A/N: So, this is the official last chapter. (tear) I just want to thank everyone who ever reviewed ever. All of the reviews were so sweet and were all helpful to me in some way. Really, without all of the reviews I probably would have discontinued this story early on. :) So thank you.

Acacya was a terrifying character to write for, but I have to say that she's become a part of my routine. So, in honor of the girl that I (and the students locked in the Gryffindor Common Room) love to hate, I just want to say (in all seriousness): Acacya, lyke, so ttly rcks!!1! It's 2 bad I had to kiLl her off in teh end.

(ahem) Okay, I'm back to normal again. So, without much further ado…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.


"Will they be alright Albus?" Professor McGonagall whispered worriedly to the Headmaster of the school, looking warily at the students all lying in beds in the Hospital Wing.

Albus nodded, smiling reassuringly. "They will be fine once the memory wiping spell wears off and they awaken. They won't remember anything about the book or the Mary-Sue or even Bellatrix Lestrange being at the school."

"Oh, I hope so," she replied. "I would hate for them to have to remember that experience for the rest of their lives. It is something that no one should have to bear."

"Yes, and most of these children already bear so much," Dumbledore agreed, thinking of three certain friends. "Luckily, Bellatrix has been sent straight to Azkaban and Lord Voldemort wouldn't dare try this sort of thing again. Not with the extra security that we're installing in the Library." Dumbledore could still see the worried expression on his companion's face. "Now, now Minerva. It's all over now and there's nothing to worry about."

"Yes, yes," McGonagall admitted, smiling a little in relief.

At this moment, Severus Snape came through the doors and walked steadily towards Dumbledore, eyes flicking around the room with little thought. "You sent for me, sir?" he asked politely when he reached the Headmaster, looking at the students with interested eyes.

"Yes," Dumbledore answered. "I was going to ask you and Minerva if you would be so kind as to go into the Common Room and remove the ashes of the book. Remus told me that you would find them on the large reading chair."

"What should we do with them?" McGonagall asked.

"Dispose of them any way you like," Dumbledore instructed. "Just make sure that they get out of this school as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir," Snape agreed. He then turned to McGonagall and waited for her to come with him with barely concealed impatience. He wanted to return to his lesson planning as soon as possible.

"Were you not going to come?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore, ignoring Snape's readiness to leave.

"No, I was going to stay here in case some of the wake up, to tell them the story that we made up for them," Dumbledore explained with a small amount of uneasiness. He hoped to Merlin that his two trusted colleagues wouldn't pick up on this odd tone in his voice.

"Of course," McGonagall agreed and smiled. She then turned and walked toward the Hospital Wing exit, eager to finish this job quickly. Snape followed her.

Once inside of the Common Room, and after temporarily removing the rope that was keeping the Gryffindor students from the scene, the two teachers began to hunt for the ashes. They couldn't seem to find the small pile of ash that was supposed to be on one of the chairs.

"He did say they were on a chair?" McGonagall asked of Snape, hunting on the floor now.

"Yes," Snape snapped. "The only thing I can find on a chair though is this disgusting book," he said with extreme disgust. "Who would want to read a book that is so pink and frilly?"

"It would explain why they left it here though," McGonagall answered, standing up to look at the book as well. "I wonder what it's about."

"It was written by someone named PrettySprinklesSparklesRainbow," Snape said, his lip curling at the absurdity of it. "That's an especially odd name for a writer…"

"It's probably one of those fake names that those silly writers use," McGonagall suggested with a roll of her eyes, picking up the book to turn it in her hands. She then opened the book and read a section aloud. " 'I had been sitting on my squishy couch (tee hee) and was watching Harry Potter again. I giggled when Harry stormed onto the screen and sighed longingly for the man that I was obviously destined to be with.'" She stopped and raised her eyebrows, staring at the page to make sure that was truly what it said.

"Potter?" Snape questioned with a sneer. "This doesn't make any sense."

" 'Then after my fiftieth sigh filled with passionate longing (giggle) I grabbed a piece of paper and started my twentieth list of what our children would look like. I even have a copy here in this journal! (tee hee!) Let's take a look!'" she continued to read. Then, she seemed to realize what was going on. "Oh no. This is the book!"

"With the Mary-Sue?" Snape asked, all color draining from his already pale face. "Close it!" he hissed and ran to the Portrait Hole. But it was too late. The entrance was sealed shut.

The two Professors looked at each other, each thinking the same thing. They were going to murder Dumbledore for sending them in here with the obvious danger and they were thinking about being stuck in a room together for a long period of time.

"We have to keep reading it," McGonagall declared, shaking her head in horror. "It's the only way."

Snape wanted to argue but couldn't find any logic around it. "How is it still functional? Bellatrix has been taken away and she isn't controlling the book."

"Perhaps the Mary-Sue was stronger than even she expected," she replied with terror dripping off her words.

Snape shook his head but bowed his head in defeat as well. And so, with a certain amount of dread, Minerva cleared her throat and continued to read.

A/N: Lyke, mebbe I didn't kill her. ;)

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