Epilogue

Many months have passed now since her death at our home and I was more than right in my belief that things from that point on would be changing, and not necessarily for the better.

I still do not know why my father, the man who I had so respected and so admired for many years, he who I thought would always be there to be my saviour no matter the trouble, why he was not there when I, and she also, needed him most of all. I'm still sure that had he been there things could have been different, he had wanted her for something and maybe if he'd been there to talk to explain she would still be alive today.

I don't know fully what was his part in all of this and I have a feeling now that I shall not know now for some time, if ever. There was a incident at the Ministry and father now resides in Azkaban, thanks be given to Potter and his friends meddling as usual where they're not wanted. But whatever the reason I'm not sure how it would change things for me. My feelings for him have changed somewhat considerably, never before have I thought of him as weak but now?

Perhaps weak is not the correct word, misguided or blinded perhaps, but whatever the right word all I know now is that he was not here for us then and he is not here for us now. These occurrences have left me plagued with doubt, things I was once so sure of now seem…questionable.

Since fathers imprisonment it has been left to me to care for us, Mother and myself, but it is not this task that burdens me so.

Soon the time will come for me to return to Hogwarts, my sixth year and there I am to get what should be my greatest achievement. The task he has given me would be both mine and his greatest of all victories…

…If only I was sure that I could

A/N: at last it is at an end. I feel a little sad actually but the story is over and there will, obviously, be no sequal to these event. I hope you who have read this enjoyed my story, thankyou for reading I appreciate it muchly.

Love to you all xx