Searching for clarity, I went to the lake. I found Harry there, sitting by the edge by himself. I walked towards him, though I didn't exactly know what to say, since I was planning on being here alone to think.

"He's dead," Harry spoke, aware of my presence. "Sirius is dead"

No. The news sank in like a boulder dropped in still water. A lurch of pain followed by a swelling sorrow. This was what Dumbledore failed to tell me. Someone from the Order had died. Someone important. Sirius.

I reached out to touch Harry, but I didn't exactly feel prepared. What words could I possibly say to ease his pain? I watched as he ran his fingers through his tangled mess of hair. I rested my left hand on his shoulder.

"It's my fault," Harry said, his gaze unmoving.

"No, it's mine. I made a mistake and I can never take it back- I can't bring him back." I felt tears coming, but I kept my voice as strong as I could. Harry covered my hand with his, letting me know he forgave me.

"If we're gonna make this work, you've gotta let me inside even though it hurts. Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see. Like it or not, it's the way it's gotta be. You've gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

I sat down on the grass, never letting go of his hand.

"I'm so sorry"

He took me into his arms and cried.

/

I learned that Dumbledore saved Umbridge from a bunch of centaurs and that McGonnogal was recovering in the hospital from some sort of attack. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had filled me in on what happened after I left. Of course, Harry's version had a few extra experiences: namely, finding my journal and having a vision of me at the ministry. (He seemed to explain it vaguely, which bothered me a bit).

Hermione "fixed my hair" as she put it. I didn't really care about it, but she made a fuss about it so I let her go at it. She had cut it even and added layers, making it look much less like a fool's work than I had.

Everyone who had been injured in the battle at the Department of Mysteries recovered before the end of the term. Dumbledore was headmaster again and all was right with the school.

However, nothing would be the same again.

I had a feeling the war had only just begun, and that there was more to come.

More to die.

"I'll send Ebony every day," I grinned, glad to be with my friends again.

"You'll make Ron write, too, won't you?" Hermione leaned forward to look past Harry. Ron snickered.

"Of course," I laughed, thinking of ways I could torture Ron to get him to write Hermione. I didn't need to ask Harry if he'd write- I knew he would. "You should visit us, Harry, in the summer. I'd come see you again, but that didn't exactly work out last time"

"Yeah, Aunt Petunia would probably be measuring you for a wedding dress if you came by again," Harry snickered. The thought horrified me, which only made it more amusing to them.

"There they are!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, standing beside her husband.

"Mr. Weasley!" I grinned, running to hug him. I was so happy to see him in good health.Ginny and Ron followed suit, but not nearly as enthusiastically as I had. We turned to walk away when I took one last look back at my friends. Hermione was happily chatting and hugging her parents, explaining everything exciting that had happened at school this past year.

Harry was with Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley (whose eye had healed, I might add). I caught Harry's gaze and reminded myself it wasn't really goodbye, and found myself smiling, even as we entered the muggle taxi.

"What's got you so happy?" Ron asked as we squeezed in the backseat.

"I'm just happy to be at home again"

/

Thanks for reading the sequel to Brick By Boring Brick! This lets me know that you guys like my writing and I should keep going. I hope you enjoyed Come Back To Me, and will read the next part of Jenny's story: Far Away.