Harry, Ron, and Hermione were immediately transported to an unfamiliar place. But all of them were struck at the sight of familiar people.

Harry Potter, whose last year was finally catching up to him, felt tears prick the back of his green eyes.

The four of them were sitting at a small round table in the corner of a cozy looking kitchen. Lana Bowers was tucked under Sirius Black's arm while they smiled across opened Butterbeers at their companions. Remus Lupin sat in one chair across from them, his eyes tired but happy. He yawned, covering his mouth every so often while his head was propped up by the other arm. Beside him, James Potter, full of life and joy, was waving his arms around so wildly that he almost fell off of his chair.

The four looked peaceful and they looked happy in the way that only people who were exactly where they belonged could be.

"And I swear to you all now," James declared wildly, "That he's going to be Gryffindor Quidditch Captain one day!"

"That's a lot of pressure for a boy who is not even a year old," Lana chuckled into Sirius's shirt. "What if he doesn't like Quidditch? Or...if he's not in Gryffindor?"

James shrugged carelessly, his wild hair flopping around his forehead. "We'll first of all, he's being raised by me. He will love Quidditch. Second," he let out a mock sigh, "I suppose I'll need to disown him."

"Hardly," Remus scoffed. "How would you end up explaining that one to Lily?"

"I'd look right at her and I'd say, Lily, we have to exchange him. This one is broken."

They all laughed even as Lana balled up a napkin and threw it at his head. "HARDLY! YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH HIM James Potter!"

He sighed again, "True. I suppose I could expand my wardrobe to include another scarf if ABSOLUTELY necessary. Even..." He shuddered, "Even a green one. Merlin my dad would come back to haunt me for that one!"

"And then your mum," Sirius smirked, "would remind you that she was in Slytherin and it would serve you right."

"Well no matter what house our Little Dreamer is in, it's going to be amazing. He's going to be amazing," Lana pointed at him with her finger.

"He's already amazing," James grinned, "he's related to me, isn't he?"

All three groaned, but anyone could tell by their smiles that they agreed with him at least a little bit.

"Hopefully he'll have some of Lily's good sense," Remus said meaningfully. "I'd hate to be McGonagall if he's your twin. I'm certain that if that happens she'll put in for retirement."

"Nah," James laughed. "Minnie loves me!"

"We," Sirius gestured around the table, "are her favorite students."

"I miss those days," Lana said, a bit of sadness creeping into her voice, catching the attention of the table. "When things were easy. Before...before the war."

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "Me too."

"I do too, sometimes. But," James broke in, "Then I look at Lily and Harry...and I remember that I was...I was a prat in school. Well, at least fifty percent of the time. Then I grew up and for some reason Lily Evans lost all common sense and agreed to go out with me and marry me and now we have Harry. As great as that time was, I like adult me and his life."

"There's life to be lived," Remus agreed. "It's not over and it won't be over whenever the war ends."

"No matter who we loose," Sirius spoke huskily. "We will have had this."

"We will have been an us," Lana worked out and then gave them all a wide smile. "That's pretty great."

At those words, the scene faded into another. The trio found themselves startled as they were greeted with terrified screaming. Instinctively they had gone for their wands, pulling them out, only to realize what was going on.

Lana Bowers just looked at the boys doing the screaming and she started laughing riotously.

Lily was screaming on the bed as Lana was holding her hand, breathing deeply, and encouraging her dear friend to do the same. James was holding Lily's other hand, but he was screaming each time she was screaming. Sirius was holding James's other hand and was screaming when James was screaming when Lily was screaming. And Peter was at Sirius's other side screaming when Sirius was screaming when James was screaming, when Lily was screaming. Lana and Remus exchanged exasperated looks trying to stop laughing at how dramatic they were being, when Lily was the only one who had the right to be panicking or screaming.

"Alright! That is enough of that!" Lana clapped loudly after gently slipping her hand from Lily's tight grip, yelling to be heard over the raucous.

Harry smiled at the sight, as the love that these friends shared between them was so obvious and real. His eyes went instinctively towards his parents and he wasn't dissapointed. Despite the hysterics James Potter gently kissed Lily's forehead and once his hand was free from Sirius, he pushed her hair back from her face. Lily gave him a tired smile and leaned her face into his hand, comforted. They did love each other. The boy smiled.

"James! I understand that you are a sympathetic screamer," Lana scowled slightly at him, "but if you can't keep it together, I need you to go downstairs. Sirius, I love you more than life itself, but I'm trying to help bring our Godson into the world, and you have to calm down! Also, I'm sorry Peter and Remus, but there's no reason for you two to be in here. Give Lily some privacy!"

"Sunny!" James looked at the young woman to protest. "Surely I can't be expected to leave my Lilypads at a time like this!"

"Keep it together Prongs and you can stay if Lily still wants you here!"

"Don't even think about leaving, you arrogant toe-rag! You got me into this mess and you are going to hold my hand through it!"

Lana smiled, grabbing the back of Sirius's jacket and pulling him away from James so hard that he stumbled backwards. He flailed his arms so wildly that he ended up taking Remus and Peter down to the floor with him.

The picture went hazy again, and they were startled again to find that they were back at Hogwarts.

It was their Seventh year of Hogwarts and Sirius was anxious. He wasn't anxious about graduating Hogwarts. He wasn't anxious about living on his own for the first time in his life. He wasn't anxious about entering a war when he left Hogwarts.

No.

Sirius Black was anxious because he was going to ask his girlfriend to move in with him. Of course, before that happened, they had to get over the teeny, tiny, disagreement they were in.

It had all started when Lana had called him "My Star" in front of the lads. Of course, being teenaged boys, they'd all laughed. Causing Sirius to be embarrassed. Well, that hadn't gone over well with Lana when he'd insisted that she stop.

She hadn't spoken to him in four days.

Four very long days.

He found her where she usually was their Seventh year, studying in the library with Moony. Hearing him approach, Remus looked up and his eyes widened. He'd obviously been on the receiving end of her rants about him. Sirius winced internally even as he pulled out a chair and slid in.

"Hey, Sunny."

Lana ignored him.

"Sunny."

Nothing.

"Suuuunnnnnnyyyyyyy."

She snapped her quill, she was gripping it so hard. Still, she did a simple repair charm and didn't spare him the smallest of glances.

Sighing, and face turning red as he glanced self consciously over to Remus, he whispered, "Are you really not going to talk to me, my Sun?"

At that, she did look up. Irritated, but also, hurt.

"You realize that you embarrassed me, right? Of course the lads are going to be like that, but the fact that you were so embarressed...it's like you were ashamed of us. Like I was one of your conquests who can be kissed and wooed in dark corners, but not acknowledged outside of that. We're always with our friends. They know we are together and James is worse with Lily."

"I'm sorry Sunny. I hadn't thought of it like that."

"And now that you have?"

He turned to Remus, who wasn't even pretending not to listen, and pointed at Lana, "I love her."

"I know," the sandy haired boy nodded.

"We are going to be ridiculously sappy sometimes."

"I hear that happens," Remus acknowledged.

Then he turned back to Lana, "Is that enough."

"No."

"No? What else is there?"

"It took you four days to come and talk to me. That was the equivalent of a Mauraders month. Therefore, you owe me penance."

"What kind of penance?" He asked warily, knowing that she could be devious if she wanted to.

"The kind that comes in the form of you memorizing this and reciting it with me every anniversary."

Sirius looked down at the parchment, eyes widening as he continued to read. "Lana. But. I. But. It's. So...so...sappy!"

"I know," she sighed happily.

"My Sun. My beautiful Sunny. Don't you think it's a bit...much?"

"Sirius Black. You asked me out in detention AND you told me you loved me for the first time in detention. YOU will do this sappy romantic thing with me because I want you to and you will like it!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "If you don't we may need to go another few days without talking so I can calm down."

"I'll do it and I'll like it! Geesh woman! No need to bully me! But if I do this then you will be moving in with me after graduation."

Lana's smile grew so big it threatened to break her face, and she launched herself into his arms.

"As if that wasn't going to happen!"

The scene faded into another which faded into another. The trio all watched these young lives before them silently. Not wanting to break the spell of hope and joy that seemed to surround these moments with the outside world. With the knowledge that these good moments were too few.

The five Marauders were laughing riotously and this time, Harry was certain they were in their fifth year. They looked the exact same way they had in Snape's memories, but this time, instead of the laughter being tinged with anger and bitterness, it was happy and carefree.

They appeared to be serving a detention, but whoever was giving it was no where in sight. Still, Harry and the others recognized the trophy room.

They were laughing loudly, and Remus, James, and Peter were chasing each other with the dust rags that they were supposed to be using to polish trophies. Sirius, in a rare moment, wasn't joining them and instead was smiling at a young girl with golden brown hair and sparkling eyes.

She was the only one actually working, polishing a large, engraved trophy while Sirius just sat there, looking at her.

"You're staring," the girl laughed, not looking up from the trophy.

"I can't help it!" Sirius exclaimed, earning a blush from Lana. "My girlfriend is just too beautiful."

"Someone's kissed the Blarney Stone," Lana retorted instantly. "But I think you're pretty too."

"Lana?"

"What, Sirius?"

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Oh," she breathed out in shock. "I love you, too."

Sirius let out a relieved breath, and his face almost broke with how wide he was smiling. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," an equally big smile broke across her face.

"Wow! Real romantic Pads!" then there was a smack and a loud "Ow!" behind them.

"Of course Padfoot would tell our Sunny he loves her during detention!" James chimed cheerily, coming to stand right in between the couple who'd looked as if they were coming together in a kiss, and placed his arms around their shoulders, "after all it's where he finally admitted to us he liked her, as if it weren't bloody obvious."

"I mean statistically speaking," Remus said cheerfully, "since we spend most of our life here, it was bound to happen!"

"Watch it Padfoot!" James warned, voice light but eyes earnest, as he glared down at the couple, "That's my sister you are trying to snog! Oh bloody hell! My brother's been snogging my sister!"

"I wonder how he'll work to explain that at the next family therapy session," Remus smirked, earning a chuckle from Peter.

Their first kiss was in their fourth year. The trio, fortunately for their way of thinking, weren't transported back to the awkward peck during a muggle game of Spin the Bottle. Instead, they came to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Their eyes were drawn to the two students sitting on the edge of a bed. The girl was slightly hunched over, her hands on her knees, bracing herself up as she cried. They were the big sobs of heartbreak and Hermione recognized the sound well. It wasn't too far removed from how she'd felt for years over Ron. But then, she'd had Harry and in this past memory, Lana had James.

The Potter men really had a thing about supporting their friends. Even through the tears of teenage heartbreak.

"He-he," Lana gasped, "he doesn't even see me as a girl! I'm just one of the lads aren't I?"

"No," James reassured her, pulling her in for a hug. "Well, I mean yes, you are one of us, but I promise you that Padfoot knows you're a girl. He's just...a bit confused right now."

"Yeah," Lana sniffed. "Confusedly kissing half the people in Hogwarts. I'm taking a nap! I can't handle this!" As dramatically as Sirius would have done, she scooted back and threw herself down to the top of James's bed and lay down. Then she grabbed a pillow, and hugged it.

James stared at her, not looking surprised in the least but also somewhat resigned. He sighed loudly but said nothing. Then, Lana let go of the pillow and sat back up.

"Nope. Won't work," she glared down at the pillow and turned to James sheepishly. "Hug?"

Sighing again, James scooted up to where she was again and pulled her in for a hug. Holding her tightly. Together they leaned against the pillows.

"He'll figure it out," James assured her gently. "He just...he cares for you a lot and it probably terrifies him. You know what his family is like. He's never seen normal relationships."

Lana scoffed, "Yeah, and I have? Well, before Mia and Monty of course. It's just...did he have to kiss Marlene McKinnon in front of me before he figured it out?"

James sighed, annoyed with his brother, and just stroked her hair. At that moment, Remus came in and took in the James and Lana with a weary sigh, before going over to join the cuddle pile. This scene, was unfortunately, not unusual.

"Who did he kiss this time?" Remus asked lowly.

He flopped on Lana's other side and scooted in closer. He laid his head across her lap and his legs over James just because he could and knew it annoyed the boy but James wouldn't say anything.

"Who didn't he kiss would be a shorter answer," Lana said mournfully and she began to softly stroke Remus's hair. "I know I'm not as pretty as the others and I can't even dislike them because they're bloody lovely and I mean, I get it. I guess I just thought...after that kiss...I thought that he felt the same way I do."

James and Remus exchanged a meaningful look over her head. They KNEW that Sirius felt the same, but they also knew that he was scared. His family had him convinced that he was like them. Everything good that ever came into contact with the Black family was inevitably destroyed.

Sirius was convinced that, if he let himself love her any more than he already did, that he'd destroy Lana. It was likely his biggest fear.

This time when they moved from moment to moment, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were ready. Although, they were mildly surprised that this moment appeared to be from their fifth year again. Lana, Sirius, James and Peter were outside on Hogwarts' grounds. A look around told them that they were somewhere around Hagrid's hut and heading straight into the Forbidden Forest.

They didn't carry a lantern, but all of their wands were gently lit as they navigated down the path and into the trees. Lana lead the way while James and Sirius appeared to be bickering and pushing each other with muffled laughter. Peter struggled behind, tripping over branches only for James and Sirius to catch his arm to keep him up every so often.

When Lana suddenly stopped and turned around the boys nearly knocked each other over in a start. Her face was grave. As serious as Harry had ever seen it.

Lana looked from Sirius, to Peter, to James, "Are you boys ready?"

"Merlin yes," Sirius cried. "I'm just glad the leaf is finally out of my mouth!"

"Of course," James rolled his eyes. "It's stopped you from snogging everyone in our year, hasn't it?"

"Well," Sirius smirked ruefully, "there was this one lad in Ravenclaw-"

"Enough talking!" Lana interrupted too loudly for casual. "The storm is about to start and we still haven't made it to the clearing."

"We'll make it," James reassured her. "We've come too far only to fail now. It's taken us years to get it."

"Well we could have done this at the beginning of the year if Peter hadn't swallowed his leaf," Sirius pointed out, earning an elbow to the ribs by Lana who always defended the shorter boy.

"It was my birthday!" Peter defended. "It would have been weird for me to not have a big piece of cake."

"That doesn't matter now," James's words instantly shut the bickering up. "We've got to do this. For Remus."

"Older wizards have ended up permanently stuck as animals," Lana reminded. "Or worse, as half animal, half humans. We have to be deliberate and careful. So hurry up. I don't want to be in the trees during an electrical storm longer than we need to."

"What do you think we'll be?" Peter asked as they began moving again. "As animals I mean."

"Oh I'm sure I'll be something majestic!" James smiled proudly. "A grand lion perhaps! Like a good Gryffindor."

Lana snorted, and the others chuckled. "Oh that'd be bloody useful James! Also really subtle. Look everyone! There's a roaring lion in bloody Scotland! I'm sure that will gain no attention at all! Really we should all hope for something subtle to blend in to the background."

"Where's the fun in that?" Sirius pouted, slinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his side when he noticed her shivering beneath her cloak.

"For one, it would keep us safe. We are doing this illegally and we don't want to bring attention to ourselves in animal forms. I, for one, have no intentions of landing in Azkaban. Second," she smiled mischievously, "it surely hasn't escaped your notice that with this new skill we could have an advantage outside the full moon."

"Pranks!" James practically glowed. "So many pranks and they would never know it was us!"

"And spying," Lana sighed happily. "I hope one of us is small enough to do some good spying. It's great that we know where people are, but I'd like to know who is saying what. I'm convinced that, that gossip Bertha Jorkins spread that rumor about me. I just want to be sure before my revenge."

"And what," Sirius asked gaily, "is to be our dear Lana's revenge if it was her?"

Lana blinked up innocently, "Nothing much. Just a simple balding potion."

In sympathy, James and Sirius covered their heads, as if Lana had gone for their hair. At that, Lana and Peter exchanged amused smiles and laughed.

"Have I mentioned how lovely you look this evening?" Sirius inquired.

"Is that a new cloak?" James smiled angellically, "the black really....goes with your eyes."

Lana stifled a giggle, "If you want to keep your hair, then don't spread rumors that I hooked up with Akio Chang in the second floor bathrooms. Who would hook up with anyone in those bathrooms? Especially with Myrtle around!"

"So that's what you take offense to then? The where?" Sirius looked disgruntled but when she glanced at him he had a bright (too bright, closer to manic really) smile on.

"That and that it wasn't true and now everyone thinks I'm a slag."

"Who called you that?" James looked furious.

"Just some girls, calm down Jaime. I got my revenge covered."

"Okay," he didn't look convinced.

"If we hear any mouths running off, we will have to fight ya know?" Sirius asked her rhetorically.

"I know," Lana smiled gently at the three boys. "But hush your faces now, lads. This is it."

She almost ran to the middle of the clearing, being careful not to spill the four vials in her hand, and staring up at the sky.

"How do we want to do this?" James asked her, suddenly nervous. "Should we all go at once or...?"

"One at a time," Lana announced decidedly. "If we do, then we will hopefully be able to guide each other to make the change back."

"Good plan," Sirius nodded, "So who's first?"

"I'll go," Lana and James both said at once and then turned glares onto each other.

"This was my idea," James began, "so I should-"

"I brewed the potion and found the spells!" Lana disagreed. "If something goes wrong, it would be my fault. So I'll do it."

Peter stood silently back, watching them argue back and forth like it was a Quidditch match. Sirius was just getting irritated. He'd tried to interrupt but there was almost no use once they got started on who was going to protect who. While they were arguing, Lana had passed out all of the vials and before James could raise his voice, Sirius finally broke through the wall of self-rightous stubbornness.

"I think it tasted better as a leaf!" He announced to the group. As one, James and Lana turned on him, wide eyes, to see him drop his now empty vial to the ground.

Then, with baited breaths, they watched him place his wand over his heart and recite, for the last time, "Amato, Animo, Animato, Animagus."

Sirius, before their eyes, turned into a sizable black dog for the first time. He immediately turned to James who held up the portable mirror they'd brought so that they could see their animals.

"Of course he's a dog!" Lana laughed, then laughed louder as he pranced over and jumped up to lick the side of her face. "Oh get off me you overgrown puppy! Now let's try to get you changed back."

And he'd done it. Then Lana had changed into her own golden dog, James into his stag, and lastly Peter became the rat.

"We did it! We did it!" They danced around once they'd all successfully turned back.

"I for one," James began with a wry smile, "couldn't help but notice how we have ourselves a pair of puppies."

Lana immediately turned red, "What?"

James threw his hands up, "Well you two might not have noticed, but in animagus form, the two of you are nearly identical except for your coloring! Huh. Sirius Black has black fur! Brilliant!"

"Whatever," she brushed his words off, blushing in the nighttime air.

"What do you all think you are doing?!" An irritated voice broke into their group and they all guiltily turned to a very pissed off Remus Lupin.

"Well Remus, I hate to break it to you," Sirius began, "but I'm a dog."

The scene changed to a place that Harry and his friends recognized for a less than happy reason. They were in the Ministry of Magic, outside the very same courtroom that not too long ago, was filled with Death Eaters and a monster in pink.

Now, the hall was empty except for two thirteen year olds sitting on the bench outside the doors.

"Do... do you think..." Lana was gasping for air. "Do you think your parents will let them take me. I...James I can't go back. I c-c-can't."

James Potter, arrogant toe-rag, mischievous maurader, and obnoxious all-around git, was the most loyal friend one could have ever had. Without hesitation, he put his arm around the much smaller girl, protecting her.

"You are coming home with us and then you will officially be my sister. It will be great."

"B-but what if they don't believe me. No one...no one besides you and the boys and your parents have believed me."

"Lana my Mum and Dad won't let them not believe you. I promise. After this is over, you'll come home with us and that lady won't get to hurt you again."

She sniffed again, drying her eyes with the back of her sleeves, "Promise?"

"Promise," he vowed and then smiled. "Now you'll really be my sister."

"You, James Potter," Lana smiled widely, "Are amazing."

The final scene of the Pensieve took them back to the very beginning. It was, Harry thought, where all of their stories truly started. Sure, there might be preludes, but it all lead them to the same place. The same beginning. Platform 9 3/4 on the morning of September 1st.

Lana Bowers began her first year of Hogwarts in the worst way possible. She was crying and alone and she had no idea that she'd leave the school with a family.

There was a little witch on the platform crying her eyes out. It was the lanky boy who found her first. He was tall and had scars, but those scars came with a kind smile and understanding eyes.

"Hullo," he greeted gently, his cheeks flushing the moment she looked at him. "A-are you alright?"

She stared at the boy a long moment, not staring at his scars like everyone else did, Remus noted. No. She was staring at him and somehow, for the first time, he felt the difference.

"I...I'm scared," Lana admitted.

"I am too," Remus agreed. "But maybe...if we get on together it won't be too bad?"

"Together?" She repeated, as if the word was foreign. Still, she nodded and took his hand, allowing herself to be pulled along through the crowd and slowly, Lana forgot about her fear.

Because she was with Remus.

On the train they met a round faced boy with a nervous stutter and a fondness for sweets. The crying girl became his first friend as the lanky boy became hers. She offered him her single piece of chocolate and he thought in that moment that they'd be friends forever.

And they were.

They met the dark boys on the boat. They broke the rules without hesitation, the five of them wiggling around the boat to get comfortable as they began to exchange jokes. When Hagrid yelled to ensure that there were only four students to a boat, they'd instinctively hid the tiny girl in between them, and they all tried desperately not to giggle, knowing that they hadn't even gotten to the castle yet and they were already getting into mischief. The boy with glasses gave her an excited hug and chattered amiably about the possibility of going into Gryffindor.

Then, when the older woman placed the hat on her head, for the first time in her life, Lana was given a choice. Her choice would change her entire life and set the stage for years to come.

Lana had never been given a choice before that moment. She'd been born and her parents had died. She'd had no choice about being sent to the orphanage. When she got her letter for Hogwarts, she'd had no choice about whether or not she would attend. No one had ever asked her what she wanted. No one, that is, except for the beautiful boy with gray eyes.

He'd asked her what she wanted and she hadn't had an answer before, but she did now.

You'd fit well in multiple places, but there lies the question. Where to put you? What do you want, Lana Bowers? What do you most desire to be?

"I want to be brave," Lana said softly. "I want to be brave for the people I love."

It was no surprise when the hat shouted out that she was to join the house of the courageous. What was a surprise, however, was how natural she felt taking a seat next to the other boy from the boat. The one who hadn't been as talkative but who had stared at her with wide eyes.

She sat next to him, not knowing that this would be her permanent spot. The spot right beside Sirius Black, for the rest of her life. Because it was the boy with the long dark hair and laughing gray eyes that drew her in. These were the eyes that would always draw her in. These gray eyes would forever be the reassurance that she was loved and home.

And one by one, their three friends were sorted into Gryffindor with them.

That little witch, an orphan, looked upon these four boys with a tentative smile of innocent optimism and thought for the first time that she would be okay.

That is the story of Lana Bowers. It isn't in order, but just because it's out of order doesn't make it less meaningful. Some stories are as jumbled as the people who tell it, while others are as sad as the ending. Stories are often tall and exaggerated but the best ones are closest to heart. And Lana Bowers, she was all about the heart.

An ending.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of the Pensive and for a long moment they were silent.

"All their stories....it...." Harry grasped at words. "They did love each other. My parents and Lana and Sirius."

"Of course they did, Harry," Ron said cautiously. "What did you think?"

"Snape...his memories of them were darker. Tinged in bitterness and sadness and regret. These memories...they were friends and they were people. I thought...I thought after seeing Snape's memories...for awhile I didn't want to be like my dad. It showed him as an arrogant bully. Now...maybe he did bully Snape, but he also grew up. He was a loyal friend. A great friend actually. He had a sense of humor and he and my mother loved each other as much as anyone I've ever seen. I....I can't believe she gave me this."

"Gave you what?"

"Peace."

It was the same peace he'd feel a week later when, for the first time in his life, he'd step through the doors of his family home.

It was as Lana had described it. A place that had been filled and still echoed with the ghosts of laughter and love.

Harry could practically hear them now. Three boys and one girl, running through the halls laughing from room to room. The feeling was so strong that he wouldn't have been surprised if all four of them suddenly appeared before him.

Still, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Taking in this place where his father and godparents had grown up.

"You'll never take me alive, Prongs!" The girlish voice laughed loudly.

"Stop running Sunny!" A young and angry James Potter yelled. "Moony how could you help her!?"

"You two ate my last chocolate bar!" Remus Lupin chimed, his voice, for the first time to Harry's ears, sounded unburdened.

"My Sun!" Sirius gasped, sounding betrayed. "Why'd you have to go for my hair?!"

"Hurry up Moony!" Lana sounded off again. "They're gaining on us!"

"I'm coming! You guys just have to do everything faster than me!"

Harry knew, somehow, that he was hearing the echoes of the past, but also...the joy of reunion. Because there was no doubt in his mind that the friends had finally reunited in death.

And with that knowledge, Lana kept her word. There it was again.

Peace.

You are welcome, my Little Dreamer.

Harry smiled, stepping into his new home and closing the door behind him.

A Beginning.