A/N: This is the official end to all the reliving-memories part!


Ally sat erect in her hospital bed. Sweat was trickling down her pale face, and she was breathing hard. The nurse (who was having a nice conversation with a painting of a rabbit and a penguin having a tea party) turned around and screamed in surprise. The nurse looked at Ally carefully.

Her black hair was messy in its ponytail; there were loose strands everywhere. She had dark-purple bags under her eyes, and she had become extremely pale. Her skinny figure had become even skinnier after those two years.

Ally opened her mouth. "Do you mind getting me some help here, lady?!?" she screamed, tears beginning to drip from her eyes. The nurse ran outside, leaving the rabbit and the penguin to watch Ally.

"Well, it's about time you woke up," the pink rabbit said in her tutu. She sat down on a white chair and took a cup of tea from the table. "You've been in a coma for two years..."

"Two years?" Ally repeated in a whisper, her breathing starting to become normal. It was all such a shock...

"Yes!" replied the penguin in a red tuxedo in a low, nasal voice. "It's been real bore-festival, let me tell you - "

"I concur. Absolutely no action in this room for two years! No surgery, no shots...just some equally boring visitors who just sat by your bed - "

"Held your hand and cried like you were dead - "

"Which you weren't, of course. You were simply unconscious - "

"And boring! No wonder why Sharon and Penelope wanted to move to another room! Even that asthma patient was much more interesting than this one, I heard - "

"Daresay, really? Even for a Muggle problem?"

"Oh, quite..."

Ally finally turned away from them. She had been in a coma for two years? Impossible! She had just finished school at Hogwarts...

"Ah! Morning, Ally," a rather short and plump doctor said as he walked in. "About time you woke up...I heard these paintings were getting really bored..." he said with a laugh. When he saw that she wasn't even smiling, he stopped abruptly. "Er, well, er...I'm Dr. Stout. Been watching over you for the past year..."

"How's Harry?" Ally asked.

"Who? Oh, yes, yes...er, he'll be informed of your awakening...oh wait...no, dear. Sorry...we've already sent a message to Weasely's, I see. Is that Harry's last name?"

"No...it's Potter."

"Oh, Potter, yes. I see...Harry Potter - oh dear Lord, Harry Potter!" Dr. Stout exclaimed, dropping his clipboard and groping for his heart. "I think I shall have a heart attack," he said taking a deep breath. "Nurse! Nurse Lilac!"

"Yes, Doctor?" the pink-faced nurse answered as she rushed into the room.

"Did you know that this young lady is associated with the Harry Potter? Hmm?"

"Oh, heavens to Betsy!" the nurse gasped. "Is that really?"

"Quite so," the penguin in the painting interrupted. "Been in here a few times before - "

"With rather queer people, too - " the bunny started.

"Quite so! A boy and a girl both with stop-sign red hair, and it seemed as though the boy had spattergoit - "

"And a bushy-haired young lady - "

"And the Boy Who Lived! Harry Potter himself!" the penguin replied, standing up and saluting with his fin-like wing.

So they visited me, Ally thought with a merry jump in her heart. Wonder how they're doing...

"He was rather handsome, if I do say so myself," the bunny replied, blushing green.

I hate this place, she grumbled to herself. "...er, what about me?" she said loudly. Everyone in the room looked at her, eyebrows raised. "...er, aren't I the patient who just woke up from a coma after two years?" Ally reminded.

"Oh! Yes, yes!" the nurse shrieked.

"Good show, love," Dr. Stout said picking up his clipboard. "Now, haven't I said that we sent a letter to a Weasel family?..."

(Meanwhile, at the Weasely's)

It was extremely peaceful at the moment. Molly and Arthur were settling happily in the living room: Molly resting on the large couch, and Arthur relaxed in his deep-red reclining chair with a newspaper and his reading glasses. Molly was thinking about how refreshing the peace was; Arthur was mellow, no thought of the Ministry floating about in his mind.

Then there was a thump from the door.

"That must be Errol," Molly grumbled quietly, rolling her eyes. "Arthur, we really should trade him in for a better owl - or an owl that isn't blind..." She got up reluctantly and opened the door, letting Errol dawdle inside.

"Oh, Molly, relax. The children love him." He didn't look up from the paper.

"But the children don't live with us anymore, in case you haven't noticed." When Arthur didn't reply, she continued, "Arthur? Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? What, dear?"

Molly rolled her eyes again and placed her hands on her hips. "Ron is an Auror, like Harry. Hermione is the Charms professor at Hogwarts. Ginny, Fred and George own extremely successful shops in Diagon Alley. Charlie and Bill - oh my word, I've even lost track of what they do... And Percy works at the Ministry with you..."

Arthur hesitated. "Molly," he began slowly, finally looking up from the paper and lowering his reading glasses. "Harry and Hermione are not our children."

"I know," Molly replied softly. "But I love them like my own just the same."

"And not Draco? He is Ginny's boyfriend, after all, dear."

"Oh, I know, Arthur. But he used to torment my Hermione, Ron, and Harry. It's hard for a mother to get over that. Besides, dear, he also taunted us for being poor."

Arthur rolled his eyes. He didn't care about Draco's past - as long as he made his only daughter happy. He watched Errol as he continued to waddle around on the floor, dumbfounded. "Do you mind picking him up? I don't want him to leave a mess," Arthur said, returning his attention back to the paper.

"Oh, what will it matter if he does?" Molly snapped, letting Errol onto her arm. "I always clean it up, anyways." She removed the letter tied to Errol's leg and read it, eyes widening with every word. "Oh dear!" she screamed.

"What is it, Molly?" Arthur asked, rather un-interested.

"Ally has awoken from her coma!" she shrieked with happiness.

"...Er, who's Ally, dear?"

"I have no idea, Arthur, but it says to notify Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny - oh, the whole lot of them! It says we should pick her up from the hospital around supper-time and...that we should arrange for a family dinner tonight, to help her settle in..."

"That's all dandy, Molly...but who in the world is Ally?"

Molly hesitated. "Perhaps we should ask Hermione to come over today for help. It is Hogsmeade Sunday, after all..."