"No no no no no no! Harry!" Rosalie screamed as she watched Harry's body slump down in front of her.

She held his face within her hands, pulling his head up so that he was level with her face, but his eyes remained closed.

She shook him slightly, willing him to wake.

"Harry don't leave me! Harry you can't!" she cried, tears filling her eyes as she waited for some sort of signal from Harry.

Any sign.

"What have you done?" the words came across the room, low and angry.

Rosalie looked up to see Penelope standing in the middle of the room, shock written all over her face.

"Wake him up Rosalie," she said, panic beginning to set in, "wake him up you stupid little bitch!"

Rosalie shook her head, unable to speak she cradled Harry's head on her shoulder, shuddering as she felt the coldness of his skin on her neck.

"Look what you've done!" she screamed at Rosalie, "you are meant to be dead, not him!"

Overcome with rage and grief, Penelope grabbed at her own hair as she collapsed to the ground, screaming at the thought of her brother now lying dead in Rosalie's arms.

For a few minutes the sound of Penelope's sobbing filled the room until she let out an angry scream.

She stood up, eyes wild as she looked at Rosalie.

"Don't touch him," she said.

"What?" Rosalie replied.

"Get your hands off him!" she seethed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, "he is mine!"

Rosalie clutched Harry tighter to her.

Even though he was now dead, she was not going to relinquish him to Penelope.

She would die trying first.

"No," she said quietly.

"Well let's fix that shall we?" Penelope replied, looking around the room, a smile appearing on her face when she found what she was looking for.

She walked over and picked up a shard of glass, clenching it tightly so that blood beginning to drip out of her hand.

"Perhaps I should finish what I started earlier? What do you say Rosalie?" she smirked at the other woman, "you killed my brother, 'tis only fair that I return the favour..."

Rosalie held on tighter to Harry.

"I didn't mean it Penelope! Why would I kill the man I was planning to marry?" she asked.

"Best laid plans..." Penelope replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Rosalie braced herself for what was to come, when she felt a slight breath on her shoulder.

She turned her head to look at Harry and gasped as she watched a wisp of black trail out of his mouth and disappear into thin air.

"Rosalie..." she heard Harry whisper, "remember the prophecy..."

Rosalie fought to remember.

'True aim to the heart, she must not miss.'

Rosalie reached up and grasped the shard that was still embedded in Harry's chest.

She hissed again as she gripped it and pulled it out of him, causing Harry to groan out in pain.

"What...what are you doing?" Penelope asked as she neared them, "leave him be! He is not yours Rosalie, leave him be!"

Harry lifted his head weakly to turn to Penelope.

"The curse...it's gone," he whispered, "Rosalie did it Penelope...I knew she would," he smiled weakly.

"Can you stand Harry?" Rosalie asked.

Both women watched as Harry slowly pushed himself off the frame and stood upright, his legs shaking slightly, but he was standing.

Rosalie broke into a smile as he held a hand out to her, pulling her up, the glass still in her hand.

Harry turned to Penelope.

"Rosalie and I will leave here immediately Penelope," he shook his head sadly, "after everything we have been through, the secrets you kept, for you to have treated Rosalie this way, to try and kill her...how can I possibly forgive you? You will never see me again, that shall be punishment enough for you Penelope. To live out the rest of your days in solitude," he said quietly.

"Harry, no!" Penelope cried.

"We could have lived together, the three of us, free from this wretched curse," he shook his head sadly and turned his back towards Rosalie.

"I will not let you leave Harry! I will not let her take you away from me!" Penelope suddenly screamed before she ran across the room towards Rosalie.

She lashed out, swinging her arm out wildly as the glass slashed across Rosalie's arm, drawing blood.

Penelope smirked at Rosalie before reaching again to stab her with the glass, but suddenly stopped, the smile dropping from her face.

She looked down to see the glass shard from Rosalie's hand now lodged into her stomach.

Rosalie put her hands over her mouth as her body began to shake.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean it."

Penelope looked over at Harry.

"Harry...look what she's done..." she held her arms out to him as the bloodied glass fell from her hand onto the floor, "help me...your sister..."

Harry moved to scoop Penelope up into his arms, holding her close as she clung to him, her breathing becoming more rapid as she struggled to stay awake.

"I knew you'd see reason my darling brother, just the two of us, like it's supposed to be," she said smiling up at him.

Harry began to walk towards the open balcony with Penelope.

"I forgive you, I know it was a moment of weakness Harry," Penelope continued, placing a kiss on his cheek, "you'll soon forget her Harry, you'll see, life will be wonderful again," she cooed.

"Indeed, it will Penelope," Harry agreed, "but it will be wonderful for Rosalie and me," he said.

Penelope looked at him, her eyes wide in anger.

She moved her arm and pulled out a small knife from her dress pocket, raising it up in the air.

The room was suddenly filled with her screams as Harry let go of her, watching as she fell out of his arms from the balcony and onto the ground below.

A tear escaped and ran down his cheek as he looked at her body, now still and lifeless.

For everything she had done, she had been his constant companion for so many years.

He had loved her as a brother loved a sister, and he could not instantly forget everything they had shared.

He turned to look at Rosalie, who now stood in front of him, her mouth open in shock.

He walked over to her and pulled her into his embrace, the two of them standing in each other's arms for quite some time.

Harry released her before silently pulling her out of the room.

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EPILOGUE

Harry headed towards the room, alerted by the cries coming from within it.

He opened the door slowly and looked inside.

He was met with another pair of the same green eyes staring back at him.

He entered, a frown upon his face as he walked over to them.

"Your mother only put you down for a nap ten minutes ago darling girl," he whispered to the baby girl currently standing up in her cot, babbling in excitement as she saw her father, "you know you'll get us into trouble," he said as he lifted her out and cuddled her close.

He walked over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and sat down, holding her close to him as he began to rock her.

He smiled as she snuggled into him, yawning as she fought to fall asleep whilst he swept her chocolate curls aside and kissed her gently on the head.

He marvelled at the beautiful creature he and Rosalie had created together.

How happy and content his life was now.

In these quiet times he snatched with his daughter, his thoughts would occasionally drift to Penelope.

Despite how things had ended, she had still been his best friend growing up all these years.

He couldn't just forget that.

The Penelope he grew up with would have made a wonderful Aunt.

She wasn't the same Penelope when she left this world.

Sighing, Harry stared down at his daughter.

"Sleep my darling Penny," he whispered, "sleep my baby girl."