Mr. and Mrs. Potter
The End
Harry was shocked and terrified. He had not seen that much blood since he used "Sectumsempra" on Draco Malfoy back in his sixth year at school, without knowing what it meant. He had been positive that Draco was going to die then, and he was equally positive Luna was going to die now. He had no idea of what this bleeding meant, either. He sank down at her side, screaming her name, as the hospital staff began to shout and run around them.
"Luna, Luna, don't die, please don't die, Luna, please!"
She blinked. She was feeling very faint, and lying on the hard floor was not helping her backache one bit.
"I don't know if I'm dying, Harry. I don't want to. I don't want to leave you." She concentrated on his face, which was the one thing that seemed as real and understandable and solid to her as the rough stone floor beneath her.
Healer Greher appeared so quickly, that it was as if the nurses at the desk had used a summoning charm on him. His robes were hanging crookedly on his short frame. He quickly pulled out a wand, and crouching down, scanned Luna with a golden light.
"Do something, will you? Save my wife! What's wrong with her?" Harry begged, in an anguished voice, as he continued to clutch Luna's hand.
Luna felt very weak, and could no longer speak, but she was very puzzled. Was this really what it felt like to die? And Harry hadn't said a word about the baby. That was odd, very odd. He was fond of her, she knew, but the baby still meant everything to him.
"It looks like a premature separation of the placenta," the healer answered. "We've got to get the baby out. Now!" He waved his wand again, causing Luna to rise up and float down the hall. Harry came along with her, clinging to her side, trying to hold onto her hand. His face was white as chalk, and his eyes and hair were wild.
"Luna, please be all right. Please be all right. I love you. I love you so much. Please don't die, for God's sake, Luna, don't die."
Luna, startled, looked into his eyes again, and as always, believed him. Harry meant it. Harry Potter loved her. He had never said it to her before, and she knew he had never said it to anyone else, but he was saying it to her now, and he meant it. It was worth the pain to hear that, she thought, as she floated into a brilliantly lit room. The light was so bright, it gave everything a strange glow.
Harry stood at her head, and never looked down past her face. He just held her hands, and looked into her eyes, and kept telling her to hold on, to be strong, and to live. Luna was quite numb, but she knew when the healer took the baby, and she heard her first cry. It was oddly hollow. At the sound, Harry finally looked away from Luna.
"It's a girl. She's having some breathing problems, but we'll get right on it," the healer said. "She seems like she's holding her own for the moment." Luna saw the baby then, a very small baby, with dark fuzzy hair, an extremely red face, and unbelievably skinny arms and legs.
Luna fought to speak then, with all the strength left in her body. She tried to scream, and the scream was only a whisper, but Harry heard her say, "Her name is Rose."
He smiled at her. "She's gorgeous, Luna. She's so damned small, but she's gorgeous, even with my knobby knees."
Luna couldn't say anything else, and she wanted to smile back at Harry's joke, but instead she closed her eyes slowly, and didn't open them again when Harry called her name.
He was just about to panic, when the healer said, "Mr. Potter, you're going to have to leave. You're going to have to wait in the hall. We have some things to do with your wife, and we have to get the baby into specialized care." He turned to the nurse. "Get some dittany. If we work fast, Mrs. Potter shouldn't even have a noticeable scar from the surgery."
"I don't care about whether or not she has a scar," Harry exploded. "Oh, my God! You think I of all people would care about that? Just keep her alive, damn it!"
"Mr. Potter, you're not helping," said a nurse sharply. "Now go sit down!"
The healer and the nurse pushed Harry firmly out the door. It shut behind him, and he found himself sitting on a hard, straight-backed chair against the wall. Harry looked up at the ceiling, and saw orange and black streamers draped around the lights. He stared at them stupidly. They were Halloween decorations, he realized finally. It was Halloween, the anniversary of his parent's deaths. This was a bad omen to Harry, and more than he could take. He put his head in his hands and shuddered.
He sat in the hallway for what seemed like hours. People ran back and forth past him, but no one would stop and tell him anything, except to be patient. Harry finally leaned his head back against the wall, and dozed off.
He began to dream about the veil at the Ministry of Magic. He walked down the stone steps toward the veil, and heard voices, but they were, as always, just inaudible whispers. He then heard laughter. He walked tentatively up to the veil, which swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, he could see through a gap in it. On the other side, he saw a beautiful sunlit garden. His mother and father were sitting at a small, round table having tea, and Luna was sitting with them. They were laughing and gesturing happily. Luna was holding a small bundle wrapped in a pink blanket, showing it off.
"No," Harry cried. He tried shouting at them. They didn't look up and they didn't seem to hear him. He could see them, but they could not see him. He had lost Luna, and the baby, just like he had lost his parents. They had all gone on without him, and he was stuck in a dark, gray, dank room alone, as he watched them carry on with their tea party.
Harry woke with a start, banging his head on the wall. His neck hurt from being propped up at such an odd angle. He was breathing hard and his heart was pounding. It felt like it was breaking, leaving emptiness inside him.
When the healer finally came to tell him that they hadn't been able to save the baby, he waited for them to say, "and we're sorry about your wife," but they did not.
"Luna?" Harry asked faintly.
The healer looked at him, and smiled, a tired smile. "Your wife is going to be just fine. She's very strong, but this took a lot out of her. She'll have to get her strength back, but she will be able to have more children. She needs to stay here for about a week, to take blood-replenishing potions, and we're going to be giving her potions twice a day to heal the tear inside, but she will be fine. She'll be exactly as she was before any of this happened."
"Who was Luna, really," Harry wondered, "before any of this happened?" Then he remembered. Luna was the one who had always believed in him, who had never let him down, who had never given up. Would she really still believe in him, and not give up on him? Harry hoped that were true.
The healer hesitated. "Your wife is asleep, but if you want to, you can see your baby one more time. It's your choice."
Harry got up on wobbly legs, and followed him. The baby was wrapped in a pink blanket exactly like the one in his dream. He looked at her. She looked perfect. He could not understand how such a small body could hold such an immense thing as death. Harry touched her cheek, which was round, and no longer red, but still faintly tinged with pink. The nurse let him hold her, putting the small bundle carefully into his arms, then stepping back respectfully. Harry had never held a baby before. He looked at her arms, which were incredibly small. He noticed as he held her that his wedding ring would probably have been able to slip all the way over her hand. Harry got an idea.
"She belongs with the rest of the Potters," Harry said quietly. "I want her buried with my parents. Can I do that?"
"I'll notify the proper people and see that it is done," the nurse told him. "Do you want to be there? It's not necessary, with a premature birth, but some people do."
He handed the baby back to her reluctantly. "No, I don't need to do that. I need to be with my wife, and she isn't strong enough to go. I don't think it would help her to see that"
"I quite understand," the nurse answered.
As he walked out of the room he looked back at the nurse. "I wasn't there for my parents, either, but I think they understand."
When she woke up, Luna didn't know how long she had been out. She was alone, and she was afraid to try to move to summon anyone. She lay perfectly still for hours, not moving, just worrying. She worried, and worried, and worried some more, until Harry and the healer finally came in to tell her the baby was dead. Then she went totally blank.
She heard the healer saying that it was a freak thing, that she would be fine, that there was no real damage, that she could have more children, but she wasn't processing any of that. She was still thinking about Rose. The baby wasn't with her, but that didn't mean the baby wasn't anywhere at all. Since she had never held the baby, or even touched her, all she'd had was her feeling about Rose, and she still had that, so the idea that the baby no longer existed was incomprehensible to Luna. She couldn't even cry.
When he healer had gone, Harry cried. He sat beside Luna's hospital bed, and laid his head on the edge of it and cried. He told Luna that maybe if he'd made her go to the healer when she had first gotten pregnant, or if he'd gotten her to the hospital when her back had first started to hurt, that maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Luna told him that she didn't think those things had much to do with it, and stoked his hair. Neither of them said anything after that, but after while, Harry crawled up on the bed next to her, and they slept in each other's arms.
The next morning, after they woke up, Harry said quietly that he needed to go home, to shower up, to let some people know what had happened. He asked Luna if she would be all right, and she said she would be. It was after she left that the letter came from Nicholas Mayer, and Luna realized just how stupid she had been.
Dear Luna,
I won't pretend that I understand why you led me on for so long, but it helps me to believe that you really did like me. I suppose I should have guessed from your letters that something was going on between you and Harry Potter. It was there, I know now, but I just couldn't see it, or didn't want to. I wish you had told me the truth, but I assume you had your reasons not to.
I liked you more than anyone I've ever met. If you ever find yourself free and unattached again, maybe we can take up our correspondence where we left off.
Take care,
Nicholas
"That is the last thing I want," Luna said to herself, as she tore the letter into tiny little pieces. "I want my husband." But would Harry still want her, now that he had a reprieve? Luna began to doubt that he would really want someone as silly as she was, even if he had told her that he loved her. He had been under so much stress at the time. Had he meant what he said, or had he just been hysterical?
Harry left the hospital, and stood on the sidewalk, totally confused. What to do next? He went to the Burrow. It looked the same. The garden was a tangled mass of green, and the chickens were scratching outside the door. How could everything be the same for everyone else when so much had changed for him? Harry would never understand it.
Molly and Arthur and Ginny were eating lunch. When he walked in, Molly took one look at him, and jumped up.
"Harry, what is wrong? Merlin, you look terrible! What's happened?"
"Luna lost the baby," he said flatly, dropping into the chair Molly pulled out for him.
"What?" She and Arthur both looked at him so confused that he felt a flash of anger. Then he relented. They couldn't help it. They had no idea of what this was like. They had seven healthy children, who had lived.
"The baby died. It was something about the placenta. There was something wrong with it. They seemed to think I should understand, so I didn't ask them any more about it. It doesn't matter anyway. It happened, and there's nothing I can do about it. Luna's alive, and that's something."
"Yes, yes," Arthur said distractedly, getting up to rummage in the cupboard. "That's something." He pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey, and poured Harry a drink. "Try this on for size."
Harry took it, and jerked his head in some sort of acknowledgment. He downed the whiskey quickly, like medicine, and held the glass out for a refill. Arthur obliged him, and Harry swallowed that glass just as quickly.
Molly looked at her husband indignantly. "Arthur, that's enough! Men!" she muttered, going to get Harry a bowl of soup. She put it down in front of him and started slicing some bread. Harry's head went spinning around after the second glass of whiskey, and he decided she was right. He began to eat mechanically, even though it was an effort just to lift the spoon.
Ginny, who had been watching all of this silently, finally spoke. "We're sorry, Harry."
He looked at her, and her face was a blank slate. They are, he thought to himself, but you're not. Ginny, you're happy. And he sighed. "Will you please tell Ron when he gets home, and ask him to tell Hermione?"
"Of course," Arthur assured him, and Harry got up and walked out. He went to Grimmauld Place. The elves were waiting for him.
"Is Miss Luna all right?" Dobby asked tentatively.
"Luna is going to be fine. She'll be home in a few days," Harry said, "but there isn't going to be any baby. The baby died."
Winky gave a strangled cry, and Dobby took hold of her to comfort her. Kreacher said nothing, which was a good response, for him. Harry left them all in the hall, and crawled into bed.
Ron and Hermione came to see Luna the next morning, and brought a pudding that Molly had made for her. Hermione had cried, too, because, she said, it was all so unfair. Ron just sat staring at the ceiling, his eyes suspiciously red. The four friends just spent several hours, sitting quietly together talking about superficial things.
Remus and Tonks came to visit the next day. Molly had sent them a message, and they had made plans to come as soon as they had gotten it. They brought Luna white roses, like the ones that had been in her bridal bouquet, not knowing how tormented she was at the sight of the flowers. The Lupins only stayed few minutes because Luna told them she was tired. They offered to take Harry out to dinner, and Luna told him to go with them, that she would be fine. She was worried about him because he didn't seem to be eating much.
As they waited for their meal, Lupin looked at Harry carefully. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine. I just miss Luna at home. I'm scared."
"Of what?" Tonks asked curiously.
"I don't know yet. I just got that way."
Lupin sighed. "Just remember, one thing has not changed. No one can force you to do anything you want to do." He hesitated. "Of course the situation IS different now. No one would blame you if you want to reevaluate…"
"I'm not ready to decide anything about that. Luna still needs me," Harry said sharply, just as the food came.
"Harry," said Tonks carefully waiting until after the server had gone, "You got married out of need. That's understandable, but to stay married out of need is something quite different."
"I don't want to talk about it right now," he answered.
Harry came back after dinner and sat quietly beside Luna for awhile, just holding her hand, until Ginny Weasley dropped in. Ginny sat on the edge of the bed and talked about a wonderful book she had read, and a wonderful party she had been to, and about a wonderful jumper her mother was making her, until Luna got so nervous she was about to scream. Ginny finally got off the bed when the nurse came in to give Luna her blood-replenishing potion.
"I am sorry about the baby," Ginny said as she left, "but at least now you'll be able to get your lives back to normal."
Luna held herself together until Ginny and the nurse had both gone out of the room, then she let loose. She cried and cried and cried, trembling and gasping, until Harry had to climb onto the bed and hold her still. He held her tightly, and pushed her hair back out of her face, and said, "Shhhhhh!" over and over until Luna finally caught her breath.
"Everyone is going to feel that way," Luna finally gulped. "They're going to feel like the baby was just a mistake, that never should have happened, and I'll never be able to prove them wrong. She'll never be able to prove them wrong, and eventually everyone will forget she ever existed."
"I won't," said Harry. "I promise."
"Just don't sell us short," Luna begged him.
"I won't. I won't let you down," Harry answered. He paused, leaning back against the head of the bed a bit. "You know what I liked best about her? The baby, I mean. I liked her hair. It was so cute and fuzzy."
"I'll bet it would have been a mess, in time, though. She didn't have a chance for good hair, with either of us around." Luna gently brushed a stray lock of hair out of Harry's eyes. "I liked her hands. They were so small, and had those little tiny fingernails."
"That was amazing," Harry agreed. Then he frowned. "Does it make you feel worse to talk about her?"
"It makes me feel terrible not to be able to," Luna assured him. "No one talks about her to me. That's what upsets me. It's like she never happened."
"Well, she did," Harry said, wrapping his arm tighter around Luna's shoulder. "I miss her so much that it's driving me mad, and I only got to hold her for few minutes. It must be a hundred times worse for you, carrying her around all of that time."
"At least," Luna said solemnly, "I got to know her a little." She sighed. "No one can say we didn't try, Harry. No one can say that."
"You sound so final, Luna. You sound like your own life is over. It scares me, because it's not. That's the best thing to come out of this."
As Luna opened her mouth to answer, the nurse came back in, looking horribly embarrassed. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry, but we have to give you these." She held out some official looking papers. Harry took them, looking confused.
"What are they?"
"The birth certificate, and the death certificate…sorry!" The woman fled before they could say a thing.
"Get those out of here, Harry, please," Luna begged him, and he nodded slowly and left the room with them.
Luna watched him go. "Maybe it is over, Harry," she whispered. "Maybe it is, at least the life I want to have."
Her head aching, and her body exhausted, Luna went to sleep. She dreamed she was in the Department of Mysteries, in the room with the planets. She was floating through the air, in an inky black sky, lit with thousands of glittering stars. She was floating in nothingness, with no purpose.
When she woke up, it was morning, and Harry was back. He was wearing the same clothes he'd had on the day before. His face was chalk white again, and there were black circles under his eyes.
"Harry?"
"Luna, what do you want to do now?" His voice was very flat.
"What do you mean?" She was genuinely puzzled.
"I mean, what do you want to do with your life? I really need to know."
She stared at him, and gripped the edge of her sheet. "I want whatever you want."
"Then we're tied, except, I don't know what you want," he said, wearily plopping down into the chair next to the bed. "Tell me the truth. What kind of future do you see for yourself now? We built our lives around having the baby, and she's gone. Not that everyone isn't sorry about that, but things ARE different now."
"That's a silly thing to say. It's a silly question to ask me. I haven't had time properly think about it. Why do we have to decide now, before we've had a chance to get over the baby, to really think about everything that's happened, and talk things out?"
"I know it's been hard for you, being married to me. I know I treated you terribly, and that you were very lonely." Harry looked at her mournfully, and Luna's stomach clenched painfully. She was sure something was going wrong, but she didn't know what.
"Harry, You never treated me terribly. You were wonderful. I love being married to you," she said desperately. "I wouldn't change a thing, not even the fights."
"Don't lie to me, Luna," Harry begged her. "That's the one thing you've never done before. At least spare me that."
She cranked her bed up higher and struggled to sit up so she could look him straight in the eye. "I'm not lying. Why do you think I didn't like being married to you?"
He looked away. "I found the letters from your friend, Nicholas. In fact, I read them."
Luna recoiled in shock. "When was this?"
Harry kept looking away. "Last night. I took home those certificates, and I didn't know what to do with them. I was going to put them in that drawer in the desk, where you keep our marriage certificate, and I found the letters!"
Luna's heart shattered. She could just see Harry, sitting on the floor next to the desk, helpless and defenseless, reading only one half of the story, and tears began to run out of her eyes. They weren't just tears for Harry, though. The tears were about everything.
"Harry, that all started long ago," she began.
"It was not SO very long ago," Harry argued.
"It was before we were married, before I felt married, anyway. And once it started, I didn't know how to stop it, but I swear, they didn't mean anything. It was like a game I was playing, a stupid, stupid game. They meant absolutely nothing. I never meant to lead Nicholas on. That's why I told him as much as I did about you. I just wanted to keep him as a friend."
He looked back at her, his green eyes, steady and bright in his pale face, and more luminous than Luna had ever seen them. "He didn't want to just be your friend, though, and I still think the letters meant you were lonely."
"Well, maybe I was, a little, but that wasn't your fault. It was mine, and mine alone." She started to weep again. "Those damned letters! I never meant to hurt you!"
"Oh, hell," said Harry. "The letters don't matter now. What matters now is what we do now. We have something now, don't you think? We have a relationship. Maybe it wasn't much to start with, but we've been through so much together. We shouldn't let it go. I think now is just when we're just starting to understand what we mean to each other." He gave her a very determined look that was familiar and beloved.
"I know what you mean," Luna said, smiling through her tears. "We care so much more now!"
"Then it doesn't seem like a good time to go our separate ways," Harry said firmly. "No matter what anyone thinks. It just doesn't seem natural." His color was starting to look more normal, and his eyes still glowed like emeralds.
"No, it doesn't." Luna thought for a moment. "Do you really want to do whatever I want to do?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I think I know what I want to do, of course" she answered.
"And what's that?"
She smiled at him. "I want to get the hell out of here as soon as they'll let me, go home with you, and start another baby!"
Harry smiled at her. "That would be a very natural thing to do," he admitted.
"I love you, Harry Potter."
"And I love you."
"Really?"
"Really, really, really, I do," he said, leaning in to kiss her, hard and sweet, as he had done that first night they were together.
Another day passed by, and Luna went back to Grimmauld Place. Another month went by, and the stories in the papers about Harry and Luna began to die down. Harry and Luna distracted themselves on December 8th by deliberately choosing to spend that day putting up Christmas decorations at Grimmauld Place. They buried their sorrow in tinsel and garland and sparkling, enchanted snow.
When they were done, though, and sitting by the decorated tree with hot chocolate, Luna said tremulously, "She would have loved Christmas."
Harry knew at once what Luna meant. "I would have bought her anything she wanted," Harry said in a miserable voice. "A broomstick or dolls, a pony or a puffskein, cuddly toys, just anything."
"I know you would have," Luna answered. "We would have had teddy bears and pink dragons everywhere."
She started to cry. Harry held her tightly and they cried together one more time. The tears were coming less and less often, though. They were still sad, but they still had lives to lead. After two months went by, with Harry's help, Neville opened his flower shop.
Harry, Luna, Hermione and the Weasleys came to the grand opening. The Prophet. Witch Weekly, and the Quibbler all sent photographers and reporters to cover the event. They had champagne to toast the future, and everyone began to mingle and talk. To Harry's great amusement, Neville spent more time talking to Ginny than he did talking to anyone else. He even heard them reminiscing about their date to the Yule Ball. As for Harry, he spent the whole afternoon with his arm around his wife, enjoying Luna's reactions to the various floral displays, and her special pride in the room Neville and Harry had devoted to researching magical plants.
He did leave her side for a moment, since she was not drinking, to get himself some more champagne. Luna was busy asking Neville about a certain type of flower, and didn't even notice Harry walking away. Harry grinned as he heard Luna telling Neville, "Alchemists used to believe that irises could be used to make rainbows appear. Did you know that? I remember Daddy wrote an article about them in the Quibbler once."
That was Harry's Luna. Things were back to normal at last. She had gotten one final letter from Nicholas Mayer. Harry sometimes thought about the morning that letter had arrived. She had showed it to him immediately.
Dear Luna:
My uncle writes that you recently lost a baby. May I offer my most sincere condolences? You might be interested to know that it does not look as if I am going to take the job in London after all, but I am leaving that door open for now. If you ever want to reach me, you know where to find me.
Sincerely,
Nicholas
"Do you ever miss writing to him?" Harry had asked, hesitantly.
"Not at all," said Luna blithely. "I'm much too busy nowadays. Now, if you don't have any plans for your morning, do you think you could possibly do again today what you did last night?"
"Mmmm, yes, I think I can," Harry had said, with a mischievous grin. "I just need a few minutes to get ready. Meet me upstairs."
Some things, Harry decided, looking back on it, never change.
Ginny followed Harry to the refreshment table.
"You really love her, don't you?" Ginny asked, smiling wistfully, as Harry offered her the last bottle of champagne.
Harry smiled back. "Was there ever any doubt?"
"Are you really happy, Harry?"
"Yes, I am," he said, almost in surprise. "I am a whole lot happier than I ever thought I would be."
Ginny shrugged and went back to Neville's side. He turned to her and his round pleasant face lit up. Harry chose that moment to lean over Luna, who was still looking at an especially large iris. Harry whispered, his breath tickling her ear, "He's in for it now."
Luna looked over at their friends, and giggled. "Would you mind?"
"Not a bit," he assured her, and she believed him, as always.
When Ron and Hermione finally decided to culminate their long engagement, they chose Neville to do the flowers for their wedding. Harry was touched and pleased. Neville had already paid back Harry's loan, long ago, but Harry still took an interest in how the shop was doing.
Neville had already begun to set up the decorations while they were busy rehearsing for the ceremony. Ron and Hermione were bickering about how close Harry and Ginny should stand to them during that ceremony, and how they should walk in. They were only having one attendant each, and that was a bone of contention within the Weasley family, so they wanted things to go smoothly.
When the rehearsal finally broke up, Harry walked over to Luna. "Thank God that part is over. If I can just get through tomorrow, everything will be fine. I didn't realize there was so much involved in a formal wedding. It almost makes me glad that we had to elope." He paused for a moment, then asked awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't feel bad that Hermione didn't make you a bridesmaid?
"Certainly not," Luna said firmly. "With this belly of mine, I'd hold up the wedding march." Then they heard a crash, and both jumped.
"Brian James Potter!" Harry yelled. "What are you doing over there? Leave Uncle Neville's ladders alone!"
"Sorry, Harry," said Neville sheepishly, untangling a purple garland from around the toddler, whose tousled black hair was now scented from lilacs. "He got away from me."
Harry snatched his small son, and glanced back accusingly at Luna, who was pregnant with what they hoped was Brian's sister. "I thought you were going to watch him better."
If Brian had not been the ring bearer, Harry would have gladly left him at home with Winky. Brian had already shown unwonted spirit by hexing Fleur and Bill's young daughter's hair purple to match her flower girl's dress and it had taken an hour for them to figure out how to turn it blonde again. Fleur had been furious. It had been almost like old times. Her exclamation about "Zis little boy!" had taken Harry all the way back to the Goblet of Fire.
"Why, Harry, I never go too near large bunches of lilacs. Don't you know that lilacs are unlucky for witches? That's why the colonists brought them to New England and planted them by their doors," Luna answered, brushing the last blossoms off their small son.
"Remember that poem about the lilacs that 'in the door-yard bloom'd?' Lilacs are supposed to keep witches away, " she continued. "It's probably because they often get infested with nargles. I can't imagine why Hermione picked them for her wedding, even if they do fit the color scheme. They smell nice, though, and I would hope Neville would have cleaned the nargles out."
Harry sighed. "I would think so. Now let's go home, Luna. We have a busy day tomorrow."
"Every day is a busy day," Luna said serenely, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."
And Harry decided that he wouldn't either.
The End.
Author's Note: This is what happens when a bunch of 50 year old women start talking about a story they all read when they were teenagers. In the original story, "Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones" (which came out in the late 60's) as we remembered it, a girl and her boyfriend had to get married. She kept writing to a male pen-friend she had, and the story told what happened when her young husband found out. We wondered if it could be updated. I immediately thought of the Potterverse, which has a lot of teenagers in it. I hope it worked. My father died on December 8th, so that's why I used it the way I did.