First off, thanks to all my lovely reviewers! You know I'm happy, because I loathe excessive punctuation. Snoopy Dances I actually have twice as many reviews as I do chapters! Well… provided you count the one I did while under the influence of insomnia.

I Don't Feel Like Telling You: Or, as we like to think of you, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, thank you for giving in to my demands and reviewing. I just hope it's random in a good way. There is actually method to my madness. The idea is that people don't always think and react like you'd expect them to. But you did know who was talking by the end of every chapter, correct?

Michelle: Wormtail's chapter originally started out as Moony's, but then I decided it would increase interest to add the slight twist there. As for the sadness, I took that as a challenge and ran with it. This chapter is the result.

Reyna: True, but he had to have –some- redeeming qualities. As for Remus, didn't you know? "You always hurt the one you love." Huggles Remus Ooh, and everyone give cookies to Reyna for correcting Remus's French!

Vanna, the ever-faithful: I've read several fics where Remus was French, and liked the idea. Although in my opinion, he's lived away from France long enough to speak flawless English. As for that last paragraph… I'm afraid I was rather emo, and somehow Peter snuck into my fic. Filthy little rat. No idea how he got there. You're welcome about the slash, and I won't freeze, we've still got a fireplace.

Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to JK Rowling, and if you didn't already know that, I have three questions. 1) Why are you reading fanfics if you've never heard of the books? 2) What rock have you been living under for the past decade if you don't know Harry Potter belongs to JKR? And 3) How hard was it to get internet piped in under your rock?

I got my very own mirror yesterday! I know it's mine because it has my initials on it. G. L., surrounded by lilacs. How on earth did she know lilacs are my favorite flower? My favorite colour, too! Such a sweet woman, Gladys Gudgeon. Writes me every week. I'm famous, you know. Demmed if I know why, though.

It must be my looks, though. And now that I have a mirror, I can make sure I'm always looking my best for my admirers! I think I'll get some new pictures made of myself, too. I'm sure Gladys would be delighted. I should wear lilac robes in them. What fun I'll have autographing them! I'm really getting very good at this joined-up writing thing. I really must write these ideas down. I'm just brimming over with brilliant ideas, and if I don't jot them down somewhere I forget all about them.

Aha! Here comes the healer again. Whatzername. Carroll! Yes, that's it. Healer Cara Carroll. It's such a pretty name. Almost as nice as mine! She's going to ask me questions to see if I can remember things. I forget sometimes. But they're trying something new lately. Hip-noses, or something like that. Funny word for it, since it doesn't have anything to do with hips or noses.

My nose is perfect, mind you. Just the right size, and perfectly straight. A distinguished nose. And it draws attention to my eyes! Gladys says my eyes are like big blue pansies. It's the most darling thing I've ever heard. Except… I don't suppose anyone can tell me what pansies are, can they?

No matter. Healer Carroll wants me to look at the pendant and think about my earliest memory. There's… a flash of light. And noise. A loud bang. Then a face, hovering over mine. No, it's not my mother or father. At least… I don't think it is. It's a boy. I distinctly remember he had freckles, and was very dirty. And red hair. Then another boy shows up, and I think there's a girl. The second boy looks even worse than the first. That hair, honestly. I doubt he ever conditions. Then I realize we're in… somewhere. An odd sort of place. Hey! I remember saying that! I think the three of them live here! After that… flying!

Ooh! I've seen them since then! They came to visit me the other day. Mad for autographs they were. The black-haired one said I'd been a teacher, taught him everything he knew! That was right before Brody went away. Not that I minded. Brody was dull. Never even pretended to listen when I suggested he use moisturizer and vanishing cream. Would've made him look years younger.

What else do I remember? Something about… water. Lots of water… on the floor! And some people, sleeping, or frozen, or something. And that's all.

I'm always thoughtful after one of these sessions, trying to figure out what my bits of memory mean. I know I was a great wizard before the accident. Veronica Smethley says so. She doesn't write as often as Gladys does. But… there was something about destroying a lot of dark creatures. Yes. And books. They all say things about me writing books. I wish I remembered. From the way they all talk, I must be the savior of the wizarding world! That's an awfully big accomplishment. Saving the world and keeping my perfect hair!

Well, it's getting late, and I've dozens of pictures that need autographing before bedtime. Joined-up writing is so much fun! But I still want to know what pansies are… Anywho! Signing! G-i-l-d-e-r-o-y L-o-c-k-h-a-r-t, little flourish at the end... G-i-l-d-e-r-o-y…

It's short. But happy! … Kinda. I seem to have trouble with happy stories. They come to me as easily as all the angsty ones, but I just couldn't seem to make them as long as the others. I'd better stop writing, though, or the word count for the author's notes will exceed that for the actual story. There will probably be an angsty update in a day or two.

Oh, and since it worked so well last time, review or… I'll leave rabid nifflers chained to your doorstep!