AN: OMIGOD, this is the last chapter! That's so sad! This is sort of after the fact. A couple months after, really. Just thought it would be a good way to end. Please review and tell me what you thought of my story! It would mean an awful lot to me! Reviews are like hugs and they totally make my day!
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"What were they like?" May asked, not looking at Harry or Luanne. "My parents, I mean."
"Sirius was great," Harry said. "I didn't get to know him very long, but he was the best. I wanted to live with him, but of course that was out of the question."
"I spent most of my life thinking my father was a mass murderer and my mother was insane," May said, and although Luanne and Harry both knew this, it was still strange hearing her say it. "My parents tried to shield it from me, but everyone knew who Sirius Black was. Or at least, they thought they did."
"Your mother was my best friend," Luanne told May. Luanne was a grown woman now, and she was married. They were sitting in the Weasley's living room.
"Do I look like her?" May asked eagerly.
"A lot, actually," Luanne informed her. "You have her curly, frizzy black hair and her bright, shiny eyes. And you're short like she was."
Luanne smiled and May made a strange noise resembling a laugh. Their little get-together was strange. Harry, Sirius's godchild who had never even known Alexa, May, or Luanne existed; May, Sirius and Alexa's daughter, separated from them at birth and raised with false assumptions about her parents, who she never met; and Luanne, who was close to Alexa and Sirius and knew them better than anyone but Remus Lupin.
They had met a few times in the last few months, and the discomfort of it all was only barely dying down, but it felt right to be there. To tell May about her parents, to make sure she knew they were good people, amazing even, was so important. And to remember his parents best friends and his own godparents was something Harry cared about deeply. And Luanne was such a sweet, soft-spoken person, she wanted nothing more than to help them.
And she did. They all helped each other really. Some wounds are not meant to be fully healed, but friends are like Band-Aids, and when you have them, the wounds seem to hurt a little less.
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AN: Is it stupid that I cried because this story was over? I don't want it to be over! But I don't believe in writing sequels just for the heck of it. I would only write one if I really and truly had more to add to the story, which I do not. However, if anyone has any suggestions for possibly a one-shot type continuation of this story that they would like to hear, feel free to let me know, and I'll let you know if I write one. Reviews are loved and so are all my fans. Have a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!