Disclaimer: All of this is based upon the lovely J.K. Rowling's work. I own nothing except Salazar's wife, son, and various other original characters. This story is an AU of sixth year, but it will contain a few spoilers from Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows. However, it will still seriously diverge from canon.


"blah": dialogue

'blah': thoughts

"blah" : Parseltongue

"blah": Legilimency/Telepathy

Italics: excerpt from a book /newspaper or any other written form

Bold: a word or phrase that is emphasized

Italics, Underlined, and Bold: location/date of a scene in the story


Chapter Seventeen: The Lovely, Lovely Luna

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry's Room: August 15th, 1996

Harry stared. His mouth wanted to hang open, but somehow, it magically seemed to stay shut. He had not expected her to be here so early. He cast a discreet glance at the clock on his desk. Yes, she was most definitely early.

He had to fight a slight scowl as he felt his half of the Gate heat up under his shirt as if it were trying to say, "Whoops, I suppose I should have mentioned that she was coming earlier."

The teenager mentally rolled his eyes; he was going to have to have a strict talking to with the Gate later on. Shaking his head, he turned back to the task at hand.

"Well," Harry began, turning to look at the young lady standing in his doorway. He rose from his feet respectfully but did not approach her. "This is… it is…"

"It's a bit awkward," Luna supplied with a slight smile as she came into the room, closing the door behind her. She whipped out her wand and quickly cast Silencing spells. She, too, had apparently removed the Ministry tracking charms.

Harry nodded. "Well, yes, to be frank. It is… with us being what – who we were," he went on, still gazing at her. He finally flicked his own wand, creating an extra seat from a spare sheet of parchment, which he immediately offered to her.

The blonde's smile widened as she sat, but not before she tucked her wand behind her ear. He smirked faintly at the action, resuming his seat as well. The two lapsed into a silence, which was surprisingly not uncomfortable.

They simply studied each other, noting the differences from their last encounter. Harry was taller now, though not by much, and his hair had grown quite a bit, almost but not quite touching the middle of his shoulders. It was still messy but not nearly as much as it had been when it was shorter. It was very reminiscent of his look when he was Salazar, though it had been more than a bit longer then. Luna secretly and quite correctly thought that his returned memories might have prompted him to magically make it grow.

Additionally, the sixth-year's eyes now seemed greener, much more like the color of Slytherin House than ever before. The emerald irises further held a sparkle and a glow, two things that she remembered were distinctive of Salazar. His eyes were also much more readily visible now since he had transfigured his bulky frames into nice wire ones, ones so thin as to be almost invisible.

Further, he was dressed more richly than Luna had ever seen him with the exception of a picture of Ginny's she had seen, one that featured him in his dress robes. He was wearing Muggle clothing, but it was quite respectable, much more so than the usual cast-offs he dressed in. Undoubtedly, he had liberally used his wand on his wardrobe as well, ensuring that his attire was more appropriate in nature.

On the other side, Luna was slightly taller also, and she had filled out more, now with soft curves that belied her actual strength. Her hair had picked up more silver highlights, something that hadn't been readily apparent last year, and it was now nearly identical to Siobhan's. It created an interesting contrast with the peach-colored radish earrings, lavender dress, and sky blue with pink polka-dots shoes she had. Like always, her bottle-cap necklace hung around her throat, but Harry could see the faint outline of another chain. Undoubtedly, where her half of the Phoenix Gate currently resided.

"So," she murmured after a moment of quiet staring.

"So?" he questioned back almost instantly.

"Well," they both said together before stopping to allow the other to speak.

Harry gestured for her to continue. "Go on."

Luna shook her head. "No, you go on," she shot back pleasantly.

"Oh, no… ladies first. I insist." He exhaled, enjoying the reprieve from the discussion he knew was to come.

The young woman looked at him strangely. "That is the rule now, but it wasn't then," she commented, taking an oblique route to the problem that currently plagued them. "Many things have changed since then, have they not?" Her tone was firm, if hesitant.

Harry sighed. "Then… right. Many things have changed," he muttered, finally dredging up the willpower to discuss what he had been dreading. "Then… then we were… something… someone else."

A pair of crystalline eyes studied him rather intently. "Yet, in a great many ways, we still are them. We've always been; we just didn't realize it," she commented and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Are we?" he questioned. "Are we really? Or have we changed?" He breathed out, fighting the urge to rise to his feet and pace across the room.

"Yes," the blonde replied simply enough. "But that isn't really the problem, is it?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "And truthfully, I already know the answer." He hesitated for several heartbeats not saying anything, merely gazing at Luna with a look of intense concentration. "In many ways I think we are the same," he said finally, "but so much has happened that I fear we're too different." He inhaled and looked away. "I missed out on so much," he whispered more to himself than to her.

"What?" She glanced at him in confusion.

"Your life… Tristan's life… I missed so much of them," he clarified. "I died… and you lived… and kept living. I missed all of that," the reborn Slytherin added, voice lost and uncertain. He lowered his head, staring down at nothing.

"But none of that matters, Harry," Luna asserted, but it did nothing to dispel his melancholy. "Harry, I don't care about that," she attempted again. The witch sighed, wracked with indecision, but deep down, she knew what she needed to say. "I… I think that I still love you. Not that odd at all considering I know us to be soulmates."

Harry's head whipped up. "You think that you still love me?" he asked incredulously, green eyes very wide. Unexpectedly, he rose to his feet and began to pace. "Well… to be perfectly honest, I think that I still do as well." He ran a hand over his face and allowed it to linger there. "But… but that's not the point!" He stopped in the middle of the floor, facing her.

"What is the point then?" she questioned, heat leeching into her voice and also rising to her feet. "Please explain it to me because I'm having trouble following your logic." She gestured at him fiercely.

Harry grimaced and shook with frustration. "The point is that I don't know you anymore! The point is that you outlived me by seven – almost eight – decades… seventy-eight years of your life that I know absolutely nothing about!" Harry all but shouted, emphasizing his points with his hands. He was trembling now. And he knew it but didn't care. "The point is that we barely know each other as we are now." He stared at her bleakly, beseechingly. "For the sake of the Maker, Luna, I barely even know you in this time. I couldn't tell you the name of your mother, what your favorite color is, or anything else like that. We're friends, but that is it."

She gazed back at him, her own eyes wide. The blonde was completely shocked by his tirade. She had also thought about those things, but she had dismissed them. She hadn't realized that they were affecting him so deeply.

Luna took a tentative step forward. "First of all, my mother's name was Thea, and my favorite color is orange. Light orange, mind you," the blonde put in. "Well, actually more of a peach color…" seeing Harry's startled expression, she trailed off. "Anyway," she picked up her real point of this conversation, "nothing says that has to keep us apart." The young woman responded, approaching him, "Nothing says that we can't learn about one another again." She stepped close to him, mere inches away. "The details might be different now, but the foundation is still the same," she murmured, knowing that he heard every word. "I am still me, and you are still you. The rest doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?" he asked hopefully, sounding much younger than he actually was.

Luna smiled up at him, inching even closer. "No. We're Slytherins… well, the Slytherins to be more precise. We're Salazar and Siobhan. We have a connection; we're soulmates, don't ever forget that now," she affirmed, recalling their interesting discovery of that particular fact. "And the Gate ties us together," she stated, showing her half of the amulet.

She gently reached forward and grasped the chain around Harry's neck, lifting the artifact that it held. Luna slowly put the two pieces back together, holding so that they looked to be a whole.

"See. Two parts of the same thing. Still the same because the details don't matter."

Harry exhaled very slowly. "The same… two parts of a whole." He paused, thinking it over. "It's different, but we're still us," he repeated and looked at her directly. "But we can only go forward. We can't completely be as we were, not yet at least. I don't think either one of us could handle that, but I would… I would like to get to know you again." He shifted nervously. "What do you say?" he queried, green eyes hopeful.

Luna grinned. "I know that I have made my views on that pretty clear, but what about you?" she directed back at him easily. "What do you think?" She gazed up at him.

"I…" He hesitated for a moment before moving to take her hand in his. "I think that we should just see where this leads us," he replied, squeezing her hand. He tentatively reached forward with his senses, tapping into his latent Empathy and desperately searching for hope.

"I think that I would like that." Luna smiled.

Her eyes lit knowingly, as if she knew exactly what Harry was doing, which she probably did. She leaned forward until her face was just inches from his. She inhaled before pressing her lips against his, giving him a chaste kiss. The witch pulled back before either of them did anything they might not regret. However, she didn't get far before Harry tugged her back gently. He grinned at her mischievously before quickly stealing another kiss. A longer and lingering kiss.

After a minute, they pulled back.

Quirking an eyebrow, Luna spoke. "I thought that we were just seeing where this was going."

Harry sheepishly grinned. "Yeah… well, I couldn't resist, and… well…"

"Well, what?" she questioned when he failed to continue.

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if it still felt the same after all this time. If it felt like before." He lifted a hand and caressed her face, fingertips trailing over her skin.

Luna leaned into his touch. "Did it?" A finger traced her lips.

Harry chuckled. "It did."


Grimmauld Place, Harry's Room: August 16th, 1996

"Kreacher," Harry called, looking up from the book of spells he and Luna were examining. "Kreacher," he beckoned again and waited for the house-elf to appear. The teenager couldn't help but sigh as he summoned the creature, remembering the circumstances that had brought him into Harry's service.

Just a week previous, Albus had finally managed to cut through the last of the Ministry red tape and obtained Sirius' will from the Goblins. The endeavor had been quite a difficult one as Sirius was still technically a wanted criminal, regardless of the fact that he was now dead, and the Ministry felt it their due to confiscate his property. The only thing that had prevented them from doing such was the Goblins themselves, who were actually in charge of Sirius' estate and who insisted that it now all belonged to someone else, due to the Animagus' death.

Sirius was the last of the Blacks, the name at any rate, since all three of his female cousins had decided to take their husbands' names, and his brother was now dead. Yet, the man had no children of his own, no biological children that is. Harry was his godson, the child he had always wanted and the son he had wished was his own. Harry was one person Sirius loved more than anything else, even his own life.

All of this had cumulated into one thing: Sirius had made Harry his heir. His only heir.

Harry had learned all of this in a letter composed by his godfather in case of his death or re-imprisonment. It was a letter filled with emotions and with all the things Sirius had always wanted to tell him but had never had the courage to say. The young wizard learned of the Animagus' love for him, how he saw Harry not as a James replacement. But as a son, a much beloved and cherished son. He discovered Sirius' wish to adopt him once his name was cleared, even if it was years later and Harry was already an adult. The man had wanted him to be his son in name as well as by love. And yet, they had never had the chance to make it legal, so the teenager remained his godson and would for the rest of forever.

Regardless, the fact that Harry was not his legal son had not stopped Sirius from naming him heir, an act that had actually occurred when Harry was still in his infancy. As such, the young man had inherited everything, including the Black properties, their various vaults, and of course anything else they possessed. Basically, this now meant that Sirius' sort-of murderer was now under the control of his much beloved good-as-son.

Harry Potter, however, possessed a compassion that surprised even Albus. The sixth-year had not harmed the house-elf, though he was angry enough to do so. Instead, he forgave the creature, deciding to give him another chance at life, just as he himself had been given one.

But the creature had been a little less than cooperative in the endeavor, at least in the beginning. The house-elf had screeched like a Banshee as soon as he heard Harry's first order, having no choice but to obey. And he had not stopped screaming. He had just kept shrieking and screeching for hours on end. The young man had tried to order him to stop, but the sound was so horrendous he had been forced to clasp his hands over his ears, temporarily distracted from making the ruddy creature stop. Suddenly, it had dawned on Harry just as he was about to command Kreacher to cease; he had known one thing that was guaranteed to shut the menace up.

All it had taken to quiet Kreacher were a few simple words… a few simple words in Parseltongue, that is. Yes, the snake language was enough to stop the house-elf's shrieking and make him freeze in his tracks. The little being had simply eyed his master in wonderment before throwing himself on the floor at the young man's feet, eager to serve.

The tactic had been so effective in quieting the house-elf that Harry had decided to use it on Mrs. Black as well. The old bat had stopped mid-scream, staring at him. Immediately, she had started babbling, vowing in a voice loud enough for all to hear that Harry was a true and welcomed heir of the House of Black. She had actually smiled at him, showing him her blackened teeth, and had declared her undying devotion. Apparently, possessing Slytherin's gift was among the highest honors to the Black family, and Harry secretly shuddered when he imagined what the old bat would do if she ever discovered he was the reincarnation of her House's founder.

The dark-haired wizard was pulled out of his reverie seconds later as there was a slight pop. The house-elf magically appeared.

"Yes, Master," he whispered bowing deeply, a stark change from his behavior last year. The house-elf rose up slightly before turning and repeating the action to Luna, who looked at him sadly.

"I have a task for you, Kreacher," Harry said pleasantly enough. He sighed when he saw the kneeling position the house-elf had taken, and he motioned for him to rise, which he did with slow reluctance. "Kreacher," the wizard continued, "I'm searching for a room… a particular type of room. I want it hidden, one that the Order is unaware of."

Kreacher eyed him with a faint bit of happiness. "Master wants to be doing things away from prying eyes, away from thoses eyes of the nasty traitors, the unholy heathen. Oh, I know of such a place, Master," he finished joyfully, hoping that his master was finally seeing the error of his ways.

Harry, however, sighed again. "Please, don't call them that." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Wait, didn't I ask you not to do that earlier?"

Kreacher smiled. "Oh, no, Master. You ordered me not to call them Mudbloods and blood-traitors. You did not say anything about nasty traitors or unholy heathen."

The teenager rolled his eyes, knowing he had set himself up for that one. The house-elf was nothing if not obedient to the letter of his orders most of the time.

"How about this then?" he suggested after a moment. "Please, don't call them anything you wouldn't call the portrait of Mrs. Black."

The house-elf's eyes widened, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, Master." He bowed again, lingering in that position before he suddenly remembered that his master didn't like it when he bowed either. "Will you be wanting to know more of the secret room now," he asked. "Because I musts warn you, Master, it has not been used in many years. Not since my poor mistress died," the little creature whispered the last part, fighting back a sob.

From her position to the side, Luna started to rise from her seat, but Harry waved her off. The young wizard silently flicked his wand, and with a few soft thoughts, he turned a spare quill into a handkerchief on the spot. He handed the embroidered cloth to Kreacher and patted him somewhat awkwardly on the shoulder. The house-elf blew his nose loudly. Thankfully, he didn't hand the handkerchief back.

"And who is to know of this?" Kreacher questioned, having finally recovered himself.

Harry's eyes flickered to the witch. "Only Luna and me for now. When we are in the room, make sure the others believe we are elsewhere."

"Yes, Master. I knows the perfect place. Just needs a bits of cleaning," Kreacher stated happily, bowing low once again.

The reborn Slytherin sighed but didn't try to correct him. "Thank you, Kreacher. I'd like for you to clean the room and the pathway to it as best you can without making it too obvious. Please, report back when you are done."

The little being beamed and bowed yet again before popping out of the room.


Grimmauld Place, Sirius' Secret Attic Room: August 31st, 1996

Harry ducked out of the way as a bright, red light went soaring through the space his head had just occupied. He smiled grimly and scuttled to the side, firing back his own purple-blue curse. He didn't have time to see if it connected, however, because he was already moving to the side to avoid another jinx. He opened up his mind, searching for her emotional center, something that would allow him to track her movements. The young man blindly aimed his wand in the direction his magical senses were telling him she was located and fired off a silently cast hex.

Harry smirked as he heard a muffled "oomph."

Rising to his feet, the sixth-year pivoted and approached from the side. He crept forward cautiously but froze as he heard the creak of a floorboard. The young wizard felt a tingle in the air and began to sidestep. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough, and the beam of silvery light nicked him, catching him in the side. Harry rolled onto the floor, his face contorting as he held back the chuckles the Tickling charm caused.

In the background, Harry heard Luna laugh as he fought his giggles. And after a second, when he had regained his concentration, he softly muttered the countercurse, effectively ending his torture.

'A Tickling charm to my side, right where I am most ticklish,' Harry thought wickedly. 'She should know by now that I really hate those,' he mentally added, recalling the past duels they had fought.

Harry and Luna had taken to dueling for hours at a time in the secret attic room Kreacher had shown them several weeks earlier. The pair had practiced some before coming to Grimmauld Place, but it was exceptionally difficult to duel oneself, so they hadn't really gotten far. The goal of their little skirmishes was to improve their reaction times and to generally improve their spellcasting abilities. Both things they would need in the future if they were to combat Voldemort and his merry band of henchmen.

Regardless, even using a secret location, the studious couple had encountered a few problems with the logistics behind their battles. First, they were rarely alone in the house, especially since their friends were still working on their various projects and often consulted with them. Even though their companions suspected the two of now being a couple, this excuse was not nearly enough to get them to back off. Second, neither were in a hurry to reveal that they knew how to remove Ministry tracers and that the Black mansion was warded against other means of magical detection. This would lead to many uncomfortable questions, and so they couldn't show their underage friends how to do so. Third, there simply wasn't enough time in the day to accomplish all of their goals, especially not if they wanted to ever sleep. But this last problem was easily solvable as they were aided and abetted by the powers of the Phoenix Gate, which allowed them to make the most of the time given.

With everything now worked out, the two had also gone over their respective repertoires of spells. While the two were relatively equal on the amount of time they had had access to their returned memories since the Gate had not revealed Luna's past to her until she was emotionally mature enough to handle it, the witch still had a clear advantage in this area. She had lived much longer, after all. And as such, she had been forced to teach Harry a great many things.

Additionally, though they were ardently practicing, it was currently impossible for them to cast some spells due to the fact that they were so out of practice. Even further, some of the magic required skills that Harry and Luna could remember but could no longer perform, such as nonverbal and wandless spells. The two were stalwartly working, nonetheless, and were slowly but surely returning to the skill level they had once possessed.

The two were still refining their silent abilities at the moment, something they had once been quite skilled at. The pair also dabbled in wandless spells. However, they were having a much harder time in that area. Over six years of dependence on a wand, five in Luna's case, had left them grasping to do wandless magic. In their last lives, wands had been merely training tools or amplifiers of magic when one wanted to significantly increase the strength of the spell.

Yet now, people were taught that wandless magic was extremely difficult and rare; things that weren't actually true. Dependence on a wand was purely psychological. People believed they needed wands, so even though they really didn't require it, they were unable to perform magic without one. The few incidents where wandless magic was performed were usually times of great stress, when people were too distracted to focus on their need for a wand.

Wandless magic was not the extent of their dabbling though. Harry had taken to reviewing runic spells, something Salazar had been quite good at. This branch of magic was an offshoot of both wandless and silent magic and encompassed the drawing of runic symbols on various mediums, such as air, paper, or a magic object. This, in turn, could be done with one's fingers, a wand if so desired, or anything else that happened to be handy.

Additionally, the couple was also taking a slight foray into thought magic, the ability to simply think something into happening magically. As opposed to silent magic, which had a person think the words to the spell without actually saying them, thought magic had no preformed charms or curses. A person simply thought what they wanted done, and it would occur.

While all magical beings had the ability to perform magic in such a way, it was incredibly difficult to do so. Most of this difficulty, like that of wandless magic, stemmed from the way magic was taught. People were taught spells, words and motions, which were supposed to produce a particular result. But such things were not required to actually perform magic. Magic simply was. It could be directly and easily accessed, but many had problems understanding this concept. Further, many needed the words, just like they needed a wand. They believed that spells were the only way magic worked, so they could only do magic with an actual spell.

Spells had been originally designed to allow magical beings an easy way of performing and understanding a desired result. The words and movements simply defined the parameters and allowed the caster to make a mental pathway to magic. Every time those particular words and wand flicks were performed, a being's magic would automatically know what to do, creating the desired effect. Nevertheless, thought magic bypassed all of this because there were no words and there were few, if any, movements. A person had to directly connect to their power, much like what occurred during the accidental magic of children.

However, both Harry and Luna were having a great deal of trouble in this area. Neither one of them really had any experience in it to draw upon. Salazar had died before he could really begin to study the field, and Siobhan had simply not had the time to practice after her husband's death. Out of all the Founders, Quinn was surprisingly the most proficient, followed by Helga. Perhaps after they remembered, the two would provide some insight into it.

All told, both were doing rather well with their studies, all things considered. And even now, the couple was using their newly reacquired skills to duel one another. Though, it was still up in the air who was actually getting the most benefit out of the situation. It could be Harry, who was learning a number of new spells. Or even Luna, who had never really had cause to practice before the DA this time around. Or perhaps it was the Phoenix Gate. Since all it had to do was simply watch and enjoy.

Harry was dragged from his thoughts and dodged to the right just as another curse came flying towards him. Still, he wasn't fast enough, and the burst of pure, yellow light caught him in the shoulder. The young wizard grimaced and turned his wand to Luna, who rather surprisingly was not in a defensive position. She was simply staring at him, lips twitching.

He looked at her quizzically but silently summoned her wand to him just the same. However, the witch barely even reacted. She simply kept grinning.

Becoming increasingly confused, Harry opened his mouth to ask her what was the matter, but an almost unintelligible smattering of words came of out instead. Again, he tried to speak. And again, strange words came out in place of normal speech.

What by Circe had Luna cursed him with?

Harry opened his mouth to ask this question but immediately thought the better of it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows as if to inquire, "What've you done to me?"

The blonde laughed. "It's my new spell, silly. It only allows a person to speak in Haiku. If they try to speak more than the appropriate amount of syllables, the spell will cut them off," she informed him cheerfully, watching as his mouth dropped open and having to fight the giggle that threatened to come out. She felt a warmth flood her chest, knowing that her half of the Gate was laughing as well.

The other teenager raised his eyebrows in exasperation, silently asking Luna to lift the curse. She simply nodded and moved towards him.

"So how do you like my new creation?" she asked with a neutral tone, knowing he wouldn't want to answer.

Harry mocked-glared at her and pretended to pout. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her disdainfully, but he offered her wand back nonetheless.

The witch chuckled. "I take it that you like it then," she stated, fighting to keep herself contained. "Well, I've created a related spell, too," she responded, motioning for him to stand in front of her.

Despite his situation, Harry's face took on an expression of interest in her spellcrafting, gesturing for her to continue.

Luna grinned somewhat, flicking her wand in the countercurse. "That one forces a person to speak in Haiku, but unlike the original spell, it naturally makes them speak the appropriate number of syllables. It is rather like that Limerickcurse Umbridge was hit with last year," she continued, referring to an incident involving the then Defense professor, a supposedly miscast spell, and a class full of seventh-year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

"Oh, right," Harry said, finally regaining his ability to talk in normal sentences. "I vaguely remember the Weasley twins being involved in that particular occurrence. It was rather amusing though, Umbridge singing limericks all day until it wore off." He smiled wistfully at the memory.

However, the teenager suddenly yawned. "Oh, excuse me," he apologized.

"Quite alright, but perhaps we should go to bed," the blonde suggested. "Both of us are tired, and we will have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." She began to walk toward the door.

Harry nodded and grinned, following behind her. "That we do," he stated, knowing that they were to return to Hogwarts the next day. "I'm so looking forward to it, and I suppose that we should go to sleep," he acquiesced, reaching a hand into his shirt. He tapped the Phoenix Gate gently, letting it know that they were ready for it to end its spell, which had allowed them extra time to duel.

The Gate glowed in response, the phoenix carving unfurling his wings and chirping. It seiftly lifted the enchantment before the bird tucked its head under one wing, appearing as though it was going to sleep.

Luna and Harry exchanged a swift glance and a quick kiss before heading out the door and down the stairs.


Haiku Bakari: Only Haiku. Verbal and non-verbal. Forces a person to speak only in Haiku. If they attempt to speak regularly, the spell will stop them at the appropriate number of syllables.

Haiku Hanasu: Speak Haiku. Verbal and non-verbal. A person will speak in Haiku instead of normal speech.

Limerick curse: Verbal and non-verbal. A person will speak in limericks instead of normal speech.

AN: As you may or may not have noticed, I am not going for the Luna is really strange angle. She'll still be quirky, but I am going to tone it down a bit. I have a suspicion that most of it is an act or, if not an act, an exaggeration. I'm going for more of the Luna we saw after Sirius died, when she was having the discussion about the Veil with Harry. Further, Siobhan was quirky as well but not nearly as much as Luna is now. Most of this is because she changed after Salazar died and became more eccentric in the Dumbledore sort of way.

Here's some more food for thought and a few things I just couldn't fit in with the storyline: Since souls travel in families there is a good possibility that James, Lily, or someone else who has died could be reborn as the children of their relatives. Fleur Delacour was originally interested in Bill but decided that she liked Charlie better. She is now his girlfriend, but this will probably only be vaguely mentioned.

Amia Hawthorne's husband died when her children were very young. She eventually remarried after her they were grown and after her mysterious illness. It is unknown if she had children by her second marriage. Vampires can be born, or they can be turned, for lack of a better word. Dominic was born a vampire, but his parents are now deceased and have already been reborn into the next life.

To everyone who reviewed: Thanks!

Special thanks to Hobbit-Tabby for the beta.

Chapter Eighteen: Guardians of the Gate


Ever Hopeful,

Azar

Updated and Edited:

06/08/08