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Chapter Forty-Three: Epilogue
Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end.
In the beginning, I didn't know who I was. I was attacked and had lost all my memory before meeting the people who would end up being the best friends I've ever had. In the middle, we saw the life I made with my friends and my eventual family. We saw the mistakes I made and tried to fix. At the end, we saw how everything started going wrong, and how I eventually ended my life.
I stabbed myself. I wouldn't call it suicide, although by definition that's what it was. I say that I was taking my life to protect others. Sounds more heroic that way - doesn't make it sound like I was trying to escape, which I definitely wasn't.
When I went to the library, I found out a lot. I found out that twins are rare for a reason. When normal person dies, they die. Of course there's the afterlife, but that's a different story. When a fairy dies, they go to their afterlife too. But when there are fairy twins, the deceased twin can choose to continue living through their living counterpart. They can only appear in mirrors except when their counterpart is feeling weak - that strengthens the deceased and they can live in the real world for awhile, at least until the counterpart starts to feel better.
This happens so the deceased can protect and advise their living twin. But if they die at the hand of someone else - not naturally or by disease - something happens in the death process. Something warps their mind. They become bitter about their death and all they want is for their sibling to join them.
They try to "help" your life and end up destroying it. Annie was close to doing that to mine. I stopped her by taking my life. All she really wanted was to be with me again, so I did that for her. She's my sister after all.
After Abbie died, I didn't feel like I had a lot to live for anyways. I had already accomplished my career; I had married the love of my life. And as much as I love Remus, I had to protect him. And protecting him meant keeping Annie and I away from him.
And I'm okay. I'm with my parents, the Potters, the Evans, Annie and Abbie now. I couldn't be happier...well, unless Remus was here. But I don't want him to die - I want him to live his life to the fullest, something he's always been afraid to do.
I've been given the chance to watch everyone grow up and learn how to cope. Of course there was a lot of mourning over me, but you can't help that. Death can be a sad thing for people. Until they realize what's waiting for them.
Remus, however, as much as he was mourning, took my advice and found a new love....sort of. On a night where he was depressed, he went out drinking at the Leaky Cauldron. To his surprise, Marlene was there, also drinking to try and forget what had happened. Well, things happen and they ended up sleeping together. Marlene became pregnant with a little girl.
They told Sirius right away, both feeling bad about what had happened and feeling that he deserved to know. He was angry at first, but came to accept it. Marlene, Sirius and Remus all agreed to give the baby up for adoption once it was born so that they could be raised properly. Not in messed up circumstances like what they were dealing with.
Lily and James had their little boy, Harry James Potter. He was the light of their lives. He looked just like his father, but with Lily's eyes. Of course, he was going to hear that a lot.
Cheryl and Greg had their baby girl a few weeks later, on the nineteenth of August. Like I had predicted, she was the next in line for the throne, and she was very powerful - more powerful than anyone could've predicted. A Prophecy was made about her, but with Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, Dumbledore, and my grandmother as witnesses, they swore to keep magic from her until it was necessary. Her name was Emily, a name derived from the fairy one "Ailimea". I don't think they knew that, though.
Marlene had her little girl, and like they had all vowed, they put Lindsay up for adoption. She was raised by a good family but she was always aware that they weren't her real family. And she spent a long time wondering about it before she was told.
The next year, after celebrating a lot of first birthdays, Marlene was killed with her family while visiting. A Death Eater named Travers did it, a few others backing him up. She fought hard, harder than anyone I had ever seen to protect her family. She was the first of her family to die. And she died a hero.
That October, on Halloween night, Lily and James Potter were killed by Voldemort himself, after he had tried to kill him twice before. A Prophecy was made about Harry that no one knew about except for those close to him. Voldemort tried to kill Harry, but instead, killed himself and left a lightning-bolt scar on Harry's forehead. He was raised from then on by Lily's horrid sister.
Sirius was blamed that night for giving away the Potter's location. Everyone thought he was the Secret Keeper because of being James' best friend. Everyone was wrong. They knew what people would think and instead told Peter. Peter had been working for Voldemort, unbeknownst to everyone else.
Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban for a crime that Peter committed. No one saw it coming.
Remus ended up keeping his promise and became the mentor for Emily, who happened to become close friends with Lindsay and date Harry. The Atafs were definitely at work when that happened.
I was kept in the back of everyone's mind, when they saw someone who looked like me, a song of mine came on the radio, a picture of me turned up. But other than that, I became a memory. Just a memory until we all met again.