A/N: why is the Fat Lady never priveliged to her own story? She's had too have seen it all. Well here's tribute to her, with some fan fic ships worked in...R&R please!

Everybody thinks that I'm strange, just because I try to break glasses with my voice. How is that my fault? Sitting here day after day after day. And eventually days turn to years and years turn to centuries.

I've seen just about everything. I was here when Godric, Salazar, Helga, and Rowena roamed these very halls. I saw Albus and Aberforth go here, constantly arguing and under scrutiny. I saw Severus Snape's heart break every time he saw Lily and James together. I even let Severus in once, just once, when he desperately needed to talk to Lily, to convince her that they should be together. [And maybe they should have been.] I saw Minerva McGonagall pass through, and look at Severus like he was her world. [But he never knew.] I watched Draco and Hermione break each other's hearts repeatedly and I let Draco in once, just once, when he desperately needed to talk her. Because they were in crazy in love. I heard Harry Potter's screams when Voldemort haunted his sleep. I heard Ginny Weasley's sobs after Harry told her they couldn't be together. [Not that she'd ever let anybody see.] I heard Ron's many plans on how to murder Draco, because he too loved Hemione. [But she was too in love with Draco to think of him like that at all. And it broke his heart.] I've seen the castle in chaos while Harry Potter finally defeated the Dark Lord. I was here when the ghosts were alive. I've seen it all.

But it ain't over till the Fat Lady sings.