Luna's got some explaining to do! Enjoy!

Once all the Weasleys were situated, Luna decided to begin the story. Victoire had offered to watch the kids outside so that the adults would be able to talk in silence. Teddy, on the other hand, stayed. He was still in shock. How could Harry do this to them? Why would he ever do this? He glanced over at Gabby, who had seemed to put up a stone wall. Her expression was blank, no more tears, but he could see the pain in the eyes. That was a Potter thing, he knew. No matter how they looked, you could always see how they really felt by looking in their eyes. Gabby had her mother's eyes, gray and stormy, but they had the same quality as Harry's. Right now, those eyes were full of pain and confusion. He squeezed her hand gently. She gave him a painful smile in return.

"Harry came to me a couple of months after the battle," Luna began. "He told me he thought he was losing his mind. It was pouring outside, and he showed up at my door soaking wet and going on like a maniac. I let him inside, gave him dry clothes, and listened to his story. When he was done, he told me he was going to Italy. I asked when he was coming back, and he said he didn't know. Harry didn't know if he would ever come back. He asked me not to tell, and I made an Unbreakable Vow. He then promised to write me as soon as he got there."

This stunned the Weasleys, who hadn't even noticed Harry's personal hell. Even Ginny, who was supposed to be his girlfriend, hadn't picked up on it. Both Hermione and Ron felt a great wave of shame. Harry was their best friend. They should've noticed.

"Why did he come to you?" Ron asked tactlessly. Hermione elbowed her husband in the ribs. Luna just smile serenely.

"He said he knew I would understand because I heard the voice behind the veil. And I did understand."

"Was that the time you guys went to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius?" Gabby asked softly. Luna nodded, knowing how that death had affected her friend.

"Harry told you about that?" Hermione asked with slight disbelief. She wouldn't think that Harry would tell his daughter about them.

Gabby looked Hermione straight in the eyes. The bookworm was surprised that Gabby's eyes reminded her of Harry's despite the color difference. "My dad never lied to me," the girl stated coolly. "If I had question he had an answer to, he answered it. "

"Interesting rule," Mrs. Weasley commented quietly.

Gabby nodded. "He said he didn't want me to grow up like him." This made everyone's hearts twinge to the omniscient picture of Harry's childhood.

Luna patted down Gabby's curls. "You need some clothes, and I need to send a letter to Aaron and your aunt. And I'm sure you have people to write to as well."

Gabby's voice was quiet but firm. "I don't want to go back," she stated. "I never want to step foot in that house again."

"Gabby…" Luna started.

Gabby shook her head. "No. You can burn it, sell it, do whatever. I don't want to live there anymore."

Luna laughed, a serene laugh that caught everybody off guard. "You are such a Potter," she exclaimed. Seeing her goddaughter's confused expression, she explained. "Your father said the same thing to me after your mom died. He never wanted to step foot in that house again."

"And then he never wanted to leave," Gabby answered softly.

Luna nodded. "We'll stay in Grimmauld Place," she offered. Gabby nodded, trying to keep the tears away. "I'll be right back." She turned to Teddy. "You're in charge of her. No dueling or drinking."

Teddy mock-saluted her. "Yes, ma'am," he joked, trying to get a smile out of Gabby. It didn't work. Luna was off, leaving Gabby with a room full of Weasleys. Well, this was going to be interesting.

It was getting late. The sun was starting to set, and Molly called all the kids inside. Gabby studied them carefully. There was Rose and Hugo, Ron and Hermione's kids. Rose had a bookish air about her while Hugo bleed curiosity. Roxanne and Fred, Fred and Angelina's kids, had an air of mischief about them. She briefly wondered if they could be the future Marauders before feeling a pang in her chest. Her dad used to tell her wonderful stories about the Marauders. It was always Teddy's birthday gift. Molly and Lucy, Percy's daughters, seemed to have the annoying suck-up thing she had heard about from her father. Dominique and Louis, Fleur and Bill's kids, seemed sweet enough if not a bit timid. She liked Victoire already. The girl had a relaxing air about her.

She turned and looked at the window. Usually she would see the sun setting over the ocean, but all she saw was a field. Gabby sighed and turned away from the window. She listened in on the conversations going on around her, admiring the ease in which they interacted.

"Daddy, I want hear a story," Rose Weasley whined. Ron sighed. Rose had definitely inherited her mom's stubbornness.

"I don't have a story," he told his daughter. Rose just pouted. Gabby decided to step in.

"I could tell you a story," the dark-haired girl offered. Rose smiled brightly.

"Okay!" she agreed, pulling the older girl into a chair. All the kids sat around her. She looked at Teddy and winked. Immediately he knew what story she would tell.

"Once upon a time," Gabby began. The little kids listened enraptured as Gabby told a tale of four best friends united in a magical school. The adults listened as well, realizing that Gabby was really telling the story of the Marauders. There was a passion that overcame Gabby as she told it, an excitement that known of them had expected from the small girl. Suddenly, at the very end of the story, Luna appeared with four people. One was a grumpy looking old man with a salt and pepper beard. Despite his looks, you could tell his senses were still sharp by looking at his eyes. There was also a woman with beautiful caramel hair and olive eyes holding a pretty little girl with dark hair and a captivating grin. The last girl, however, was the most interesting. She had dark curly hair that ran all the way down her back. Her eyes were light green and accentuated by different colored makeup. Her clothes were unusual. She was wearing a tunic type shirt with a long skirt with bells on it. Hundreds of bangles were on her arms. There were huge golden hoops in her ears and a bandana on her hand. It was almost like music when this girl ran and hugged Gabby. Gabby smiled. Her family was here.