Well guys, this is it. The end. All loose ends are tied up. I'm so glad you guys took an interest in my story, thank you. +wipes tear from eyes+ I promised I wouldn't do this... lol. I finished HP7 in about 12-13 hrs and it was AWESOME. I was pretty happy with the ending except for the part when... well... I won't spoil it. :) Aaaaaanyway, I have been randomly writing stories on my computer. A lot are just floaters or prologues or whatever, but the sequal to this story is currently four chapters and I'm keeping it going so... yea. :) I'd like to take this time to thank all my loyal reviewers! You've been cooky, you've been helpful, and most of all, you've been fun. Thank you for making my first experience posting a story on a fun one! I love you all!!!!

And now... THE END!!!

Epilogue

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? My parents will adopt you," Danny asked me. We were sitting in his room on his bed, listening to Dumpty Humpty and figuring out my next move.

"I'll be fine," I said, brushing away his concern. I've always wanted to explore. Figure I'll do some of that and then maybe try and find my family. Who knows? I still got my cell." I held up the cell phone and smiled.

"Yea… but what if that runs out?"

"Won't happen for a long time. Darion never went out, so he had his money taken directly from the bank to pay for things. So until that runs out I'm golden. And Darion was rich."

"Won't anyone notice he's gone?" Danny asked.

"You kidding? The guy had no friends, and no people working for him. Just slaves. And I think we're all glad he's gone."

"I am," Danny muttered. "And I was sick through all of it."

I laughed. "That's what you get for not properly taking care of your wounds."

"Well excuse me!" We both began to laugh.

"I'm gunna miss you," Danny said after recomposing himself. "Gunna miss you a lot."

"I'm gunna miss you, too, though I'm sure Sam won't miss me at all."

"Oh well. Sam's new-people-a-phobic," He said with a grin. "Hopefully she'll get over it."

"A new-people-a-phobic?" I laughed incredulously.

"What? There's such a phobia," I shook my head.

"Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13," I chirped.

"We weren't even talking about that."

"I know. Oh, uh, will you tell Lancer I won't be turning in any more of his essays?"

"Can do."

We sat there in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

I stood on the top of my favorite hill and sighed as I watched the sun sink behind the clouds. Danny laid a hand on my forearm.

"You can still stay. It's not too late," He said softly. I gave him a small sideways smile.

"I can't stay. I have to go. And who knows? Maybe I can work of some shape shifting while I'm abroad. Get in touch with nature."

"Sounds pretty cool."

"Yea… but I will miss you." I turned to Danny and embraced him tightly. He returned it enthusiastically. Then we broke apart. I smiled at the slightly taller boy. "I will come back, y'know."

"I know," He sighed. "Can't wait. And if you ever change your mind about the adoption thing… you know."

"Thanks." I touched his hand gently and sighed, moving off to start my journey into the unknown.

The past couple months had been hectic, but now that it was over I felt more free. The air was still cold, but I was planning on heading south before we got some serious snowfall.

It was the beginning of the end, and I was ready to face it.

...Well?