The sound of footsteps rang out in the deserted London alleyway as a bearded man dressed in a long, black cloak appeared out of thin air, with nothing to announce his arrival other than a quiet "crack" as the air was forced to move to accommodate his presence, akin to the sound of thunder when lightning split the air.

Though an average Muggle would dismiss it as a mere figment of their imagination, the tip of Holstone's wand poked out between his gloved fingers as he set off down the dusty street, his small, beady eyes darting to and fro. He finally stopped at the entrance to the most dilapidated building of all, his mouth curling in a grimace as he reached out to turn the filthy doorknob before quickly stepping inside.

There was only one room inside, with a single, high-backed chair in the corner the sole piece of furniture visible. Holstone respectfully took off his hat as soon as he entered, clutching it firmly in both hands as he approached the shriveled figure sitting in front of the empty fireplace. "The girl accepted the offer," he said after the other person did not appear to have the intention of speaking.

"Good, good," the figure said without looking up. "And where is the diadem?"

There was a short pause before Holstone replied, "I do not know. I would say it is in the hands of Albus Dumbledore."

"Well, then, it looks as though you'll have to kill him too," the emaciated creature spat. His hands shook and he struggled to stand, but his limbs gave out from under him and he collapsed back into the chair, breathing heavily. "Get it any way you can."

"Of course," Holstone said. "But what about my side of the bargain?"

"If you find out that blasted girl is a time-traveller, I don't care! Sell whatever you want to the papers and make a million Galleons! That's all you want, right?"

"That is not all—" Holstone began, but was interrupted by a loud, hacking cough from the other man.

"Just find the diadem—the girl knows what happened to it. Get the boy too if you can." He looked up for the first time, and Holstone abruptly took a step back when he caught a glimpse of the glowing red eyes.

So. Dancing With Time is officially finished. I'm just as surprised as all of you, believe me. It got off to a bit of a slow start, but really picked up the pace as I got more involved with it. Actually, some of the chapters were written in just a few hours.

There has been some lovely fanart created for both this and An Exquisite Pain-the links are on my profile! I'm still shocked that people like the stories so much that they're willing to draw art based on it.

Anyway, it has been another amazing ride, and I just wanted to take a moment to profusely thank my readers, reviewers, and those who have put this on their faves and story alerts. I'm sure you all know by now that I have a very erratic updating schedule, so thank you so much for sticking with me through that!

Lastly, but certainly not the least, this is not the end. I'm very sure some of you have already guessed this, but there will be one more sequel, and then I am officially finished with Tom and Danielle's story. I planned to make this a trilogy even before I started to write An Exquisite Pain, and although the plot has changed drastically from what I first envisioned it to be, the overall ending hasn't been altered. So, (I can hear some of you groaning and some of you cheering that you have one last fic to put up with) the third and final story will be published in the next five days or so, and is going to be titled The Fate's Illusion. Keep an eye out for that if you are so inclined!

Again, thank you all so much, and I hope to see you again very soon!