"After that you know the rest." Jayce finished with a sigh.

"You asked me to be your new singer and I said yes." Lova added as she watched Jayce.

"It wasn't quite that simple but yes." Jayce quipped as he stared out the window of the car they were now in.

Leaning her head back against the headrest of the plush seat she was in, she tried to make her headache go away. It had been two years and she still couldn't remember what happened a few days before she met Leila and Jayce. She still couldn't even remember meeting them in the pub they told her about.

She could remember the majority of her childhood right up until she was about ten and then everything starting to get weird. She knew that she went to school but she couldn't remember where, or any of the details, as if she knew the summary of her own life but not the plot. She knew that she did well at school, getting good grades and all, and she even felt joy when she tried to think back to that time in her life so she knew that she was happy in school but she couldn't remember little things. Not any of the classes she took, none of the teacher's names, nothing. Summers were clearer than most things, remembering coming home to her parents and having fun but that was it. There were small things she could recall, like travelling a bit and doing all sorts of small things but there was still a lot that was missing.

The thing that bothered her the most was that she didn't remember the car crash. She knew that's what happened but that was it. The only thing she clearly remembered about that part were the faces of her parents lifeless on the ground and the heartbreaking pain she felt when she thought about it. Yet, at the same time, she had this feeling of pride when she thought of them as if they had done something noble when they died but that never made any sense to her.

Once Jayce and Leila had calmed her down after she told them of the crash, they had insisted on taking her to the doctor in order to make sure that she was okay. However, the doctor wasn't as helpful as she hoped. He had told her that she was a little bit malnourished and there was quite a bump on her head but other than that she was healthy. He assumed the bruises and the cuts were results of the car crash, as was the loss of her memory. The doctor had explained to them that sometimes, when someone experiences something tragic, the brain could block out things due to the trauma, causing temporary amnesia. The doctor has also explained that another cause of her amnesia could be due to the accident but it was hard to tell. The only thing she could do was wait and see if her memory ever came back.

Lova had always tried to remember anything from her past, even just a little tiny piece of something but it always resulted in headaches that made her feel like she was going to pass out. Even though she appreciated everything that Jayce and Leila had done for her, she felt like something was missing, as if a piece of her was gone but it was a piece that she couldn't remember. She leaned her head against the window and watched as the sun was just starting to come up over the skyline. She had loved being on tour in America; it let her forget about how empty she felt, even if it was only for a little while. Though, two years isn't really a little while she was still not ready to go back to London. Being there made the emptiness more prominent, and being in America made it go away, even if it was just temporary.

"Lov, you okay?" Jayce asked when he noticed that Lova had become quieter than normal.

"Yeah, I'm good, Jayce. Just a little nervous to go back home." Lova admitted as she began to fidget with her hands.

"It'll be okay, Lova." Jayce reached across and squeezed Lova's hand.

Lova looked up and smiled at him, appreciating how much Jayce and Leila have been there for her. Through all that Lova had been through, trying to piece her past together and trying to figure out what happened to her between the days of the crash of when the two found her in the pub.

"We're here." Jayce announced as the car pulled up to the airport. "Come on, Lova. It'll be okay. Look, there's Leila."

"Lova!" Leila squealed as she stepped out of her own car. "I'm so sorry I wasn't at the hotel this morning. I had to get a few more things before the shops opened. The perks of being a rock star!" Leila was obsessed with fashion and being in New York, Leila jumped at the chance to get a whole new wardrobe and with their fame, Leila got people to do lots of things they wouldn't do for normal people.

"It's fine. Jayce woke me up, rather rudely but it did the job. Ready to head home?" Lova asked as she linked arms with Leila.

"Let's go!" Leila pulled Lova through the airport doors as Jayce walked behind them with their luggage.

"Yeah, let's go home." Lova said quietly.

Harry was pacing around his office, something he did on a daily basis since the war ended. Even though it had been two years, not a day went by that Lova didn't cross Harry's mind. Glancing around his little office, he slumped down into his chair and put his head in his hands. Rubbing his temples to try and keep the migraine that was threatening to form at by, he looked around at the floor walls that housed his own personal hell. The light brown walls were bare, showing no personal connections like other offices that had photos hanging everywhere. His eyes roamed the dark mahogany desk that was cluttered with papers until his gaze fell on the one photo that was on his desk. Picking up the frame, Harry remembered this day clearly.

It was sixth year and Lova and Harry had gone on a trip to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. Of course, Ron and Hermione were bickering the whole time but the two didn't notice. They made sure to keep their distance from the fighting friends and snuck off to be alone.

"I can't believe they didn't even notice!" Lova giggled as Harry pulled her behind one of the buildings to hide from Ron and Hermione.

Harry had pushed Lova against the building and stuck his head around the side to make sure they had safely gotten away.

"Are they gone?" Lova whispered, trying to keep up Harry's covert attitude.

"Why are you whispering?" Harry asked as he turned his attention away from the streets and to his girlfriend.

"Well you were being all sneaky so I didn't want to ruin it by talking too loud." Lova said with a smile on her face. "Did we get away?"

Harry peaked back around once more to make sure before nodding. "Yeah, I don't see them anywhere. I can't believe they were already arguing!"

"What were they even arguing about?" Lova asked, not remembering how the two started their disagreement.

"I think it was about where to eat or something. I don't know. I was distracted by someone." Harry had a grin on his face and he leaned in close to Lova.

"Oh really?" Quirking an eyebrow at Harry, Lova continued, "do I need to go find this someone and tell her that you're all mine?"

Harry laughed a little. "No, I think I can tell her myself."

Harry's gloved hand made its way to her cheek as the other gripped her waist even tighter as he captured Lova's lips. Lova's hands gripped Harry's jacket, pulling his body closer to hers and he deepened the kiss. Breaking away, Harry rested his forehead on hers, both of them breathing heavily.

"Well, I can safely say that she got the message." Lova whispered, a huge grin on her lips.

"Good." Harry kissed her lightly again. "Now let's have some fun."

Lova was about to ask how they were going to do that when a handful of snow hit her in the face. Mouth gaping open, she stared at Harry as he doubled over laughing. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Lova bent down quickly and made a snowball to throw at Harry. Seeing her plan, Harry took off down the small alleyway they were in, trying to avoid his cold fate. Their snowball fight went on for a little while, both of them laughing and smiling the whole time, enjoying their day away from all the stress of school and Voldemort. Lova was bending down to make a snowball when Harry ran towards her and, in one swift movement, picked her up by the waist and spun her around in a circle.

"Harry!" Lova squealed. "Let me go!"

"Never." Harry answered, turning Lova around in his arms to face him.

Setting her down, Harry pulled Lova in for another deep kiss, pouring every emotion he had into it. Momentarily shocked, Lova froze before kissing Harry back with as much passion and love. Her arms were around his neck as his were still holding onto her waist.

After a few moments of this, Lova pulled away needing oxygen in her lungs. Harry laughed at the big intake of breath she took after removing her lips from his.

"I love you." Harry said pushing on Lova's nose with his own.

"I love you." Lova whispered knowing that she was smiling like an idiot. "Oh! Here!"

Reaching into her pocket, Lova pulled out a camera and held it out, snapping a picture of her and Harry. Holding the button down, she smiled and turned her head to kiss Harry on the cheek, knowing that it would capture this whole moment. Harry on the other hand, turned his head and kissed Lova deeply, but quickly, as snow started to fall around them. Smiling, she put the camera back into her pocket, and laid her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Now we'll have something to show Ron and Hermione when they ask us where we went." Lova said knowing that they were going to get an earful about ditching them later.

Harry sat the photo back down and leaned his head back against his chair. They had been dating since 5th year and it was his favorite photo of them. Lova had liked to take a lot of photos but this one was his favorite. He knew in that moment that he wanted to be with her after the whole war mess was over. He remembered promising her that he would come back to her after he found all the horcruxes and he did. When he returned to Hogwarts for the battle, he found her and he couldn't remember a moment where he was happier than that one. She had waited for him and he had come back to her. Yet, it was short lived. After he had defeated Voldemort, he searched the entire castle for her but came up with nothing. The bodies of her parents were found, both of them being in Order, but they had unfortunately died in the battle. Harry must've spent hours searching the castle for her and when he had to search the dead bodies, his heart ached hoping that she wasn't among them and she wasn't. Lova Scott was nowhere to be found and now here he was, two years later and she was still missing but not a day went by where Harry didn't try to find her, try to figure out where she went. Two years later and he was still just as in love with her as he was that day in the photo, even if he didn't know where she was.