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Chapter 26 {Epilogue}

Harry's brilliant green eyes fluttered open. His hazy senses took in the comfortable chair, cheerful fire, and the open book on his knees. He stretched his arms sighing as his spine popped in several locations. He spared a glance at the clock and groaned when he realized that it was almost eight thirty.

'As if Draco needs another reason to kill me.' He pushed the paper thin reading glasses up on his nose and placed a piece of stationary in the book to keep his place. The oak door opened and as if Harry had conjured him up by thought alone there stood Draco in his full wizard finery.

"If you insist on reading all day the least you could do is be ready when I ask you to." Draco's tone was slightly irritated, but his eyes softened as he noticed the novel in Harry's tanned hands.

"Will you get over it already? I am surprised that you still remember." Draco's soft voice irritated as it passed over a sore subject.

"Why wouldn't I?" Harry refused to look at him, stubbornness etched in his posture.

"Considering the fact that it has been almost twenty years since either of us saw her. The fact that so much has happened since then that should merit more thought."

"Like how we found Voldemort?" Harry could barely contain his laughter.

"He looked like a senile old man. Nothing all that amusing." Draco sniffed.

"His socks didn't even match. For the Deatheater's feared leader that is pretty bad." Reluctantly Draco joined in Harry's laughter. He moved over and sat on the arm of Harry's chair.

"I wonder where she went."

"She lied to me you know." Draco raised his silver eyebrow. "She told me once, that if I needed her I could just call and she would come. I remember shouting for her from the battlements. She never came." Harry hung his head as memories washed over him.

"Sometimes I think she must have died. But then, if I stare at the fire long enough, I get the feeling that she is alive, but far away." Draco reached over and ruffled his husband's hair.

"You think too much. No matter what we couldn't have changed anything."

"Would you?" Silver eyes met green in confusion. "If you could turn back time and save her or us would you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"She was meant to leave us. Even if we could have prevented being caught by those tribesmen something else would have come up to take her away." Harry sighed he hated it when Draco showed such logic. "Now come on we have already passed the fashionably late point."

"Do we have to go?" Harry used the secret weapon known as puppy dog eyes. Draco screwed his eyes shut.

"That isn't going to work. At this rate you are going to become a hermit Harry." Draco rose and walked back to the door. "This is the last time I am letting you stay home." Harry flashed Draco a grin before the blonde shut the door to his haven. Harry opened the book once again.

It seemed like we were with her forever, but it lasted barely a week, maybe two, I could never get the timing down. Dumbledore told us that we had been missing for awhile. No one could find us anywhere. To this day no one else recalls her face or her power. I can't help but wonder why. Harry pulled out a quill from the nearby desk and it hovered over the last blank page in his old journal.

This will have to be the last entry. Slowly my eyesight has been deteriorating. In a few years I will have no proof of her existence. Draco's scars have long since faded and no longer appear like the normal wrinkles in his hand. The tower was rebuilt exactly the same. Well not exactly since no one knew of the mark she placed in the portrait hole. I still run my hand over where it should have been whenever I visit my son. Harry paused for a second.

Our son. I miss her horribly. I can never forget the first time I really met her. She put Draco and I together rather forcefully. I can't begin to imagine how long it would have taken us to get together on our own. If we ever did. Draco is right though. I have to put her away. I have other things that need my attention.

Like keeping Hermione sane. Although I must say it is her fault for marrying Ron. I am rambling again. I should put something formal like 'Here inscribed is the last of Harry Potter's secret journal complete with the saga of Viper Sadi'. Yet I have the feeling that somewhere she is going to be creating another story. This might end my part in it, but she will continue.

The scratching of quill on paper stilled as Harry watched the last of his words dry. Somberly he shut the leather bound book. He stared into the fire, watching the flames perform an intricate dance just for him. A strange formation had him leaning closer to the hearth. A face smiled and blew a kiss at him. He stumbled back startled. The fire died. In the darkness, sprawled over the floor a smile grew on his face. She was real.

A/N: I just had to tie up a few loose ends with all the questions that had been sent my way. I also found some pretty cool fanart on Viper. The link is in my bio if you are interested. Thanks for all the attention! I love you all for reading this even if you didn't review.