Trinity awoke in her old bedroom, the one she had used before her house was blown up. She felt warm and comfy in the covers and for a while, she laid there, thinking about the fact that she was dead. It wasn't so bad, if she got to come back here to her childhood home. And thinking back, she realized that it didn't hurt when that curse had hit her. It hadn't been a quick death, like people had said it was, but it didn't hurt at all.

Hearing familiar voices, she got up and ran the stairs, clutching onto the banister to keep from falling. Slowing down slightly, she tiptoed towards the kitchen, wondering if she would wake up suddenly, alone in a dark place.

Sitting at the kitchen was Taylor and Sirius Black, their fingers intertwined as the stared lovingly at each other across the table. Her mom looked the same as she had the last time she saw her but Sirius looked younger and healthier. He reached up and ran his fingers down the side of Taylor's face, a smile on both their faces.

Trinity fully stepped into the kitchen and both adults stood, hurrying forward to embrace their daughter. Trinity smiled as they hugged her. Wasn't this what she always wanted? A full family? A happy home? Then why did it feel like something was missing?

Her parents let go of her, both stepping back to look at her. Neither of them looked ecstatic to see her. Probably because it meant that she was dead.

"My baby," Taylor whispered as she cupped Trinity's face in her hands. "My beautiful little girl. You've grown up so much in this short amount of time."

"You did a brave thing, Trinity," Sirius said, running his fingers through Trinity's hair. "We've been keeping an eye on you obviously. You knew what would happen to you but, you went through with it anyhow. We're so proud of you."

"You don't look so happy though," Trinity said.

"We're happy to see you, sweetheart," Taylor said, "but we're not happy that you had to die to be able to see us again."

"We've talked to the Council, the Head Ghosts," Sirius said. "Or rather, they talked to us. . . . Come here, Trinity."

Sirius and Taylor led Trinity into the living room which was empty except for a mirror. The family walked over to stand in front of it, Sirius taking Trinity's hand as they did. He gently pressed her fingers against the glass and it rippled underneath her fingertips.

When the ripples cleared, Trinity could see the hallways of the castle. Order members were forcing Death Eaters to their feet, Apparating them out of the castle. McGonagall stood some feet away, but Trinity could distinctly see tears falling down her face as she looked upon Trinity's friends. Hermione sobbed against Harry's shoulder while his own tears dripped into her hair. Remus Lupin had his eyes covered with one hand while the other was on Ron's shoulder. Ron was still holding her body, staring off into the distance. Trinity touched the glass again and Ron's face filled the screen. Tears no longer fell from his eyes but Trinity recognized the look that was there. The empty, emotionless pits.

"No, Ron," she whispered to the screen. "Move on. Forget about me."

"It's not that easy," Taylor said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Though you may not cry as much anymore, you still never forgot us. You vowed not to feel emotion anymore."

But . . . Ron had brought back her smiles and her laughs with his own. "Don't lose your smiles, Ron. Not over me."

"There's a way you can help him," Sirius said.

Trinity turned to face them. "But how can I help him. I'm the one who made him like this."

The two adults glanced at each other.

"The Council believes what you did was very honorable, Trinity," Taylor said. "You died for a cause. Yes, so have many others, but none so very young. And none of the others knew that they were gonna die. You did but you still sacrificed yourself for the greater good. And so, they want to reward you."

"Reward me?"

"They want to send you back," Sirius said. "That is, if you want to."

Trinity turned back to the mirror, to Ron. Here she was, in Limbo or whatever, with her mother and father, people who cared about her, her family, something she had been so longing for.

Taylor gently placed grabbed Trinity's shoulder, whispering into her ear from behind, "You'll always have people who care about you, Trinity. I mean, look at those people. Look at this boy. They miss you more than you'll ever realize. You have a living family in these people, Trinity. Remus, Hermione, Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley . . . Ron. You should be with them."

Trinity smiled at her mom, who smiled back. She looked and smiled at Sirius, who grinned and reached over to ruffle her hair. She hugged them both. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, Trin," Sirius said, kissing the top of her head.

Ron's POV

Remus reached to take Trinity away from Ron, but Ron held on tight. He felt dead inside and he realized that this was how Trinity must have felt when she lost her mother. He realized that this unbearable pain was what Trinity had been trying to avoid and yet she wasn't the one having to go through it.

He was mad at her at first. Mad at her for lying and leaving the room. But the anger didn't last long because he had known she wouldn't listen to him. She had saved tons of lives through her death. Witches, Wizards, and Muggles everywhere probably didn't know it yet, but they owed so much to this courageous girl.

But that didn't stop Ron from hurting. He was still slightly angry with her for leaving. He supposed he had hoped that if she had snuck out of the room, that some miracle would alter the damn prophecy and keep her alive while at the same time destroying Voldemort.

But miracles don't often happen, Ron thought to himself.

"Ron?" came Hermione's voice in his ear. "We – we have to take her to – to St. Mungo's."

Ron looked down at Trinity's lifeless form and wondered how long he had kept her to himself. He nodded slightly, thinking about how the first thing he'd ask McGonagall would be for a statue to be put somewhere in the castle in Trinity's honor. He didn't think she'd disagree.

Remus reached down to pick up Trinity and Ron started to lift her up but he stopped. . . .

"What was that?" he said.

"What?" Remus asked his voice weary and downtrodden.

"Her eyes fluttered. And I think I felt her breathe."

He glanced up just in time to see Remus, Harry, and Hermione exchange worried glances. "Ron, you're tired and upset –" Harry started.

"No, I swear!" Ron laid Trinity gently down on the floor and pressed his ear against her chest. "I can hear her heart!"

"Ron –" Hermione tried.

"Why don't you guys believe me?" Ron picked up his wand and conjured up a small piece of parchment, holding it over Trinity's mouth. "Watch!"

Everyone leaned forward slightly, still exchanging worried glances. But those glances changed into amazement when the parchment fluttered.

"She's still alive?" Remus gasped. "But – but how?"

Ron lifted Trinity up again, gently patting her cheeks. "Trinity? Trinity, can you hear me? Come on, Trin, please wake up."

She didn't move, though her eyes fluttered again. Ron leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Please wake up, Trin. Wake up for me, please."

He looked down when he felt her hand touch his for a moment. When he looked back at her face, she was squinting at him as if the effort to open her eyes was to much, but there was a small smile on her face. "My mom and dad say hi," she said in a hoarse whisper before she passed out again.

By then McGonagall had rushed forward, conjuring up a stretcher. Remus took Trinity gently into his arms and put her on the stretcher.

"We'll take her to St. Mungo's," McGonagall said. "They should be able to help her, but I have no clue how they are going to be able explain this once."

She and Remus Apparated with Trinity while Harry and Hermione lifted a stunned Ron to his feet.

"Did you do that?" Harry asked him, sounding just as surprised.

Ron shook his head, a broad smile on his face. "Nope. Trinity did it herself. Let's go."

Grabbing onto his friend's arms, they Apparated.