She walked through the doors of St. Mungo's, passing the welcome witch and heading straight to the staircase. She ascended the stairs, coming out on a landing. She smiled at a Healer who passed her by, and then pushed open a door. Tucking a lock of slightly bushy red hair behind her ear, she walked past the older man who always insisted on giving her an autograph, past the beds of the people she knew to be the Longbottoms, and to the bed at the end of the ward. The woman lying in it was staring up at the ceiling.

"Hi."

The woman sat up, looking at her.

"Hello. Who are you?"

Annica sighed softly, forcing a smile.

"Annica."

"Annica... my daughter's name is Annica, you know. But we always call her Annie. Just turned four, bless her. She's such a sweetheart."

Annica continued to smile.

"I bet she is. How are you feeling today?"

"Feeling? I'm feeling fine. I just wish that they would let me go home. I'm sure my children are wondering where I am. Could you ask the Healers when I'm allowed to leave?"

"Of course. But, um, listen, I have to go. Okay?"

"Alright. It was nice to meet you, Annica."

Annica stood up. It had been a brief visit, but then again, these always were. Annica knew her mother's diagnosis. The inexpertly performed memory charm had started to wear off, and in order to make what had happened make sense, Lavender had created a false set of memories to fill the holes. It was a delusion of some sort. After being captured and taken to St. Mungo's, her mind had apparently unraveled completely. Lavender now believed that she was in St. Mungo's only temporarily, that Annica was still four and Andrew was still a toddler. The Healers couldn't explain it. Her brain was fine. Her memory center was fine. It looked like the delusion was something that regenerated itself every day. Something Lavender had created to protect herself.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she left St. Mungo's. She was seventeen, just graduated Hogwarts. She was the only one who ever went to see Lavender. Andrew refused, just like Andrew had always refused. Rose could barely remember anything that could happened, having been so little at the time. And Hugo hadn't even been born yet. Annica knew that Lavender would probably never recognize her, never remember everything that she had done. But Annica was okay with that. It was easier to go and see her when she had no idea who she was. She apparated back to her house, walking inside.

Her Dad smiled at her, slightly knowingly. Rose was chattering about how excited she was that she got to go to Hogwarts next year. Andrew refused to look at her. He always did after she came back from seeing Lavender. She watched as her father walked over to her, pulling her into a hug.

"I'm sure she'll remember someday."

His voice was soft, and Annica pulled back, smiling a little and shaking her head.

"Maybe. But it's okay if she doesn't. She's not really family anyway."

/Author's Note/ So... hi. First off, I'd really like to apologize for not finishing this story sooner. I would also like to apologize for the total crap of these last two chapters. Real life got in the way, and I lost my inspiration, and just... never got around to finishing it. I'm sure the last thing any of you who have my story on alert expected was for this two be updated. I mean, the last update was two years ago! But I know how frustrating it is to not have an ending, so I threw something together to explain what had happened. If any of my former readers end up reading this, then once again, I'm sorry. I hope this is alright, even though I kind of hate both chapters. Hopefully it'll provide a bit of a resolution for you.

- Kyla.