Daku-DarkNess316: I'm glad you do.

Kenjo: Tada! And cause... I didn't write it. That's why. I just wanted to kill somebody, because it would be goo

Silvermane1: Thanks!

hell-kill: Well...

LunarCatNinja: I'm glad you like it though. *smiles*

So... Yeah. This is the last of the series. Umm... The song Harry sings off and on throughout this story is Never Too Late by Three Days Grace.

Oh, and the version of Ring Around the Rosie is from Dead Space. It's okay, I'll add to it at the end.

Love, Keta

Morgenstern

Prologue: Ring Around the Rosie

Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

Ring around the rosie
What do you suppose we
can do to fight the darkness
in which we drown?

Ring around the rosie
This evil thing, it knows me
Lost ghosts surround me
I can't fall down

Red eyes stare up at the moon as their owner listens to the sound of chaos, war, disorder, and death. 'I wonder who will live, who will die, and who will be born anew.' Black hair waves in the breeze and obscures his vision, not allowing him to see one monster strike down the other.

Harry's eyes snap open, finding himself alone in their coffin, and sits up before lifting the lid and leaping out to search his master out. "Alu?" his voice rings out. "If you can hear me, talk back." No answer. "Damn... Ina must have sent him somewhere." He trudges upstairs with the intention of finding something to eat and nods to the guards as he passes. "This world will never be what I expected..." He smiles. "And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it..."

After finding out that Alucard went to Italy with Sir Integra and Walter, Harry decides to go on his own adventure. So he packs up a small lunch and grabs his wand before heading out into London, with hope to make it to a park, play for a bit and get back before his master comes home.

He strolls down the back alleys and across shaded streets until he finds the perfect place for him to play. It's shaded and quiet with few people around, and there's swings, his favorite thing to play on. He sits in one, rocking back and forth slowly before finally picking up speed. "I will not leave alone everything that I own to make you feel like it's not too late; it's never too late..."

Suddenly, the chains holding him up are grabbed, and he's thrown on the ground roughly. He looks up at his attackers, three vampires. "Hello, pet," one says. "How's about you come with us for a while?"

He gets up as quickly as he can and heads for the trees, murmuring under his breath. "Even if I say..." He dodges to the right. "It'll be alright, still I hear you say..." He jumps up as one dives at him. "You want to end your life." He slams his feet into its head and feels the bones break. "So then and again, we try..." He takes off in a different heading: to an abandoned building. "To just stay alive." He dodges to the left. "Maybe we'll turn it all around, cause it's not too late..." He's tackled to the ground and a cloth with something sickenly sweet on it is pressed to his face. Just before passing out, he thinks, 'it's never too late...'