A/N: This is the epilogue type chapter. Not very long.


"I think this year went rather well."


"Yeah. Voldemort's dead. No more manipulative influences in my life."

"And the fact that Ron's body is still hanging impaled on a spike in your house, Dumbledore's body is slumped on the floor in his office. Both kind of caused by you. Not intentionally I know but there's also the fact that the minister for magic wants to have you given the kiss."

"There is all that but I still think there is one thing that out ways it all."

"What's that?"

"You." Harry smiled and leant down to give Tonks a kiss. They were currently lying on the sofa in the living room of 12 Grimauld Place. Harry had apparated them there and locked the door before reviving Tonks. She had been angry at first but couldn't hold onto it when Harry looked so battered. Instead she had pulled him down onto the sofa and held him, running circles in his back. After about five minutes of lying there, Harry had picked his head up and kissed her. They had stayed together kissing for another half an hour before they started talking.

"So do want to know what happened?" Harry asked.

"I know." Tonks said simply.

"You know?"

"Yep. Saw it all in a dream. You were extremely reckless at the end. I thought you were going to die."

"So that voice really was you." Harry pondered for a moment. "How much did you see?"

"The whole fight. And afterwards there was a strange light. Kinda' greenish purple. Hard to describe. After that. You woke me up here." Harry nodded, he didn't have much recollection of the light but had an idea that it was from the sword.

"When I let Voldemort stab me. You saw me tense?" Harry said, hoping to relieve something that seemed to annoy Tonks. She nodded. "I was focusing my magic. 'Cause of the link, I suppose, I managed to redirect his blow so it missed any vital organs. Just muscles, blood veins, and my ribs. So my sword seemed to be able to heal it. Still ain't got my fingers back, though." Harry added staring blankly at the space where his two missing fingers would have been.

"You could grow them back, you know. With your Metamorphagus powers." Tonks said, hugging him slightly. Harry nodded and looked at his fingers, or lack thereof. He focused strongly and after a few seconds, a greenish purple light pushed out from his hand, followed by the flesh and bone of his fingers. He flexed them experimentally. They felt stiff but usable.

"Cross loosing fingers off the bad list of happenings this year."

Tonks smiled sheepishly. "I suppose it has been good then, all things considered."

"Mmm." Harry said, lying at Tonks side, his face now buried in Tonks hair. He was silent for a while and Tonks thought he had gone to sleep. A few minutes later though, he propped up again. "I was going to wait but now I think about it, the school may well be closed down. And if it isn't, I don't want to go back. So…" Harry shifted off of the sofa and looked down at Tonks before going down on one knee and looking at her level. She sat up, seeing how he was positioned. "Now, I don't have a ring or a fancy backdrop. They may have to wait but… I can't think of anyone I would rather spend my life with. So, Nym…

"Will you marry me?"

A/N: Bwahahahaha. That's right. A cliff hanger on the end of a story. I am just too evil.

But never fear. There will most likely be a sequel. Not right away though because I have many other plots requesting to be put into creation. Also I'm not too sure where to go with the sequel. Any ideas from you?

Anyhoo… End of the story. Quite a short epilogue really. Alas. It was where I decided to end. So…

Until next story.

May the Force be with you.


(Also. Another story of mine will be put up on the site next week. I adopted the chronclies of riddick one on this section. Check it out, maybe.)