A/n: ok, before I start with this chapter I just want to say sorry for not publishing it yesterday! I had a power cut, and then I fell asleep 🤦🏻‍♀️
Aaaanyways, I hope you enjoy the final chapter! 🖤
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"That's Uncle Vernon," Harry said quietly to me as we got through the barrier, pointing to a big, beefy man with a rather unpleasant expression. "He — uh — doesn't like magic." He had said this last part because his uncle was standing a good distance from two adults with fiery red hair — who I recognised from Sirius' newspaper clipping as Ron's parents — eyeing them suspiciously, and when Mrs Weasley hugged Harry in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed.
"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry as Harry bid him, Hermione, and me goodbye, then wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward his uncle, the letter from Sirius clutched tightly in his hand.

"Ron, who's this?" Mr Weasley asked, nodding his head at me.
"Oh, this is—"
I gestured for him not to say my full name, but he didn't see.
"—Ivory Riddle," he finished.
"Great, thanks, Ron," I muttered as his parents' faces both paled considerably, and they carefully pulled both him and Hermione away from me.

"What do you think you're doing, being so near to her?" I heard Mrs Weasley hiss at Ron. "You know what her parents have done—"
"I'm not defined by my parents' actions," I said, looking up at the big clock on the wall. "Ron, Hermione, did either of you see what time the note showed up?"
"No, but at a guess, I'd say it was about five minutes ago," Hermione said, pulling herself away from Ron's parents, and walking back over to me.

"I-I should get back onto the platform... just in case she comes early..." I muttered, my eyes stinging with tears.
Hermione suddenly flung her arms around me, tears running down her face.
"I-I'm going to m-miss y-you," she sobbed, ignoring Mr and Mrs Weasley's protests in the background.
"I-I'd say I-I'll miss you t-too, but I-I—" I said, finally allowing my own tears to fall.
"I-I know," she said quietly, stopping me from finishing my sentence — not that I'd have been able to do so anyway.

Then Ron pulled free of his parents as well and ran over, joining in our hug.
"It's not going to be the same without you, Ivory," he said quietly, his voice shaking.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
We stood like that for a few minutes, then I finally pulled away from them.
"I've got to go," I said, forcing myself to stop crying and wiping the tears from my face. "She'll be here soon..."
And without waiting for them to say anything, I walked through the barrier again, so I was now back on platform nine and three-quarters.

There was only one person there now, and when I saw who it was, I stopped in my tracks. My eyes, which were now red and puffy from crying, grew wide.
"So," Mother said, walking threateningly over to me. "You decided not to listen to what I told you to do."
"I-I—"
"How dare you?!" she hissed, her voice so thick with venom that I took a few steps backwards, almost going right through the barrier again. "How dare you disobey my orders?!"

"P-please, M-Mother... I-I was just—"
She grabbed my arm so hard it felt like it was going to break, her nails digging painfully into it.
"The rat's already told your father exactly what happened that night." Her voice was soft now, but I knew this meant danger. The softer her voice became, the more danger you were in. Right now, the danger levels were off the scale. I cowered backwards.

"I-I-I—" I started, my voice barely audible, but she cut me off again.
"Silence!" she snarled. "You disobeyed my orders not to leave this platform, and you disobeyed too many of your father's orders to even count!"
She jerked my head up sharply so I was looking straight at her.
"And you've been crying," she said, looking at my puffy, red eyes and the tear-tracks on my face in disgust. "Showing weakness again... you're not even worth the air you're breathing."
I didn't say anything this time, though I was silently agreeing with her in my head.

Mother dragged me across the platform to the place you could apparate from, her nails still digging into my arm. I looked back at the barrier for a second, regret quickly spreading through my body.
I should've run when I had the chance... I should've hidden somewhere and used the Fidelius Charm... I should've apparated to somewhere they would never have found me...
My thoughts were stopped suddenly as my mother twisted slightly on the spot, and the horrible feeling of apparating consumed me.

We landed in the Manor a few seconds later, and were immediately greeted by Lucius. Well, greeted might not be the right word, to be honest. It was more like "oh the scum's here her father wants to see her in the meeting room and now I'm going to go and talk to Narcissa about the Quidditch World Cup goodbye".
Mother pulled me into the "meeting room", as it had come to be called, where my father was waiting impatiently, then turned and left again.

"Ivory," Father said, his voice cold.
The usual fear I felt in his presence was replaced by red-hot anger as I thought of what he'd done to my sister, but I kept a calm face. If he found out I knew about her, he'd be sure to remove the memories again, and I definitely didn't want that to happen.

He seemed to realise I was angry for some reason, as his eyes narrowed, and he took his wand from his pocket.
"Wormtail told me the strangest story the other day," he said softly. "Do you know what it was?"
I shook my head, though I felt certain I knew.
"He told me you were helping Sirius Black, as well as a half-breed, a blood-traitor, a Mudblood, and Harry Potter," Father said, and although he sounded completely calm, I could see the anger in his eyes. "And do you know what else?"
I shook my head again.
"He told me that the half-breed already knew what had really happened twelve years ago."

"So...?" I said quietly, trying to think of why he'd be mentioning it.
"It had to get the information from somewhere," he said in a dangerously low voice. "Someone must have told it..."
My anger only increased at the fact Father was saying "it" rather than "he", as if Lupin wasn't at all human just because of his Lycanthropy.
Don't react... you're in a bad enough situation as it is; you don't want to make it any worse.

"You were the only one who could have told it," my father hissed, and I took a step backwards.
"I-I didn't t-tell him anything, F-Father," I said, cursing silently in my head when my voice shook.
"Don't lie to me." His voice was becoming more and more venomous every time he spoke. "I should have done this a long time ago. Sectumsempra!"
I was thrown onto my back on the floor. I could feel deep gashes appear on my body... it was pain like I'd never felt before... but I didn't scream. I couldn't. I was already losing far too much blood... I could feel myself getting weaker by the second... I was struggling to see... to move... to breathe...

Everything slowly turned black.

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And that's it, the end of Fear of a Name! Sorry about the last bit, but it had to happen; Voldy never goes back on his word.

Before I go and cry because I've killed Ivory, I'd just like to thank some people:

IzTheUnsociableOne, who helped a lot when I was stuck with what to write next, especially in earlier dialogue with Lupin. Your help and advice has been invaluable, and I don't think I'd have been able to get anywhere near to finishing this book without you. 🖤

DinaRiddle770, who's been here from the very beginning, voting and/or commenting on pretty much every new chapter. You really helped me stay motivated to keep writing- and ultimately finish- this book, especially before I had that many readers. 🖤

mdr_24601, who's also been voting and/or commenting on pretty much every new chapter. Again, you really helped me stay motivated to finish this. 🖤

And finally, I'd like to thank all of you for reading. Whether you've voted, commented, added the book to your reading list, or just been a silent reader, you're all amazing! I never imagined this would get even 100 reads, so for it to have got over 20k is utterly incredible, and it still amazes me that people keep reading. 🖤

That's all there is to say, I guess... so thanks once again, and I'll hopefully see some of you in my next book, whatever that may be. But until then...

Mischief managed.