MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: So many people were angry about how it ended, I decided to put up an epilogue to explain Harry’s reasons. Not going to change what happened, but it might help people enjoy it more… and actually leaves an opening for a possible sequel somewhere down the track. Maybe.

Also, ‘Another Way to Fight’ will be up at some point – and I can guarantee that one won’t end with ‘everybody dies’. It also has a Beta to help catch the mistakes that I miss, and tell me if I’m about to make a horrendous misstep in the plot.

Epilogue: Getting Over It

“Why did you do that, Harry? Wasn’t there another way out?” Ash whispered as he and Harry lay curled together in Death’s domain.

Harry was silent for a few minutes, tracing patterns along Ash’s skin, before his hand was caught and stilled. He sighed and shook his head.

“Even if I’d stayed alive… I couldn’t bring you back. Unless I sold my soul to a demon, of course, and that wasn’t going to happen.”

“Good,” Ash smiled sadly.

“I guess I’m kinda selfish, but I couldn’t take any more people I care about leaving me behind,” Harry clung to Ash as though still scared his lover would disappear. “I just couldn’t face starting over by myself again. The best I could do was to take the demon down with me.”

“And the Hallows? You once said that you wouldn’t leave them behind to be found by someone who would exploit them.”

“I figured out how to get around that,” Harry shrugged. “If the Master Over Death chose to die, then the Hallows would go back to Death. They’re now in his hands, to go to someone he sees fit.”

“Okay then,” Ash nodded and wound his arms tighter around Harry. “I guess that makes sense. But now we’re stuck here for eternity?”

“I don’t think so,” Harry said thoughtfully. “There might be a way to get back… or we might find a way to move on, to where people usually go when they die. But for now… can we enjoy some time together without having to worry about evil wizards or demons trying to kill us?”

“Of course we can, love,” Ash smiled and kissed him tenderly. “I’m sure this will be very enjoyable.”

-MIT-

The Roadhouse was decked all in black. Dean and a rather beaten-up Sam had arrived, confused as to how the spells keeping Sam in Cold Oak had all failed and allowed the chosen children to leave. They’d both been shaken to find that Ash was gone, and found it hard to believe that the short Englishman had destroyed the demon for them.

Jo had come back as well, and she and Ellen held each other for a long time. Ash had been part of their lives for such a long time, it was hard to remember a time when he wasn’t there. Harry had slid in as well, making a spot for himself and cheerfully becoming part of their lives. Jo promised that she’d stick close to home for a while, and Ellen was grateful for it. Both women needed the other around to help deal with their loss.

The day before the funeral, a stranger arrived at the bar – a tall man with rapidly greying sandy hair and golden eyes that held a deep sadness. As soon as he passed the threshold, Kreacher ran to him and clutched his leg, weeping. Remus knelt and hugged the elf back – the loss of his cub had hit him hard.

The four people behind him entered the bar slowly, all showing obvious signs of grief. A young woman with bushy brown hair leaned heavily on a taller red-haired man. Her swollen stomach made it difficult to stay standing, and she lowered herself into a seat near the door. An older couple, red hair shot through with grey, went up to Ellen and introduced themselves. Mrs Weasley wrapped the other woman in a hug before she could escape, and whispered a thanks for giving Harry a home where he felt welcome.

After the funeral, all ten – including Kreacher – sat in the closed Roadhouse reminiscing about their boys. It was a difficult time for all of them, but they were determined to make it through. After all, they were certain that wherever they were, Ash and Harry were together.

And probably having sex.

A/N: So many people were angry about how it ended, I decided to put up an epilogue to explain Harry’s reasons. Not going to change what happened, but it might help people enjoy it more… and actually leaves an opening for a possible sequel somewhere down the track. Maybe.

Also, ‘Another Way to Fight’ will be up at some point – and I can guarantee that one won’t end with ‘everybody dies’. It also has a Beta to help catch the mistakes that I miss, and tell me if I’m about to make a horrendous misstep in the plot.

Epilogue: Getting Over It

“Why did you do that, Harry? Wasn’t there another way out?” Ash whispered as he and Harry lay curled together in Death’s domain.

Harry was silent for a few minutes, tracing patterns along Ash’s skin, before his hand was caught and stilled. He sighed and shook his head.

“Even if I’d stayed alive… I couldn’t bring you back. Unless I sold my soul to a demon, of course, and that wasn’t going to happen.”

“Good,” Ash smiled sadly.

“I guess I’m kinda selfish, but I couldn’t take any more people I care about leaving me behind,” Harry clung to Ash as though still scared his lover would disappear. “I just couldn’t face starting over by myself again. The best I could do was to take the demon down with me.”

“And the Hallows? You once said that you wouldn’t leave them behind to be found by someone who would exploit them.”

“I figured out how to get around that,” Harry shrugged. “If the Master Over Death chose to die, then the Hallows would go back to Death. They’re now in his hands, to go to someone he sees fit.”

“Okay then,” Ash nodded and wound his arms tighter around Harry. “I guess that makes sense. But now we’re stuck here for eternity?”

“I don’t think so,” Harry said thoughtfully. “There might be a way to get back… or we might find a way to move on, to where people usually go when they die. But for now… can we enjoy some time together without having to worry about evil wizards or demons trying to kill us?”

“Of course we can, love,” Ash smiled and kissed him tenderly. “I’m sure this will be very enjoyable.”

-MIT-

The Roadhouse was decked all in black. Dean and a rather beaten-up Sam had arrived, confused as to how the spells keeping Sam in Cold Oak had all failed and allowed the chosen children to leave. They’d both been shaken to find that Ash was gone, and found it hard to believe that the short Englishman had destroyed the demon for them.

Jo had come back as well, and she and Ellen held each other for a long time. Ash had been part of their lives for such a long time, it was hard to remember a time when he wasn’t there. Harry had slid in as well, making a spot for himself and cheerfully becoming part of their lives. Jo promised that she’d stick close to home for a while, and Ellen was grateful for it. Both women needed the other around to help deal with their loss.

The day before the funeral, a stranger arrived at the bar – a tall man with rapidly greying sandy hair and golden eyes that held a deep sadness. As soon as he passed the threshold, Kreacher ran to him and clutched his leg, weeping. Remus knelt and hugged the elf back – the loss of his cub had hit him hard.

The four people behind him entered the bar slowly, all showing obvious signs of grief. A young woman with bushy brown hair leaned heavily on a taller red-haired man. Her swollen stomach made it difficult to stay standing, and she lowered herself into a seat near the door. An older couple, red hair shot through with grey, went up to Ellen and introduced themselves. Mrs Weasley wrapped the other woman in a hug before she could escape, and whispered a thanks for giving Harry a home where he felt welcome.

After the funeral, all ten – including Kreacher – sat in the closed Roadhouse reminiscing about their boys. It was a difficult time for all of them, but they were determined to make it through. After all, they were certain that wherever they were, Ash and Harry were together.

And probably having sex.