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Weight of the World

Chapter 49

April 22nd 1978

The only thing that could be heard in the silent classroom was the scratching of the quill across parchment and Hermione looked at Quinton for a minute silently before the door slammed shut behind her, alerting him to her presence. "Hermione! I haven't been able to speak to you in awhile, not for about ten days. Are you okay?" Quinton gazed at Hermione worriedly; a little furrow between his brows as he looked at her, dressed in a simple black, long sleeved blouse and a black skirt.

"Kind of," she said sadly, looking down at her feet, shuffling them against the stone, "Sirius got his wish, and I've been resting. I'm sure you heard what happened," she murmured, knowing that Professor Dumbledore would have told the Defence Teacher what had happened to her. Quinton nodded sadly and leaned against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest, his feet crossed at the ankles.

"Your arm okay?" Hermione rolled back her sleeve in answer and Quinton flinched at the markings on her exposed forearm, the pinkish skin puckered and raised, the lines long and sharp spelling out the degrading word that would now haunt her for the rest of her life.

"I came here to talk to you about something – this is the only time I could really get away, everyone's preoccupied with the funeral today," Hermione told him, sitting gingerly on the desk in front of his, carefully rolling down her sleeve. "As this goes on," she started, gesturing around her, "my memories, they've been changing…Well, that's not the right way to describe it…I've been getting new ones, alongside my old ones." When Quinton nodded, showing that he understood where she was going, she carried on, "and whenever something happens – I destroy a Horcrux, for example, then my 'memories' come and I see how it's changed the world."

"Really?" Quinton interrupted, his long fingers jumping up to stroke the little goatee beard that had been growing over the last ten days, "that's interesting…So, your brain is letting you in on how you've effected it by letting it keep your old memories as well…That's ingenious!" He said excitedly, his eyes alight with wonderment.

"Quinton, please." Hermione didn't mean to snap, but today was hard on everybody. Quinton blinked in surprise before he waved his hand in a gesture of an apology and the guilt that had settled in Hermione's heart like a stone at the bottom of the sea evaporated from her. "As I was saying, I have some new memories. In my time, Dumbledore is dead, killed in 1997 by some Death Eaters, knocked off the Astronomy tower."

"Not Dumbledore, surely!" Quinton said aghast, staring at Hermione like she had just burst into his classroom dressed as a clown, doing the Hokey Pokey with Voldemort himself.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, looking down at her feet once again, unable to look Quinton in the eyes, the blue so piercing, it reminded her of Dumbledore. "Yeah. But, after I destroyed the Horcrux, all these new memories assaulted me – Dumbledore's now alive in 1997 and Professor Slughorn no longer teaches here. He was brought back in 1996 for some information on the Horcruxes, and now he isn't there anymore."

Quinton seemed to have relaxed slightly when Hermione told him that Dumbledore is now alive and he looked at her inquisitively. "So, you've indirectly saved a life. It makes the whole thing worth it, huh?" He said, rounding his desk and sitting in the chair behind it, his hands grasping the arms.

Hermione smiled crookedly, her eyes sliding to the side to look out the window at the bright sunshine spilling into the courtyard. "This whole adventure's been worth it for a long time," she answered honestly as she thought back on her time here, at saving Fabian and falling in love with Sirius to meeting Quinton – the whole thing has been worth it.


When Hermione entered the Head Girl's room, Lily was sat on her bed her back resting against the black headboard and her knees drawn up to her chest as her fingernails ran across the silver chain, the pendent resting on top of her loose-fitting black dress spelling out the world in cursive writing "Daughter".

"Lily, are you ready to go?" She asked sympathetically, holding out her hand to the girl who blinked at being addressed, as if she wasn't aware that anybody else had even been in the room with her and she eased herself off the bed.

"Yeah," her voice sounded hoarse, deep like she'd been crying for hours – which she probably had.

"You'll be okay, Lils." Hermione said reassuringly and Lily nodded absently, pushing her red hair away from her face.

Together, they slowly moved down the stone steps to meet James and Sirius, who were waiting patiently in the common room.

Lily went to James instantly, who hugged her close to his body, whispering reassurances in her ear. Hermione's gaze rested on Sirius, who was stood beside James, dressed in a black, button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and she felt a strange pang in her heart that she couldn't pin-point at first until she realised what it was – envy. She could never do that again lest she wanted her horrible scar shown to the world.

"We'd better go," James said quietly from beside Lily, his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder and Lily seemed to gather her strength from James, breathing in deeply and standing straight.

"Okay," she breathed, a tear slipping down her cheek but she brushed it away quickly, looking determined. She wrapped her arm under James' and around his waist and Hermione and Sirius intertwined hands and the four of them left the Common Room together, a single unit moving in silence to Professor Dumbledore's office, where they would Floo to Lily's aunt's home and travel with her to the funeral.

On the way, Lily was met with many "I'm sorry", "Sorry for your loss" and "I hope you're okay's," and Lily answered everyone with a nod, showing a strong women who appreciated everything, but Hermione, Sirius and James knew that it was a façade. Hermione wasn't surprised to see Severus near Dumbledore's office and Lily faltered in her steps when she saw him, her green eyes fixed on the boy as James gently pulled her away.

The trip seemed to last hours and Hermione was half-pleased to see the stone gargoyle that guarded the office, like a checkpoint Hermione thought to herself – Lily had made it this far, she could carry on.

She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

Lily whispered the password and even the stone statue looked sad for the red-headed girl as it jumped to the side, admitting them entrance but Lily paid it no heed, carrying on up the winding staircase, James right behind her followed by Hermione and Sirius like loyal dogs.

Dumbledore was waiting for them by the fireplace, the bag of Floo Powder in his waiting hands. Without a word Lily stepped into the fireplace, using her sleeve to wipe her face as James smiled sheepishly at old man, grasping some powder in his hands and stepping beside Lily, who hugged him and he returned it without hesitation and dropped the Floo Powder in the fireplace, shouting their destination as the emerald flames surrounded them and they disappeared leaving behind only a small pile of ash.

"Now you," Dumbledore said. Sirius grabbed some powder in his large hands and together they moved to the Fireplace, Sirius having to duck his head to fit and he dropped the powder as the bright green flames cut off her view of the wise, old professor as she whizzed across England, watching as Fireplaces flew by, her hand in Sirius keeping her slightly grounded telling her that she wasn't alone.

She nearly fell when she landed in the fireplace of a living room that was a bright, bubbly pink not at all in-keeping with the mood that had descended on the four mourning students and Hermione felt that she'd been transported back to her fifth year and was in Dolores Umbridge's office. She shook off the unwelcome thought and allowed Sirius to pull her out of the fireplace, being careful not to bang her head and she was thankful to see that no kitten plates were on the walls.

"Oh, look at you!" Hermione turned her attention to a plump woman sat beside Lily on the white sofa with pink flowers printed on the upholstery, smiling widely at them through the black interweaved veil that was attached to her wide-brimmed black hat, sat jauntily on top of her luscious blonde hair, "you're covered in ash, poor things!" Her blue eyes landed on Sirius and if it were possible, her smile got even wider, becoming more flirtatious. "Well, aren't you a keeper?" She giggled and Sirius slid his free hand out of his pocket and offered it to her.

"Miss Avery," he greeted as her fingers wrapped around his hand and Hermione felt a heavy stab of jealousy.

"Please, call me Iris," she simpered and Hermione reached boiling point.

"Is now really the time?" Hermione cut in, her jealousy turning to anger and Sirius squeezed her hand in both warning and reassurance.

"I suppose not." Lily's aunt sighed and let go of Sirius' hand. "Poor Ivy, it's such a shame. Come on then."

How the woman wasn't upset Hermione didn't know, her older sister was dead, no longer with the world and Iris Avery was acting as like nothing drastic had happened and she was flirting with a man thirty years her junior that was very obviously taken!

She resisted the urge to growl and followed them through the living room, through the green passage way and through the front door as the headed to the black camper van that was parked on the road, gleaming in the overhead sunlight.

"Don't mind her," James said to her out of the corner of his mouth, his hazel eyes tracking Lily was she moved away form him and got into the passenger seat at the front of the car. "She's like it all the time. You should have heard what she said to me!" Hermione didn't feel any more at ease and she slid into the backseat of the car between James and Sirius and Iris powered up the car, her blue eyes settling on Sirius in the rear-view mirror before the car pulled away from the curb and she had no choice but to look at the road.

Hermione looked out the windshield in front, watching as the car ate up the curved road easily and the world span by and she started to feel light-headed before long. She never much cared for sitting in the middle seat of the car, but Sirius insisted on it. She wasn't really supposed to be out of Hogwarts grounds, and only was for Lily after a long battle of wills with Dumbledore who only conceded when Sirius stepped in and promised that no harm would come to her, not with him by her side. Her heart had warmed at the words and she resisted the urge to kiss him there and then, waiting until they were out of his office in a corridor by themselves to kiss him, which ended with her pressed against the stone wall and the very few buttons of her blouse undone.

Their physical relationship had progressed immensely since her torture, Sirius touching her at every possible moment – whether convince himself that she was still there or reassure her that he wasn't leaving her side she wasn't sure, but she appreciated it all the same. His touch was her anchor and she returned every one of his touches and, like a magnet pulling them closer together, they ended up intertwined in one way or another.

She felt the car jolt to a stop and Sirius hand squeezed her thigh, letting her know that they were here. She looked to see a grand church standing there, looking slightly menacing due to its great height, but Hermione's attention was on the small collection of people gathered in the cemetery, all wearing black and when Sirius opened the door, she could hear sobs. They climbed out the car steadily and moved to the congregation and moved to the very front, Lily hesitant in her steps as she got closer to the closed mahogany coffin that hovered over the six foot hole in the ground and her breath caught in her throat.

They sat down on the front row and Lily ran into her father's arms, who was skinny as a beanpole and had wiry, red hair, dark circles under his eyes and his skin was a pasty white. Beside them stood Petunia. Hermione had only ever seen Petunia properly once, when the Dursley's came to pick up Harry from platform 9 ¾ and that was just a glimpse.

The woman who stood tall and regal with blonde hair identical to her aunts, a horse-like face and a long, skinny neck that Harry had told her she used to spy over the neighbours fences. Petunia's face was hard and cold and she didn't spare a glance at her younger sister, her gaze fixed eerily on the coffin, as if she could see straight threw it. Lily reached out to touch Petunia's shoulder reassuringly, but she shrugged the hand away, storming to the chairs beside them, collapsing into the one at the end and now she was so close, Hermione could see the tracks of tears down her face. Lily looked crestfallen at being rejected and her and her father moved slowly to the white chairs, Lily sitting beside James clutching his hand so tight that her knuckles had gone white, but beside a slight wince from James, he made no complaint. Lily's father sat between the two sisters and Hermione wondered why they seemed to be fighting – Hermione always thought she was hostile with Harry because it was a reminder of her dead sister.

Before she could begin to wonder about this, Sirius' arm rested along the back of the chair and he slouched back, looking calm and collected, but Hermione could sense that he was upset.

The priest stood on the podium before them and cleared his throat loudly to gather people's attention and everyone looked up. Hermione felt exposed in the open and very vulnerable, especially being at the front, exposed to the eyes of any passer bys and, granted while they were not likely to be Death Eaters it was still unnerving.

"Let us commend Ivy Evans to the Mercy of God," the priest's voice boomed around them, making Hermione jump slightly as his deep voice interrupted her thoughts and her hand jumped to Sirius' thigh instinctively, drawing comfort. "Petunia Evans has requested that she say the Lord's Prayer in her mothers memory. Petunia." He nodded at the elder Evans sister and she shakily stood as he moved away from the podium.

She glanced over every face quickly, her eyes stopping on Hermione and Sirius for a moment and Hermione realised that Petunia didn't know who they were. She looked down at her hands, away from Petunia's gaze and glanced at Lily, who was sitting up straight not looking at her sister. "Our Father, who aren't in Heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done…" Hermione listened to Petunia silently, pretending that she couldn't hear the quiver in her voice as the words spilled from her lips.

The funeral carried on, Lily's façade was starting to façade as it went on and when it was time to lower the coffin into the ground, Lily let out an oppressive sob, before catching herself and concealing all others, despite James' reassurances that it was alright to cry.

The priest looked solemn as the casket was lowered and he opened his mouth to finish his recital: "We therefore commit Ivy Evans to the ground; Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection of Eternal Life." Once the coffin hit the floor with a small thump, murmurs of sadness rippled across the family and friends gathered there and Iris Avery blew her nose loudly. It was nice to know that she did care after all.

The Evans family dropped red roses on top of the coffin and the Avery dropped pink ones in. Friends dropped white ones in, the roses all mingling together as they were thrown elegantly one by one, united.

Lily wiped her face discreetly before turning to the three friends and forced a smile at them despite the tears rolling down her face. "I'm going home with Daddy and Tuney for the night, and I'll be at Hogwarts in the morning," she told Hermione and Sirius while James wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Be safe," James said, reluctantly letting her go, "these are dangerous times."

"I know." She nodded, "you can apparate to Hogsmeade from here, but it'll be a trek to Hogwarts." She said, "unless you want to ride with aunt Iris-"

"No, we'll apparate." Hermione interrupted sternly and Sirius huffed a laugh. She knew that she wasn't supposed to, but at the minute she thinks she'd prefer fighting Death Eaters to watching Iris Avery simpering in Sirius' hold.

Lily nodded and reluctantly moved from James and practically ran to her father, her bright red hair lifted from her shoulders due to the wind and Mr. Evans (Greg, he'd said to call him, but Hermione felt that was to impolite) wrapped his arms around her immediately.

The three of them stayed to watch as the three of them climbed into the car, Petunia delegated to the back seat as Lily and Mr. Evans slid into the front and they pulled away, a little shakily and Hermione wasn't so sure if he should be driving after what he had just gone through. Hermione allowed Sirius to tug her in a different direction and James followed behind, looking downcast.

"She'll be okay, James." Sirius said reassuringly, placing his free hand on James shoulder and he nodded, although it seemed that he didn't quite believe it himself.

Hermione looked over her shoulder at the car, that was now just visible enough for Hermione to tell that it was the Evans' car in the distance just as Sirius had began to apparate, but something didn't feel right. She watched in fascinated horror as their car sped up and crashed into a pale blue mini heading in the other direction, the crunching of metal loud and echoing as it compacted in on itself, glass raining down and tinkling on the cold, hard ground. Hermione was vaguely aware of James yelling but her body was moving on auto pilot, her legs running before her brain told them to, heading for the collision, hoping that Lily was going to be alright. She felt slightly guilty for not sparing a thought of concern for Mr. Evans and Petunia, but when she got to the crash, James already there being faster then her and Sirius just behind, not letting her out of his sight she gasped.

Lily's head was hanging through the window, her red hair a stark contrast to the grey metal of the car, blood ran down her face from excessive cuts that the glass had made, there was a vibrant bruise on her collar bone from the seatbelt crashing into her chest, stopping her from flying through the windshield. But that wasn't what was made her gasp – it was the green eyes staring back at her. Vacant. Empty. Dead.

She crashed to her knees unexpectedly as other memories assaulted her – there was no Harry in these ones. She felt a hard tug at her heart and her breath left her in a whoosh as she openly sobbed, hunching over herself, aware of James screaming again, his voice hoarse as she punched the ground.

Why was this happening? Lily couldn't be dead, she couldn't be taken away from them…Harry had to live.

She watched through bleary eyes as Sirius and James wrenched open the door with magic, ignoring the gasps of the surrounding muggle's and managed to get her out of the car, laying her gently on the ground, James placed his hand by her throat, checking for the pulse that was no longer there as Sirius moved to get Petunia, who was gasping for breath, staring at her dead sister with horror.

Sirius also went to help Mr. Evans and Hermione looked at his sombre expression, the tears rolling down his own face but he did not act on them, instead moving mechanically to help the others, ignoring his best friends cries for as long as he could before he had to collapse beside him, moving James away gently and Hermione practically crawled to Lily.

The memories came quick and fast and were almost painful as she had memories with no Harry, no laughs, no good times…At all. She'd overheard Ron complain about her to Seamus and Dean and she'd stormed past him, defiantly, so that he wouldn't see the tears prickling her eyes and she'd locked herself in the girls bathroom, letting the tears fall down her face in rivulets when the Troll's club came flying through the plaster of the stalls, smashing her on the head and came down again, crushing her rib bones…

She stopped breathing and her vision blackened around the edges and, when she looked down at herself, she was slightly transparent.

"Hermione?" Sirius asked concerned, squatting beside her as James threw himself over Lily, pointing his wand harshly at her chest as sirens could be heard and flashing lights assaulted her vision, loud and obnoxious, ordering people to move out of the way. She literally couldn't intake her breath and she shakily moved her hand to his shirt, but couldn't fight the devastated feeling as her hand passed through his skin and she panicked and Sirius' eyes became just as vacant as Lily's as he forgot who she was because, if she died in first year then she couldn't come here…

Lily gasped, her back arching off the floor and James was murmuring praises to God, kissing her all over her face as she breathed shallowly and everything snapped back into place, she could breathe and her sight came back fully, along with the look of love that was always present in Sirius' eyes when he looked at her and she breathed a sigh of relief, coughing against the abuse her throat had taken when it closed up – the face of the Troll would haunt her for a long time, but this time when she delved into her memories, Harry and Ron were stood beside her, exhausted.

Two ambulance's screeched to a stop beside them and the double doors blasted open, paramedic's spilling from them and surrounding the wreck as one paramedic with brown, messy hair and a soothing smile went to Lily and Petunia, assessing them both as Lily trembled in James hold.

"I need to go with her! I have to go with her!" James cried and the paramedic looked at him before nodding tightly.

Petunia was shaking and staring at her sister, leaning her back against the destroyed car. When a woman paramedic with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail moved to the woman, but she refused the help, gesturing to Lily instead. It seemed that Petunia did have a heart after all.

Once they were all bundled and hauled into the back of the ambulance and James leaped in beside the unconscious Lily that they screeched off, their sirens blaring again. Sirius's arm were wrapped so tightly around her that she knew he had scared her with what had just happened to her.

"Explain." He said stonily, pushing her hair away from her face, "Now."


"I'm sorry, girls," her father said to them and Lily's teeth clenched tighter as she was forced to relieve the memory of her mother being lowered in the ground…No Eighteen year old should go through that. "It'll be okay. You'll see." He smiled sadly at them at pulled away from the road.

"Father, Vernon is coming around tomorrow." Petunia said from the back seat, not glancing at her dad, whose gaze narrowed.

"Why isn't he here today?" He asked and Petunia's head rolled across the head rest behind her and she directed her gaze to her father's green eyes, identical to her sister.

"Because of his job, father." Their father just scoffed as the car rumbled up the road. He directed his gaze to the red-head girl curled up on the front seat, trying her hardest not to cry.

"Oh, baby," he said sympathetically and his own lip quivered, "it'll be okay, I promise. We'll be with your mother soon."

Lily looked up sharply at his words as he pressed down on the accelerator, his green eyes showing determination and fear as they sped towards a blue mini.

"Dad! Dad, what are you doing?" Lily screamed, reaching for the steering wheel, trying to slam it to the left, away from the blue mini, but she was easily overpowered.

"What do you think I'm doing, Lily?" He asked calmly, his eyes on the speed watching as it sailed into the forties, fifties…

Both her and Petunia screamed in unison as their father glanced upwards, "We'll be together again soon, Ivy. So very soon…" Lily couldn't believe her father was having a psychotic break but before she could yell at him some more, she was jerked foreword, the seatbelt stopping her foreword momentum, cutting into her chest painfully. She gasped in relief before she was jerked to the side as the car skidded across the pavement, the people in the blue mini probably killed instantly as it was ploughed into and Lily's head smashed through the window and that was the last thing she could remember…


Hermione watched sadly as Sirius crouched next to James in the Hospital Waiting room, offering him cold drinks, small portions of food and kind words, all of which were shot down and Sirius sadly gave up, hefting himself onto the chair beside him and squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. It was no secret that his friends were his second family, and he valued them above any thing else…Maybe even her. She didn't hold it against him and she never would. If you dated Sirius Black, his friends came in the whole package. It was why she'd worked hard to be friendly towards Peter, so that Sirius wasn't forced to choose between them.

She wasn't as worried as James and neither was Sirius, as they had the knowledge that Lily would be okay – Harry was in her memories still and she was so grateful. She never really realised how much love she'd held for Harry until the thought of him never existing occurred and she felt like she couldn't breathe…And then she actually couldn't breathe.

She wondered briefly if this happened before, if she'd been in a car accident before Hermione travelled back, but the more she thought about it, the more probable it seemed that she had. Which of her actions would have caused a car crash in Muggle Loughborough, the home place of the Evan's family? None.

After explaining to Sirius what had happened they apparated to the alley behind the hospital and met up with James in the waiting room on the eight floor of the major hospital, but all they could do for him was offer reassurances that were perfectly true, but to him would sound hollow, false. Like they were telling him something sunshine-y to mask the truth, keep a smile on his face.

She'd never seen James like this, she mused, Harry she had seen upset and depressed a fair few times, but Hermione supposed it came with the territory of being unsafe wherever he went and being the 'chosen one.' But James…James was eighteen years old, and was a prankster at heart and seeing him depressed was like seeing George without an ear – it didn't look right. She frowned at her own thought pattern and looked impatiently towards the large double doors that Lily had been pushed through hurriedly, taking her away from James who looked clueless, like without her by his side, he didn't quite know how to go on properly.

Eventually, the doctor walked through the doors, looking tired and unclean, but smiling none-the-less. "Lily Evans family?" She called out and James shot up so fast Hermione was surprised that he didn't get head rush.

"That's us!" He said almost frantically, trying to peer around the doctor, "is she okay?"

The doctor smiled and Hermione and Sirius exchanged looks of relief, even though Hermione had the proof of a live and breathing Harry in her memories, she still liked to here that medically Lily would be alright.

"Can we see her?" Sirius asked and he grinned when the doctor nodded.

"She's just been settled into her own private room. 304 down the hall."

"What about Petunia and their father?" Hermione asked.

The doctor's blue eyes focused on her and she felt slightly unnerved. "I don't have any word on them yet, but I hear the sister is putting up one Hell of a fight. Could you please alert family and friends to Miss Evans wellbeing?" She asked before turning on her heel to the wash room, peeling off her surgical gloves as she went, a slight spring in her step at another soul saved.

The doctor, whose name was Ruby Heath, closed the door of the wash room behind her, listening for the quiet click that told her that it was secured and she tossed the surgical gloves in the bin before staring at herself in the slightly cracked mirror above the white sink. What she hadn't told the three teenagers gathered in the Hospital Waiting Room is that Lily Evan's neck had been broken not a few hours ago, but was now healed. On the X-Rays, you can clearly see that old mark, but it was like a miracle had happened – or magic.

She shook her head and turned on the faucet, cupping her hands under the running stream of water and bringing it to her face, relishing in the cold feel, keeping her grounded, reminding her that she had a job to do. She needed to know what had happened to the other Evan's.


James was asleep with his head on the side of Lily's bed and Hermione and Sirius were sat on the two uncomfortable chairs on the other side, watching the two sleeping lovers silently and Hermione blinked hard at the sight – Lily had definitely been dead, the memories had proved that, so how could she be here, alive? Magic would be the obvious answer, except that magic couldn't bring a person back to life.

"I think it was love," Hermione whispered hoarsely, physically and mentally exhausted after the ordeal and she wondered how Lily was going to cope with also the loss of her father – Dr. Health had come in earlier and told them of how her father had been killed instantly, the seatbelt breaking his rib and it pierced his heart. She left it to them to tell Lily and, with a confused look at Lily, the doctor left to conclude her rounds. Sirius looked at her and raised his eyebrows in questioning. "Love. I think it was James' love for Lily that saved her. She was dead, Sirius. I know. And suddenly, she wasn't. No magic can bring back the dead, but Love is a different force entirely, Sirius. It can protect someone from the Killing curse."

"Nothing can do that." Sirius corrected, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"Love can." She pushed, "I've seen it with my own two eyes, Sirius. Love is a force to be reckoned with and I'm telling you, it saved Lily tonight." Hermione finished, looking at the sleeping red-head, her best friend and made a vow to herself to help Lily through this, to give her help and support in these dark times. She looked at James and glanced at Sirius in her peripherals and made another vow to herself – she would get the Marauder's pranking again before they left Hogwarts next month, get the school laughing again. Like she said before, these were dark times, but love was going to get them all through it.

A/N: One of my trusted readers (Isabel Black) noticed a flaw in this story, so I just quickly re-wrote it to make sense because, when I became aware of it, it bugged me as well.