It might be final for the book, but never our love

A/N: Even though I have not finished my other story yet, I just had to write this quick one. Even this story is meant for Rowling herself, I DEDICATE this to all who love the Harry Potter world. No matter what ship they support, by words, fan video, or drawings...This is dedicated to all of them. For people who never let anything die...

Its final for the book, but never for our love


…Ginny kissed Albus goodbye. “See you at Christmas”

“Bye, Al,” said Harry, as his son hugged him. “Don’t forget Hagrid’s invited you to tea next Friday. Don’t mess with Peeves. Don’t duel anyone `til you’ve learned how. And don’t let James wind you up”

“What if I’m in Slytherin?” The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was.

Harry crouched down so that Albus’s face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry’s three children, Albus had inherited Lily’s eyes.

“Albus Severus” Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train. “You was named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew”

“But just say-”

“-Slytherin house will have gained an excellent student, won’t it? It doesn’t matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you’ll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The sorting Hat takes your choice into account”

“Really?”

“It did for me” said Harry

He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albus’s face when he said it…

…Of parents were swarming forwards for final kisses, last-minute reminders. Albus jumped into the carriage and Ginny closed the door behind him….

…Albus, Rose, Hugo and Lily laughed. The train began to move…

Harry kept smiling, and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him…

…The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air…

…Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

“He’ll be all right” murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lighting scar on his forehead. “I know he will be”

The scare had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well…

“Annnnnnnnnnnnd CUT!!!” A loud blooming voice had entered the scene, which signalled of everyone shaking each others hand, clapping thunderously, and cheering in accomplishment. “Well DONE everyone! WELL DONE!” The voice had belonged to a tall golden blonde haired women. “That is it! The last book! Everyone give your self a pat on the back and chocolate frogs on a job well done!” More cheering and catcalling was the reply to the slim women. “I would like to say thank you to each and everyone of you-including you Voldy-” Everyone chuckled heartily at the nickname, which said person in the corner was the only one not laughing and sneering at them in disgust. “Sorry, couldn’t help it, don’t take it personally”

“Stupid mudbloods. I’ll get you Rowling…I’ll get you…One day…” The red eyed man shook his fist in a threaten manner.

Rowling grinned broadly. “Well that depends on the people who write this story. Words have power my little snakeling” Voldemort hissed in anger “So you want to off me? Snuff me out? Go ahead! But you won’t get a lot of reviews if you do, there’s a computer right in the corner” She pointed two behind the scene, with further previous characters all scattered about -seemingly unaware of the two arguing- chatting amongst them with champagne glasses in their hands. Everyone clean and squeaky for the next story for people who chose to write about them.

Growling deep within his throat he hissed. “I will! And you will die a most PAINFUL, horrible, screeching death! And when I do! I’ll make another damn horcrux from you! Even if I have to use stupid muggle technology!” With that, he bolted to the two lone computers, sitting in the straight back wooden chair and started typing furiously.

Seemingly not wanting to let the deranged man the satisfaction of having the last word she added in mirth. “Don’t for get to beta it!” She grinned when the snake like man gave the middle finger behind his head momentarily before plunging back to the keyboard. She turned her head to left and right, seeing everyone was having a good time “Its done, finally…” She deeply sighed. “Now I can relax, no more press, no more questions, and defiantly no more headache!” In the corner of her eye she had noticed a redhead girl clinging desperately to the boy-who-lived. The said boy was of course was trying to push her away just as desperately. “Which could not be said for some…”

Rowling sighed once more, shaking her head in pity. “Poor girl…She has no chance…”

“Ginny! Let GO of me! Now!” The green eyed boy screeched, struggling from, surprisingly, strong grasp that belonged to the blue eyed girl.

“Never! Harry we’re married now! We got kids and everything! Why you doing this? Why you leaving me!?” She whined out, though not even losing her grasp one bit at the least.

“Leaving? How can I leave when I wasn’t even with you from the beginning!” He struggled more. “Ginny please, let me go! It was just a book, you know how I really feel about you” He lowered his voice, feeling sympathy towards her. “You know I think of you as a good friend. Even a little sister-”

“You don’t love me anymore!” She cried and wailed loudly; which strongly reminded Harry of a cartoon character.

“You know I do Gin…-”

“Don’t c-call me Gin, I’m n-not a beverage…” More wails erupted. “Let me have your babies!”

“You know I love you, but not like the way you want me to!” He finished off his reply, desperate for the crying women to listen. “I’m so sorry Ginny…”

“No you’re not!...P-please…I’ll do a-anyth-” She stopped when she was abruptly pulled off by a man as the same age as Harry.” What the hell?” She cried in surprise.

Behind her-who was still holding the now confused women- was a tall light blonde haired man with slivery piercing eyes.

“D-Draco? What are you doing?” She blinked, her brows creased in further confusion.

“Ah my love, why are you crying?” He wiped the tear stained cheeks lovingly. “You are too beautiful for that my Ginny…” He bent down to swiftly kiss the women, her eyes wide in shock of the randomness of the situation. She was the one now who was struggling of a unwanted attention.

“Ger off of me! What are you doing you ferret!” She said when she was finally released.

Draco still looked at her lovingly, stroking her cheek with the back of his pale hand. “You was crying my little red head, which is very understandable since those was tears of joy since we are getting married my love-”

“M-married!?” She again screeched, her red rimmed eyes widen even in more-if possible- in shock. “What are you-” She stopped, silent. Standing still as she soon to come in realization, then beamed happily bouncing up and down in joy. Quivering in excitement she pounced into the blonde man. Knocking both of them off their feet and into the hard ground. “Oh Draco my love! How could I forget?” She start placing wet kissed around his pale face. “You proposed to me on Valentines Day in the great hall! We’re gonna get married in Hawaii!”

The forgotten boy moved back slowly, step by timidly step. Getting rather worried and scared by seeing the display before him. Wondering what was going on. “This is so weird…What’s in Merlin’s beard is going on?”

He abruptly stopped by hitting a rather hard surface. Wiggling a little more to have a better feel, he soon realized it was a chest.

A man’s chest.

“Its seems, Mr Potter that there is a story taking place” A deep purr was spoken to his ear. Harry soon relaxed with the familiar tone and turned around to see his one true only love.

Severus Snape stood there, alive and alluring. In all his tall, dark, handsome, mysterious self. He pointed in a direction with his sculptured hand. Which Harry eyes followed which ended at a women sitting on the bench, writing in a small notepad. Who then turned her head and waved ecstatically with the pen and book still in tow, the hurriedly went back to writing. “Its seems Mrs Rowling had another idea on this train station once again”

Harry turned back to the Raven haired man. “I missed you, where was you? You could of at least come here a little early to save me from…Her” He pointed, distastefully at the now lip locking couple.

Severus let a sneer etch on his facial features. upon seeing the display. “I had to stay behind at my death scene. The bloody snake would not stop licking my neck since the blood display was really just jam”

Harry giggled. Reaching upwards a little, tasting the said neck himself. “Mmmm, strawberry, just as sweet as you Sev”

He looked down into the emerald eyes he cherished so much. “Normally I will just give you a snide comment and detention but…” Placing his lips onto the soft ones of his lover, tasting and exploring in the old so familiar and practised way that could only be between true lovers. “But I would have to agree with you…Harry”

Harry licked his lips slowly, trying to capture the linger taste of the passionate kiss. “What would people say if they heard you say that? You’re not suppose to agree with me to anything…” He teased, a mischief sparkle in his eyes lighting his eyes.

Severus just simply raised his eyebrow, lifting his lover’s hand smoothly. Tracing his thumb gently on the platinum ring with the letter ’S’ etched into the emerald stone. Not once leaving his eyes from Harry, he placed a tender loving kiss onto the knuckle of the ring finger. “My Harry, I agreed to say ’I do’ on our wedding day did I not?”

He smiled warmly of the small rare affection that his beloved husband gives freely in public. He looked upon his husband’s own ring hand witch was still holding his own softly. Platinum also, but a fiery ruby red as the stone, a letter ’H’ was etched into its surface. He then mimicked his husband’s movements on the larger, rougher hand which hold the ring. His ring. “And you also agreed to this…” He whispered softly, guiding his lover’s hand onto his stomach.

Severus let his- even more rare than emotion public display- mouth curve into a rare smile, his features softening in thought of his love for the man. “No…” Harry looked slightly worried upon hearing his reply, gazing at his lover with fear looming in his eyes. Severus lift his free hand to stroke away his dark locks away from his face. “WE agreed to this Harry…”

The confusion and fear gone, he broke out into a beaming goofy Gryffindor grin. Then he reached up his arms to wrap around his husband’s neck in joy, and kissed him in complete and utter love for the man he hold. With said man wrapped his arms around his little Lion’s waist.

“Ah HA! YESSSSSSSSS! I have finally done it! I have made the final FINAL book! I will be able to defeat everyone and NO ONE will stand in my WAY in power! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!” A slithering hissing voice cackled in triumph.

Severus and Harry broke the kiss-still locked in the embrace of limbs- turned their heads-which everyone in fact did- in the direction of a Dark Lord-which seemed to be like a happy dance that could scare any little children- around the computer. Chanting between each tap of his feet. “I did it! I did it! I did it! I’m number one! I’m number one! HA! HA! HA! You can’t get me! You can’t get me!” Which he displayed another row of tap dancing for the finale.

Everyone looked at the strange, strange, STRANGE man who was posing with his arms outstretched, his black robes blowing- which also blew a large dust ball- by the wind.

“I think he’s gone mad” Whispered Harry.

“No, I think he’s gone madder “Severus replied.

The dark and fearful Lord began to drop his arms to his sides, achingly slow by-most people there on the station thought- embarrassment. But no, it was not. “I see you are all rather impressed by my skills and talent! Yes! You should be! And you should also FEAR me! For when I” He went up his computer, linger his long bony finger upon the ‘Enter’ key. “Press this button, you will ALL be destroyed and I will live once more to rule the world! MWHAHAHA” He took a large breath in and continued “HAHAHAHA!” The man with no nose cackled once again. Seemingly unaware from all the dubious looks directing at the laughing man.

“You know…I feel sorry for him really. I mean this what happens when people get greedy on power” Harry mumbled.

“Well, I for one am truly glad the book series had ended. For two reasons simply. One, if the books HAD continued, my former Master would have most defiantly be placed in St.Mungos mental ward from all the pressure. Just look at him, this what had happened from just the Seven books. It is just enough for me want to hide at the mere thought of an EITGHT book….” He said, with a slight shake in his baritone voice, then faced Harry which soon his voice was calm once more, though lingering with love. “And two, we can finally be together without be constantly interrupted from Rowling. I swear that women never gets sleep. She must find another hobby, or I swear to Merlin that if she interrupt us AGAIN I will go to that second computer next to the Dark Lord and write her about being in-love with said Dark Lord in a endless love triangle with him, her and Nagini”

Harry just simply smirked. “And I won’t love you any less Sev”

“NOW! It is time for my path of destruction to begin! BEHOLD PATHITIC HUMANS!” The lingering finger had dropped upon the significant key.

A large puppet stage had appeared onto the platform, in front of the railway. And out of nowhere a sound of great intensity had bloomed from the heavens which was…

Music.

The red curtains rolled up. A white sign raising above to the viewable part of the show-for the audience-that had risen ’Backstage’. The white, mystical sign had been written had said ’The Potter Puppet Pals’ Which had disappeared from below, which another sign had risen. This was with question marks doodle around the words. ’In The Mysterious Ticking Noise’ Then the sign had lowered as the pervious one.

Soon the music had stopped, but been replaced by a-obvious- ticking noise.

A puppet Snape had immerged. “Hmmm…What is that mysterious ticking noise?” While turning left to right, his arms flapping about. Soon pacing about the stage murmuring “Not over here” and “Not over there” Upon listening to the mysterious ticking sound, the puppet Snape began to bob its head. “Hmm, its kind of…Catchy” Briefly turning its head around once more, he began to chant. “Snape. Snape. Severus Snape. Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.” Now his whole puppet body began to bob also to the beat.

Now Dumbledore popped up out of the stage. “Dumbledore!” Then back down again. Snape still chanting, Dumbledore popping up now and then. Soon to be joined by “Ron Weasley!“. Then a few seconds later, it was “Hermione!” Then along those chanting, Puppet Harry joined. “Harry Potter. Harry Potter. OOOH! Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Yeah! Harry Potter. Harry Potter. That’s me!”

Soon everyone was quiet except the two puppets fighting that chanted. “Snape!” “Harry!” “Snape!” “Harry!” “Snape!” “Harry!” Until once again, the mighty puppet Dumbledore had emerged; naked. “DUMBLEDORE!” Broke them up.

“Oh dear god…What have we been reduced to?” Harry said in horror. Severus, was to scared to reply.

“Herrrrrmione!” Paced at the background. They all resumed chanting their said lines, until they began to sing together. “Singing our song! All day long! At Hooooooooogwarrrrrrts! And they stopped, until Ron spoke. “I have find the source of the ticking!” He held up a red object with a clock tied around on its surface. “It’s a pipe bomb!”

Harry and Hermione cheered, while Snape and Dumbledore looked at each other worriedly before everything blew up in oblivion. Puppet parts raining down onto the stage. Once the rain of stuffed limbs had ceased, a puppet Voldemort had risen in triumph laughing in glee. Then soon to began to tap to mimic the ticking noise. “”Voldemort. Voldemort. Oooh, Voldy Voldy Voldy Voldemort!” Then went below again, with a last sign ’The End’ Before the curtains had lowered with last beat of the music.

The dust ball swiped by once more. Everyone stood still; flabbergasted.

Except one. “MWHAHAHAHA! You are all DEAD!”

Or two. “TOM!” An elderly voice had thundered through the maniac induced laugh. “You have gone TOO far Tom! You have destroyed countless of lives for your sick twisted pleasure!”

Voldemort had abruptly stopped, and went to face the man behind him “Why thank you ALBUS, I take that as a complement!”

The mighty ex-headmaster of witchcraft and wizardry was standing upright, alive and power oozing from him with the elder wand raised in duel mode. “You will finally be gone ONCE and for ALL!”

Voldemort had whipped out his own wand from within his robes. “You wish Headmaster!” He said sarcastically. Then raised to meet Dumbledore’s, but before he could do that Albus was the first to cast.

“Avada Ked-” And before the headmaster could EVEN do that, the Dark Lord simply popped into thin air. Simply disappeared…

Another dust ball had joined the previous one.

“I’m sorry, but did ANYONE got tired of that man? I know that I have!” J.K Rowling approached, holding the notepad which jolted the quick words ‘Voldemort popped into thin air’ “He was getting on my nerves” She shrugged.

Dumbledore just blink, shook his head in a daze “What am I doing here? Last time I swear I was in some sort of dimension talking to a naked Harry…” He rubbed his eyes with the hem of brightly eyesore colours.

“You was naked Potter? With Albus?” Snape growled lightly.

Harry looked more nervous than before. “Err…Did I forget to mention that? I swear Sev, it meant nothing…I wasn’t even really DOING anything! I was figuring out how to kill Voldemort remember? I always think of you, I’ll never cheat on you! If I do, its not on my occurred. You know how people get carried away with words-”

“Hey! I resent that! I wrote that scene when I saw the play Equus! Its not my fault I just happen to write on that day!”

Dumbledore went past making strange trotting noises. “I’m a horse! I’m a white beautiful horse!”

“Oh god…Its happing all over again…” Harry groaned.

“Well, lets be all grateful that Albus is on the light side and not trying to rule the world with puppets” J.K Rowling piped up.

Snape faced Rowling, glaring her straight in the eye- all the while still locked in the loving embrace with Harry-and was pleased that the women did tremble slightly. “You know, since that sixth book, Albus has never been the same again”

The trio all looked back at the white bearded wizard,-who was conjuring teacups and teapots around him with the mighty powerful elder wand- which he and all the cutlery began to dance. Singing happily away in their own little world full of lemon tea and sherbet lemons. “I’m a little teapot, short and stout! This is my handle and this is my sprout!”

The married couple looked back at the famous author. Who in turn looked back at the married couple, smiling sheepishly. “Erm…Sorry about that…Really…”

“And I was hoping that he would be the godfather of our Child too…” Harry mumbled thoughtfully, leaning his head against his lover’s chest.

Mrs Rowling looked rather surprised and astonished at the confession-though Harry looked as if he had not meant to say it out loud- from the smaller man. “You’re…Pregnant? How?”

Snape smirked. “Mrs Rowling, even something’s are not to be understood. Something’s are beyond canon and fiction” Severus placed one of his left hand under Harry’s chin, lifting it ever so gently to look into the green eyes with black. The marriage ring stone glittering even more with the light shining upon it. “Something’s that we can only place our hope and love into. No matter what other people say-no matter who they are- nothing can destroy it but ourselves. You might of ‘killed us off’, if it is in a tragic heroic way, but DO remember Mrs Rowling” Here he placed a gentle kiss upon his lover’s lips. Then went to look back at the women who had accomplished so much for over a decade. “Know this that it might be final for your books…But never for our love”

To be continued…

For people who believe.