The Primrose Tree: A Harry Potter Story {COMPLETE}

Chapter 13: The Final Goodbye

CASSIDY'S P.O.V.

I felt like I'd been asleep for years as I opened my eyes. I could feel my arms and legs again. My chest was rising up and down, which signified I was still breathing. I placed a hand to my heart.

All I could feel was the cold, golden metal of Severus's necklace against my steady beating heart.

I stood up, wobbling slightly as I tried to regain the balance in my feet, which I soon noticed were bare. My bloodstained shirt and jeans had been stripped away and instead, draped over my ghostly pale body, was a long silk gown. My hair, which had been matted to the roots and crusty brown with dirt and dried blood, had been scraped clean of any mats, tangles, and leftover blood or dirt. It was shiny and glossy again, and it felt ever smoother than the dress!

I looked down at my knee where I'd scraped it earlier. There was nothing left. Not a scab or a single scratch. I then reached up to touch my cheek.

The ugly welt that had been left by Bellatrix's hand was gone. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, expecting to feel a soft tug or a strain in my ankle.

Nothing. My ankle was better as well.

I finally got the chance to look around. Everything was blanketed in white. Not a single thing was a different color other than white. The room I was standing in was very quiet. It was so quiet that if you listened hard enough, you could hear the victorious screams of the many Death Eaters rejoicing over my death.

A tiny, yet luminous glow stood before me. I was feeling very skeptical, not exactly sure if I should walk towards it or let it come to me. It wasn't very big. Just a small orb about the size of my nose, hovering in midair.

It was then I realized it was growing. The orb continued to grow until it was about the size of my head.

A picture appeared inside the orb. It was hazy, but I could make out a few faces. I could see my face next to Harry's.

Harry is looking down. The orb shifted to show that he is holding a hand.

My hand.

The orb shifted back to my face. I'm smiling as he leans in and presses his lips to my cheek. A crowd of students, including all our friends, encircle us, showering us with pats on the back and big hugs. The orb shifted again to show Voldemort's corpse on the ground, forever frozen in the sleep of death.

The picture changed. It seemed to fast-forward about twelve years into the future. An older version of me is walking down a long, narrow aisle, which is lined with beautiful white petals. An older version of Harry stands at the end of the aisle. Niall, who looks about eighteen, sits in the front row next to Ginny, who's batting her eyes with a handkerchief. Ron is standing next to Harry, beaming at my older self and giving me reassuring winks. When I reach my spot, I hand Hermione the flowers my fingers had been curled nervously around.

The aisle, the petals, the bouquet of flowers that now rested in Hermione's hands, and the huge diamond on my finger that glistened in the afternoon sun gave everything away.

It was a wedding.

My wedding.

The picture changed again. This time, it's not just me and Harry. Cradled in a soft silver blanket in my arms is a baby.

The baby has soft, plump pink cheeks and smooth black hair. His eyes are a deep green, just like Harry's. My mouth moves in a rhythmic way, and I appear to be singing to him. The baby's eyes flutter shut. I press my lips to his forehead and gently hand over the baby to Harry's waiting arms.

Tears streamed down my face and landed on the slick fabric of my gown. They continued down the white material until they were nothing more than mere puddles of water at my feet. The baby was beautiful, unlike any other I'd ever seen. This might seem kind of selfish, but he was even more beautiful than Niall was when he was a baby!