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Summary: A response to challenge 888. Illyria infects someone else.

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Harry Potter > General > Alternate UniverseOdjnFR151410,03021015,08418 May 051 Jul 05Yes

Epilogue

This is the first time I've actually done a challenge before. Was it any good? If I'm honest with myself, no. I think it followed the episodes in question too closely. What do you think?

Epilogue

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at one end of the table. Hermione was dressed in some of Ron’s clothing. Spike was sitting all too casually in his own seat near the other end of the table. Angel stood at the window, looking out over his city, brooding.

They’d just finished going over what happened. For what seemed like the millionth time.

The last few days had been… difficult. Hermione had been subjected to a broad battery of tests, all of which had determined nothing.

They now knew that the potion that Hermione was given separated her soul from her body temporarily. Because of that, Illyria wasn’t able to consume her soul – she may have come back wrong as a result.

“So… No army of doom scorching the earth. Huzzah for our side,” Spike said. He didn’t sound like he meant it.

“We need to close the gateway to Illyria’s temple,” Angel said. “Permanently. I don’t want any more surprises.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Hermione said. “There’s nothing left there.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at that. “What about the leather queen?”

Hermione shook her head, looking away. Ron touched her hand, comforting her. “I don’t know. She’s… still inside me, but…”

Harry decided a change in subject was needed.

“We’re going home tomorrow,” He announced. He smiled. “I never thought I’d be happy to go back to the Dursleys, but it’ll be good to put this all behind us.”

Harry stood up. He glanced over at his two best friends. They were lost in their own world.

“It’s not over,” Angel said.

“It’ll never be over, but it’s enough that things have calmed down for the moment,” Harry said. He looked over at Ron and Hermione again. Ron had sort of lost it, when he thought she was gone. Harry hoped things would go back to the way they were before, but he knew it wasn’t likely. Ron had calmed down a bit, and that was enough. “Whatever happens next, we’ll face it together.”

Spike stood up. “Right. Well. Good luck then.”

Angel offered them a rare smile. “Call us, if you need any help.”

**

Wesley watched them go, watched them board the British Airways flight back to England. They had first class seats, courtesy of Wolfram & Hart.

He didn’t know what would be waiting for them when they landed at Heathrow, but he knew it was better than what waited for him when he got home.

Wesley couldn’t bring himself to think about the alternative. Things had worked out, in the end, and that was enough. He’d have to live with the consequences. He’d have to carry the guilt with him for the rest of his days.

Was it worth it? He couldn’t answer that.

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