Chapter 4
Months had passed. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Amara were as tight as any. Ron made her laugh. Harry was as close as a brother. And Hermione was mischievous and caring friend.
Ron made her laugh. Hermione made her happy. But it was Harry, the one person she felt closest to, who made her laugh.
She hadn't noticed. All those years, gone by, without cracking a smile. The everyday ache she felt about her mother was not gone, but it was fading. With that one smile, her frozen heart melted and began to blossom.
Her smile was the most beautiful thing. A ray of sunlight in the dark world.
And for the first time, Amara felt truly happy.
