry and back again. Then a cheer went up and the students surged forward. They all stopped suddenly, the happiness snatched away in an instant by the sight before them.

It would shock you too if you saw the defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort sobbing into the body of the Daughter of Darkness.

Ginny smiled as she watched Ron enter the Great Hall, Hermione and Draco beside him.

"It's about time you to kissed and made up!" she said as Ron, Hermione and Draco sat down across from her. Draco made a face.

"Now you're making things gross, Red," he grumbled, picking up a biscuit. Hermione laughed and kissed both of them on the cheek.

"I'm glad you two are getting along," she told them, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah." Ron looked around. "I can't believe it's been a week!" Ginny nodded. She turned to Hermione.

"Have you seen Harry yet?" she asked. Hermione shook her head.

"No," she answered. "No one has. Madam Pomfrey wanted no visitors until today."

"Why don't you guys go up?" Draco asked. Ron stood.

"Why don't we go now?" They all got up and headed out the door. As they headed down the corridor, they were stopped.

"Going to see Harry, I suppose?" Dumbledore asked as he exited his office. They nodded. He smiled. "Well, I guess I'll join you." They reached the Hospital wing and Ginny knocked on the door. Madam Pomfrey opened it.

"Here for Potter, I suppose?" She sighed. "Come in, come in." They all entered and looked over to one of the beds.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ginny cried at the same time, rushing over and hugging him tightly.

"Nice to see you, too," he grinned, returning the hugs. Ron and Draco walked over.

"How ya doing, Potter?" Draco asked. "Someone said you were dead!"

"Yeah, well, people say the stupidest things," Harry responded.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Good, I guess," he answered. "Madam Pomfrey says I'll be out by this evening." He lifted his arms, which were heavily bandaged. "Just as soon as I get these off." Hermione looked him in the eye.

"Are you sure you're all right, Harry?" she asked softly. He looked down at the sheets, not wanting to look her in the eye this time.

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said quietly. "Don't worry. I'll get over it." Hermione, however, leaned in and pushed his chin up, making him look at her.

"It's not your fault, Harry," she said. "You can't blame yourself for what happened. You're not guilty for what she did."

"Really?" he spat, pulling away from her. "Then why do I feel so bad?"

"I think that's enough time for a visit," Madam Pomfrey said, grabbing Hermione's arm. "Harry needs to rest." They all left except for Dumbledore. He sat down next to Harry's bed.

"Ms. Granger is right, Harry," he said. Harry turned to look out the window.

"I know she's right, sir," he mumbled. "But it doesn't change anything."

"And it never will. What Abigail did for you can never change. But you are here because of her sacrifice, Harry, and be thankful for it. She gave her life, like your mother, so that you could live. And you did. Voldemort is defeated and the magical community is in your dept. We would not be if Abigail had chosen to let you die and let the other part of the prophecy happen." Harry sighed and slumped down in the bed. Dumbledore smiled sadly and opened his mouth to say something when the door opened and Catherine came in. She bit her lip and glanced at Dumbledore. He got up.

"I guess that is my cue to leave you, Harry," he said. He passed Catherine and left the Hospital wing, closing the door. She sat down in the unoccupied seat.

"Harry," she said. He glanced at her, but would not really look at her. It hurt too much. "Harry, I've come to ask your forgiveness." Harry's head snapped around, astonishment written on his features.

"You're asking me for forgiveness?" he asked incredulously. "I'm the one who should be saying sorry!" She shook her head.

"It's not your fault Harry, it's mine," she told him. "You see, I'm the one who should never have let her come here. I could have sent her back to my family, but I chose to send her to Severus, Professor Snape to you, because I hoped that I would be able to see him again. I, however, never knew that you were in the same year as my daughter so I didn't worry. She could have been your death Harry, and for that I am truly sorry."

"I'm sorry also," he said. "I never should have gone after her."

"No, you are not at fault, Harry." She leaned in and kissed his forehead, right on his scar. Pulling away, she gave him a sad smile. "She loved you before she even met you." With that, she turned and left.

Ten years later found Harry sitting up in bed, his wife, Ginny, fast asleep. But something was keeping Harry awake. Restlessness took him and, pulling on some drawstring pants over his boxers, he slipped out of bed, not even bothering to glance at the woman in the bed. Stepping down the staircase of Godric's Hollow, he made his way into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out a bottle of orange juice and downed the rest of it. Tossing the bottle into the trash, he sighed and went out to sit in front of the empty fireplace. The same restlessness gnawed at him and he arose, pacing back and forth across the living room carpet.

From Saudi Arabia. He didn't know what had possessed him to buy such a thing. Ginny, of course, had been in love with the colors and insisted on brining it back. Harry had had no choice but to buy the three hundred Galleon piece and tow it back to the mansion in England. He hated Saudi Arabia.

Glancing at the pictures on the mantel, he saw one that made his lip curl.

His wedding photos.

What in the world had possessed him to invite not only the world but also his fiancé to that wedding anyway? Of course, Ginny had to invite everyone she knew plus the Ministry and the rest of the public that had no business being there to the occasion. Harry had been stupid then and now he was living with his stupidity.

Sighing, he walked back up the stairs and, instead of going back into his room, he headed down the hall to his daughter's bedroom. He leaned on the doorframe, staring at the little figure in the small bed. Her bright red hair stuck out of the covers that hid her face. A feeling of resentment welled up inside of him for the girl and the problem was, he didn't know why. Lately, he had been feeling this way for the six-year-old. Somehow, he felt she should never have been born, but there she lay, breathing slowly. Restlessness took him again but this time he stayed where he was, because he had just noticed that the window in her room was open. Ginny had closed it before putting the child to sleep. Frowning, Harry stepped into the room and for the first time noticed someone other then himself standing over the child.

"She's beautiful," the person said.

"What are you doing here?"

"She looks just like her mother."

"Answer the question."

"Six, if I'm not mistaken." Harry scowled, but for some reason, did not question the person further. He had no reason to get his wand because, as far as he could see, the person had no intentions of harming his daughter.

"How'd you get in here?" he asked. The person nodded towards the corner and Harry saw a broom. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see her," came the simple answer.

"Why?" The person shrugged.

"Just because. I don't really have a reason. I just wanted to. I heard she was adorable and had to come see for myself."

"Why did you come in the middle of the night?" The person turned to stare at the clock on the wall. Harry read the time as 12 o'clock.

"It's your birthday, isn't it?" the person asked. Harry now identified the person as a she.

"Yes, why?"

"It's my birthday too." Harry froze.

"What?" The woman disappeared, appearing next to Harry the next instant.

"Born on the same day, how ironic." Harry turned and stepped back into the wall.

"It's not possible," he whispered, shock on his face.

"Not probable," she murmured, walking back over to the child. "Nothing's impossible."

"You're dead," he told her. She smiled.

"Do you think that my father could escape death and I could not?" She shook her head. "Harry, Harry, Harry. You under estimate me. I too took the same precautions as my father, just incase." Harry approached her, stopping in front of her and turning her around to face him. They stared into each other's eyes.

"Why did you come back now?" he asked. She smiled sadly.

"I haven't come back forever. I came back to say goodbye. I'm leaving England and this time, I'm not coming back." She pulled away and, grabbing her broom, she flew out the window. Staring after her, something struck him and he raced from the room, out of the house and into the back. Opening the shed door, he grabbed his Firebolt and hopped on, kicking off and flying after the broom in front. For a long time, he followed her at a safe distance, watching for where they were headed. Finally, she dived, touching the ground and dismounting. He glided in a ways away from where she was, making sure not to be seen. She left the broom, walking around until she stopped in front of a stone in the moon lit meadow. He then approached her.

"Why didn't you come back sooner?" he asked. She jumped at his voice and spun around.

"Because I knew I couldn't face you after betraying you like that." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Then why now?"

"Because I knew that I would never be able to see you again." He smiled.

"Well, we've fixed that up quite well, haven't we?" He pulled her into a passionate kiss, ending all doubt in his mind that he ever hated her for saving his life.

A/n: Well, that's it! It was a great ride and I hope to see some of you next time! Thanks to:

Hermionegranger2007: You are the best! Thanks for everything! And I will read your stories! Good luck and thanks again for all of your support!

IceColdShiva: You've been a great help and support during this story as well! Thanks for everything!