Chapter One

The sun was streaming in through the windows early that morning. The birds were just starting to sing, the gentle, morning breeze was just beginning to blow, and the smell of bacon, sausage, eggs, and homemade rolls was just making its way through the house. Harry had already been up for hours, though. It was normal that he still had nightmares, normally about the deaths of Remus and Tonks, Voldemort coming back, or still the occasional green flashes of light and a motorcycle flying through the night sky. But Harry was used to it, so he would get himself up and pull out the scrapbook of his parents that Hagrid had given him in his first year at Hogwarts. Eight years later and he still had it hiding under his pillow every night.

Harry was flipping trough the scrapbook pages when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in," Harry said, and Ron walked in holding a plate stacked with sausages and a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Mum's got breakfast ready," Ron said as he took a seat on Harry's bed.

"I see. So nice of you to bring me some," Harry joked as he took a sausage and popped it in his mouth.

"Hermione's coming, too," Ron said. Harry nodded his head and looked back at his book. Then, there was another knock at the door, but this time it was Ginny and a little boy with purple hair.

"Teddy wanted to show you boys his new trick," said Ginny. "Go ahead, Teddy."

Teddy Lupin made a strange face that looked like he was trying to blow his nose, but sure enough, what had been his nose and mouth just a second before had turned into a bird's beak. It disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared, and Teddy was now back to normal, but he was obviously very pleased with what he could do; he was laughing and clapping at himself. Harry and Ron clapped at his new trick and Harry said, "Way to go, Ted!" Then, Teddy ran out of the room to show off to someone else. Ginny began to follow, but turned around and said, "Mum needs you two downstairs. Oh, and Hermione's here, too."

All three went downstairs to where Mrs. Weasley was magically putting the clean dishes away while simultaneously cooking more bacon. Hermione was also there, sitting at the table, talking about her recent camping trip.

"We saw Mr. Lovegood and Luna, and Neville was with them, too. Apparently, they're still on the hunt for another Crumple-Horned Snorkack horn.

"And let's just hope this one doesn't end up blowing them to pieces, too," Ron said as he grabbed another sausage to eat. Hermione acted as if she hadn't heard what he said and continued her story.

"It looks like Neville and Luna are getting pretty close, though. Oh, did you hear about his grandmother? She's in St. Mungo's. He said she was mixing potions and it went wrong. It's just awful!"

"Poor Neville." said Mrs. Weasley. "Well, it sounds like he's in good hands, though."

"Good? We're talking about the man that got his house blown up because he was sure he had found the horn of a MYTHICAL CREATURE. I think the word you're looking for is mental," Ron said.

"Oh hush!" Mrs. Weasley said to Ron. "So Hermione, how are your parents doing? Back to normal, yet?'

"Not quite. They're remembering most things and they haven't forgotten about me since I restored their memories. There have been a few days that they think they still live in Australia, though, but I expect that in a few months they should be as good as new." Just then, Ginny, Teddy, George, and Mr. Weasley walked into the kitchen.

"Morning everyone," said Mr. Weasley.

"Morning," said George.

"Morning George. Morning Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Breakfast is nice and hot on the table. Arthur, are you going to go to work today?"

"For a bit," Mr. Weasley said. "But I think I'm going to meet up with Minerva and Horace to see if there's anything I can help with. It seems like everything is coming along great, though."

"Great. Teddy and I are going to go see Hagrid for a little while. You five are welcome to do whatever you'd like. But Ron, no flying the car. Your father doesn't need to get it fixed a fourth time," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Come on. They were all accidents."

"Yes, and that's why you're not going to drive it. We don't need any more accidents."

"Dad?" George said. "Could I go with you?"

"Of course. Are you ready?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yeah."

"Great. Well everyone, we're off. Be back for supper," said Mr. Weasley, and he and Fred walked out the front door and disapparated. Then, Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"We'll be back in a couple of hours," she said, and she and Teddy walked over to the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley grabbed a handful of floo powder and Teddy said, "Bye-bye," and waved to the four before she said, "Rubeus Hagrid's." and they were gone.

"Based on the location of the wreckage, our best estimate of the crash site is here. From there, the survivors were carried by the ocean's current to here, an uninhabited island in the Lesser Sunda Islands known as Membata. As you've all read in your briefing books, on day 103, a typhoon washed up the remnants of an Indonesian fishing boat, including basic supplies and a survival raft. On day 108, the remaining six survivors, including Ms. Austen's baby, which she gave birth to on the island of Membata, used this raft to journey here, an island of Sumba. They then came ashore near a village called Manukangga. This photo was taken by the local fisherman who found them. Once it was discovered who they were, they were transported to Honolulu by the U.S. Coat Guard. As you can imagine, this has been an extraordinarily trying experience. They have, however, agreed to answer a few questions, so, ladies and gentleman, the survivors of Oceanic 815."

Everyone in the audience, the press, the news channels, and eager people waiting to hear the story of the miraculous survival of these six, starting asking questions all at once. Jack Shephard, Kate Austen, Sun Kwon, Hurley Reyes, Sayid Jarrah, and baby Aaron were all behind a long table, listening to question after question from person after person, but the worst part was that they were the only ones that knew the truth. But the audience didn't care what they heard, as long as it was something fantastic.

"Dr. Shepherd, can you tell us what it was like when the plane hit the ocean? How you survived?" asked one of the men in the audience.

"Um, it happened really fast. I remember the impact. I remember the plane filling up with water. A group of us got to the emergency door and, um, got out before it went down," answered Jack.

"And those of you who survived, you swam to the island?" asked the man again.

"No, we had cushions, we had some lifejackets. We were in the water for over a day before the current took is in. By then there was only eight of us left."

Next, a woman stood up and said, "Considering the ordeal that you've all been through, you look pretty healthy having been on an island for more than one hundred days."

"Was that directed at me dude?" Hurley said. The audience laughed at what to them was a joke. Then the woman said, "Well, actually Mr. Reyes, you were worth more than one hundred and fifty million dollars at the time of your . . . death. How does it feel to know you're going to get all that money back?"

Without any thought, Hurley quickly said, "I don't want it back. Any of it. That money was bad luck."

The audience began talking all at once again, and this time another woman stood up and began talking in Korean. A man in the audience said, "Can somebody translate that?" but Sun said, "She asked if my husband was one of the people who died on the island. The answer is no. He ever made it off the plane."

The next question was for Kate, and the man asked, "Ms. Austen, what was it like giving birth on the island?"

Kate thought back on the night that Aaron was born and what she was feeling at the time. "Scary." she said.

"Your son, um, Aaron? How old is he now?" asked the man.

"He's just a little over 5 weeks." answered Kate.

"So that would have made you about 6 months pregnant when the U.S. Marshall Service apprehended you in Australia for an outstanding murder warrant. Is that correct?" The audience started talking and cameras were flashing. Kate was speechless at what the man had just asked.

"Uh, I'm afraid Ms. Austen's legal issue is off the table. Next Question," said the lady in charge.

The final question was for Sayid. "Mr. Jarrah, given the amazing circumstances surrounding the survival of you six, is it possible there are any other survivors of the crash yet to be discovered?" asked the woman. Sayid thought about all the people that weren't with them. Sawyer, Juliet, Locke, and so many others that weren't as fortunate as them. How long would it be until they saw them again? Would they ever see each other again? Pushing all of his thoughts aside, Sayid said, "No, absolutely not."

The Oceanic Six left the interview room and went backstage where all they would do was stare at each other and think back on what they had just said. They were the only ones that knew the truth, and they might have just lost their only chance to save everyone they loved, but they were home and they were all happy. Right?

Locke shook Ben's hand and then made his way out of the Orchid station. He did what Ben had told him and found Richard and the rest of the Others waiting for him. Once they saw Locke walking towards them, they all stood up and looked at him. Richard looked up at Locke, smiled, and said, "Hello John. Welcome home," and Locke knew that he was right.

Meanwhile, back in the Orchid, Ben was moving all the metal objects out of the test chamber, revealing a hole in the back wall. Once he crawled through the hole, Ben walked down a tunnel and came to a ladder. When he was climbing down the ladder, one of the steps broke and he fell down, cutting his arm. The room Ben had fallen in was small and covered in ice and snow, and there was a big wheel sticking out from the front wall that looked like it had completely froze over.

Ben lit a match and then a nearby lantern, seeing the cut the fall had given him. It didn't matter, though, because what he was about to do was going to save them all. He walked over to the wheel, put his hands on it, and before pushing, said, "I hope you're happy now, Jacob."

Ben began to push the wheel, but it didn't move because it was frozen solid. Next, he took the crowbar he had brought down with him and tried chipping away at some of the ice that was keeping the wheel from moving. He then put the crowbar in a hole on one of the sticks of the wheel and tried pushing again. Still, the wheel did not move. Ben tried one more time by wrapping his arms around the wheel and pushing with all his might as if his own life depended on it, which it did. The wheel slowly began to move inch by inch. As Ben was moving it, a bright light began to leak out of the wheel, and a loud noise that sounded like a vibration could be heard all around the island. Then, all of a sudden, the light got brighter and bigger until it engulfed the entire island, and then it was gone.