Trinity spent the next couple of days in Diagon Alley with Hermione and Ginny, shopping for new clothes. She had found the key to the Black vault in her cloak pocket. Good ol' mom.

She had to admit she was having fun, seeing as how the only other female she had ever hung out with was her mother. It might not have seemed like she was having fun, which Ginny and Hermione pointed out, but she was actually having the time of her life.

She was glad she decided to bring Ginny and Hermione along with her. They had an incredibly decent sense of fashion. Some of the stuff Trinity didn't like, like all the bright colors they picked out, she simple looked for an alternative.

By the end of Trinity's three day shopping spree, she had twenty-three bags of clothes from various stores and a trunk for everything to go in. Mrs. Weasley was happy they bought the trunk because, apparently, they were going to Hogwarts this year. A list of all her other things to get would come later.

Trinity was a bit more than anxious for the school to start. She had always been home-schooled. The new environment, far enough away from home, would give her the strength to come back.

Trinity went out to the garden, where she normally went for some privacy, and sat down among the flowers, looking out for gnomes.

It was peaceful outside in Mrs. Weasley's garden. Away from all the chaos and destruction of the War. The war everyone, especially Harry, was losing weight over.

And, somehow, she was somewhere in the middle of all this.

She had figured that out when the men came looking for her.

'Where is the girl?'

Angry and desperate, the voice rushed through her memory.

Someone really wanted her dead and in a hurry.

But why?

"Hey."

Trinity opened her eyes to see Ronald Weasley coming towards her once again. He did that often. For the first two days, it was rather annoying, him always talking while she was just trying to get solitude. But now . . . she didn't seem to mind so much. She simply kept her eyes closed and responded to his many questions. But she also listened. She rather liked his many interesting stories.

He sat down next to her and began to tell her about his fifth year. He had already told her about his previous four years, where were wild enough. It seemed like adventures were always thrown at him and his friends. He was used to this kind of stuff. This was only her first time.

"Fred and George never changed, did they," she said, when he told her about the swamp they made in the hall.

Ron chuckled quietly. "Never."

It was when Ron begin to describe their escapades at the Ministry of Magic that Trinity kept completely silent, know that this was what she had been waiting for.

"Is that where he died?" she asked when Ron had concluded with waking up in the hospital with scars on his arms.

Ron was silent for a minute before he said, "Yeah."

Trinity opened her eyes then and looked at him. "How?"

"I'm not exactly sure. Harry was one of the only ones who saw what happened and he won't really talk about it. Remus mentioned something about a veil but that was about it."

"Oh."

They were silent, Ron tapping his fingers on his shins and Trinity counting the flowers, both acting extremely awkward.

"Do you want me to take you there?" Ron asked, suddenly.

"Take me were?"

"To where Sirius . . . died."

"Can you?"

"Yeah, take my hand."

Trinity hesitated and then Took Ron's hand. She felt the unnatural sensation of Disapparating as they disappeared from the garden.

When Trinity opened her eyes again, she was standing in a dark room, filled with large jars with brains in them.

Ron put a finger to his lips and then began to lead her though the room to the door next to it. Quickly and quietly, he pushed opened the door and pulled her through.

Trinity could hear voices as she entered the room and was sure that they'd be in trouble for sneaking in there but there was no one there. Just a whole but of stone seats and a big veil at the bottom.

The voice drifted up to Trinity, pulling her towards them. She walked slowly and carefully down the steps to the veil, where she sat down, just inches from it.

The voices were louder, more persistent, pleading for help. But, through the cries, she heard two distinct voices. Neither was crying or sounding as if they needed help. Instead, they were laughing.

Trinity's vision blurred and for a minute, she saw nothing but a black abyss. But then, two figures appeared, indistinct. All Trinity could tell was that they were holding each other and they were . . . happy. Despite all the pain around them, they were the only ones enjoying each other's company.

The two figures turned towards Trinity at once and waved, coming closer as they did.

She saw their faces just before Ron shook her from her trance.

"Trinity?" he said, shaking her gently. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

She looked up at him to see a look of shock and somewhat relief in his eyes. "You're crying."

Trinity lifted her hand to her face and brushed her fingertips across her cheek. So she was. Part of the hardcore shell she had put on her heart had broken off and let her cry.

But for that moment, she didn't care.

Her mom and dad were happy, wherever they were.

And that was all that mattered.