This is the last chapter of A Chorus Line. I can't say it was always a pleasure writing this, however I said that I would finish it, and I did. I really wanted to show that the Wizarding World had improved since the battles with Voldemort, and thus this is my attempt of proving that. I hope that you have enjoyed reading this and be sure to check out my other pieces! (Most of my other pieces have much longer chapters, btw.)

Edward sat at the ice cream parlor, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, whoever that was, and stared idly at his half eaten ice cream. Upon approaching this weird establishment, Edward was handed an obviously well used small menu by a harried cashier and then was left to his own devices. The menu was entitled, VP Options, in parentheses were the words, 'Vampire Persons'. The menu itself had options of preferential non-human blood mixed with such flavours as black raspberry and maple walnut.

He had chosen almost without hesitation synthetically produced bobcat blood mixed with a choco-de-mint flavour. He then chose a seat towards the back corner where he could see the door, and yet not be too affected by the sun. This was why vampires loved living in the UK, always foggy, rainy, and cloudy, thus perfect. A half an hour had passed and half of his ice cream had been finished when Edward saw Harrison walk through the door.

He bypassed the ice cream and made a beeline right for Edward's table, "Sorry about the wait, parental responsibilities run on no one's schedule but their own." Edward nodded feeling not quite sure about this meet up or where the conversation would head. Harry sat. "Doubtless you have questions for me, I will answer them within reason."

Edward's intention had been to remain calm, cool, and collected. He had intended to remain in complete control over his emotions and in general not act like a basket case. This plan completely unraveled at the sight of Harrison sitting in front of him and having to hide nothing. He broke and asked everything that had ever occurred in his mind to ask him.

To Harrison's credit, he answered every question that was thrown at him, no matter if the answer was revealing, positive, or negative. He owed it to Edward, he supposed, to be as frank and honest as possible. It had been his choice, after all, to choose to leave and then cut all contact with Edward over the years. It seemed as though that had been the right choice, this Edward was different, for the better, and yet there was still some growing up left to do.

When all of Edward's questions had been expended they just sat there at the table and listened to the idle chatter that surrounded them in the ice cream parlor. Edward learned that Harrison was in fact, Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived, and was quite the celebrity in the Wizarding World. He also learned about the origin of his children and all about Harry's childhood. It was a lot to take in. He never thought, even with Bella that he might find someone who could truly understand what he had gone through. The stigmatism that Harry had faced, and the knowledge that he contained about vampires soothed Edward's soul. This wasn't just someone trying to get into a relationship under misguided principles he considered with surprise that this relationship might actually work.

And this is how it continued for months, small quiet meetings in different locations. Edward obtained a job at Ollivanders collecting ingredients for potions and wands. It worked out quite well, the collection of a lot of the items was a dangerous process and with Edward being a vampire, it became a lot safer all around. In this world that was so new to him Edward slowly felt as though he was gaining the freedom that he could never have considered in the outside world. After two months of living in the Wizarding World Edward actually found himself attending to shopping and other menial tasks in the daylight.

Those members of society that would deem him dangerous were otherwise content upon viewing his eye colour. It was strange that these people were so ready to accept him, while in muggle world, for he had begun to use their terminology, he would be slaughtered on the spot without consideration for his diet. He was monitored and had his blood samples taken regularly and checked for non-animal and synthetic blood. This was just a precaution, and Edward did not mind it if it meant that he was accepted in a society.

It was a nice spring day in March when Harry and Edward were walking down Diagon Alley. It was this day that it truly occurred to Edward that it was because of Harry, because of his friend and maybe lover that any of these changes were possible. He and several others defeated the dark lord and lead the way for government changes in how magical creatures and those of different blood statuses were treated. It was Harry and a friend of his, Hermione Longbottom nee Granger, that truly championed for the cause of vampire and werewolf rights. Life couldn't get any better, or so Edward thought until something miraculous happened.

Harry had slipped his hand into Edward's when the vampire had been in the midst of deep concentration. Edward's inner dialogue had been interrupted when Harry chose to give his hand a strong and understanding squeeze. Edward stared down at their joined hands in a mystified manner. "You're holding my hand, in public."

Harry didn't give him a verbal answer; he just nodded and continued to window browse.

They were content in their relationship. Edward's next mission was to gain a flat of his own, close by Ollivanders, but somewhere where he could also have peace. The answer came in the private adds in the Daily Prophet. There was a listing for a one bedroom flat above Flourish and Botts. The decision made in his mind, Edward drew up a resume with a good list of references, Harry Potter, Mr. Ollivander, Hermione Longbottom nee Granger, and a one Draco Malfoy who he had taken a rather liking to once learning that he was a somewhat new vampire. It was not long before his resume and application was accepted and Edward and his new friends were busy moving him into his new abode.

It was small, cleanly, and overall bookish as though the sheer library downstairs had migrated slightly to the upstairs. His every wall space and really any open space was covered in books. His book collection was quite vast having lived since around 1900. He had it all from John Locke to Francis Bacon to Homer and Hesiod. His bed was pristine and covered in a nice crème coloured duvet. Since coming to this world he had acquired a medication for sleeping specially prescribed to vampires. It was the absence of certain proteins from their diet that disallowed sleep and with the new medication Edward was able to truly reclaim the one true thing he had missed since 1918.

His kitchen was well stocked with all the newest and improved blood infused foods. These wizards really new how to make a guy feel welcomed. All and all the move to the Wizarding World and becoming a member of their society had given Edward something that he thought he would never achieve, freedom. He was once again free to eat, sleep, and do what he wanted without fear of harm or reprisal from anyone. He felt accepted and slowly bit-by-bit his self-loathing and pity began to subside.

It was not until a year after moving to the Wizarding World that Harry dared to spend the night. Things were becoming normal to Edward, the world didn't hate him and everything was falling into place. After living so long in seemingly internal agony, he was able to be normal and loving. It was then that Harry sprung something on Edward that sealed the deal of their relationship.

"I can't die." Harry said one morning nonchalantly whilst getting dressed from staying the night.

Edward who had been watching from his position on the bed sat up abruptly. "You what?"

"I can't die." Harry sat down on the corner of the bed in nothing but dress slacks and an open white button down with a tie slung haphazardly over his shoulder. "Hermione and I have been experimenting and researching. We don't believe I can die."

Edward stared at his hands as they clenched and unclenched. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Harry gave him a bland look, refusing to play into a dramatic scene with the over emotional vampire, "I am not doing anything, playing anything, or lying about anything. I am telling you because we are partners." He paused, "And because I wanted to you to know that you won't be alone for the rest of eternity now."

The room was silent.

"When do you think that you became," Edward struggled with the word, "immortal?"

Harry shrugged, "We are thinking that I could never truly die once I survived the killing curse once. My aging as severely slowed down over the years, I mean look at me." Harry gestured to himself, "I don't look a day over twenty-three. My height is a joke and my frame is not filled out in the least. I look like a scrawny little cretin."

"Harry," Edward didn't know what to say beyond that.

"So, you're stuck with me Edward." Harry said with finality in his voice. "Everyone is going to age and die around me, I've come to terms with that. Barely, but I have. You are in the same boat that I am." Harry caught Edward's downcast eyes, "We're going to make this together. Life is always worth living with a partner by your side."

Harry reached out and Edward clasped his hands tightly. "Together, Harry." They nodded, their resolve firm and never looked back.

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