AN: This is it! The last page! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story; your support is very much appreciated. If you don't want it to end, fear not! The fifth and final installment of Larna's adventure will be on its way in the next 6 months. For now, enjoy!

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Larna Price was very, very rarely speechless, but apparently, Fred had managed to create an exception. Tears welled up in Larna's eyes, and she cursed them even as they fell down her face. She had given up on coherent thought from the fourth and final word Fred had uttered, and it wasn't until he said, a tad nervously, 'Well are you going to answer me or not? My knee is getting sore down here!' that she managed to gather her thoughts together enough to reply.

'YES! Of course I'll marry you, how could I refuse?' Then they were laughing and crying and laughing and hugging, all in the midst of the rapturous applause that surrounded them where they stood.

'About time!'

'Thank Merlin!'

'Oh, the children they'll have!'

'Congratulations!'

'Nicely done, brother!'

'Wahey!'

Larna and Fred heard the shouts and cries from their family and friends, but for most of them were unable to tell whose voice was whose. It didn't matter though; they had each other, and they had the support of everyone else. Life was perfect.