A/N: This is just an epilogue…I had someone ask what happened to Joanne, which is funny, because my intent was to write a short epilogue about her life afterwards…so here goes…

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter…nor do I own this song…sad day

Life Will Go On
"Broken skies, heartaches that flowers won't mend
Say goodbye knowing that this is the end
Tender dreams, shadows fall
Love too sweet, to recall
Dry your eyes, Face the dawn
Life will go on

All day long thought that we still had a chance
Letting go, this is the end of romance
Broken hearts find your way
Make it through just this day
Face the world on your own
Life will go on, life will go on

There'll be blue skies, every true love
Someday I'll hold you again
They'll be blue skies in a better world, darlin'

Tender dreams, shadows fall
Love too sweet, to recall
Dry your eyes, Face the dawn
Life will go on, life will go on
Broken heart find your way
Make it through just this day
Face the world on your own
Life will go on

Life will go on"

-Chris Isaak

Joanne Wrinke was sitting on the couch staring into the slowly dying embers of the fire, a green tea in her hands. She couldn't stop thinking about him. James Potter.

She could remember that day exactly, down to the last second.

She had gotten a call at 6:21 in the morning. Could she please come down and identify a couple of bodies. It was probably a high alert criminal she had thought to herself, and as an auror, it was no big deal. She tossed on sweats and Jame's Quidditch jersey, and left the apartment. She apparated to Headquarters, and made her way down to the basement, where the bodies where kept to be identified and given an autopsy. They led her to the first viewing room. When they lifted the blanket, she gasped. Lily Evans was lying there, dead. Obviously killed by "Avada Kedavra". A tear fell down her face. Even though they weren't extremely close, they were close enough to be classified as friends. They would meet every so often for coffee, or tea, and catch up with each other's lives. She nodded, and they covered her up again. She moved on to the next table. When they pulled the blanket away, she turned away. James Potter was lying on the table, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Joanne turned to look at him again, and began to cry. She collapsed on the floor, sobbing. They called medics to take her up to the hospital wing until she calmed down. She didn't want to go with them. She had to stay with James, to be with him, when he needed her there the most. She fought, kicking and screaming James's name as loud as she could, her cries echoing down the hallways.

A week later, the funeral was arranged. Joanne walked slowly up to the coffin, and placed a bouquet of flowers on it. Lilies. She knew. As soon as she saw James and Lily together, she knew. That night James had left to see Lily. It made her wonder how many times he had lied to her. She forgave him. He would be buried with the flower he loved the most, lilies. And she, the other flower, would always love him. Silent tears fell from her face as she slowly turned away from the coffin, and walked away.

She returned to his grave every month. She would always bring a lily. A symbol. She would take away the ones that were slowly beginning to die, and replace them with a new one. Occasionally she would talk to his tombstone, or hum a bit of his favorite song. She would tell him what was going on with her life. She would also visit Lily. She never stayed very long, sitting quietly staring at her grave, silent tears of jealousy and love streaming down her face. One day, she stopped visiting, and the lilies on James's grave wilted away to nothing.

"You okay baby?" a voice asked from the doorway of the bedroom, "You've been sitting there since 6. It's 10 o'clock now. Come to bed."

"In a moment." She said, sipping her tea.

Michael Chang walked out of the bedroom, sat on the couch next to her, and wrapped his arms around her, "You know what you haven't done in a while?"

"Hmm…?"

"Gone to visit James and Lily…"

She nodded sadly.

"You were thinking about him huh?"

She nodded again, beginning to tear up. He gave her a gentle squeeze. This was the girl he chose to love. He knew she loved him, he also knew that sometimes, it was hard for her to let go. But he would be there to help her through it, for the rest of her life, "We'll go tomorrow ok? I'll go with you." She nodded once more, and gave him a shaky smile.

"I love you Joanne."

"I love you too Michael."

"Now let's go to sleep." He said, pulling her up off the couch and leading her to the room.

The next day they went to visit James and Lily.

"James? There is someone I want you to meet. This is Michael. He's my fiancé. I know I haven't told you before. But I'm telling you now. I need to tell you…to get over you…to move on. If you're up there with Lily, show her as much love as you showed me. Show her more love than you showed me. Be faithful to her James. Love her as much as I loved you…as much as I love you…Goodbye James."

"Lily? I'm sorry I never really got to know you…maybe you did what you did because I didn't feel like I knew you well enough to tell you about how much I loved him. I should have. Maybe then you would have known how much he meant-means to me. I have someone else now. You can have James. Make him happy. I'm trusting you to give him all the love that I will never be able to show him. Love him Lily…Please."

She turned away from the sites, and, taking Michael's hand in hers, she walked with him back to the car.

Years later, Joanne had a daughter.

Cho Chang.

Another A/N: I realize that Cho and Harry's ages do not match up to the book...but perhaps another story will be coming to explain my reasoning...? Who knows...But I am aware of this...