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Going to Slughorn's Party from HBP

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Still Fighting by Aeryn

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Summer at the Burrow by Rainmaker135

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Flights of Fancy, by Goldy. It is funny that such a mundane thing—visiting the graves of their dead parents—can bring them so close together.

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Luna: "Would you like me to fix it for you? Personally, I think you look a bit more 'devil-may-care' this way, but it's up to you." Harry: "Erm, have you ever fixed a nose before?" Luna: "No, but I've done several toes - and how different are they, really?" -- Half-Blood Prince (film)

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by Ivy Riddle

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: H/L
Rating: PG
A/N: Inspired by a comment by LadyKnyght on Fiction Alley Park’s Loonies and Lions thread.

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She remembered the day the photos stopped moving. The day her heart stopped beating. The day her hopes stopped soaring. The day her mother stopped breathing.

Oh, she never stopped living, her mother would always be alive, in other ways.

It was funny. When her mother was breathing, the photos moved and her heart beat and her hopes soared and all was right with the world and nothing could ever go wrong.

Except it did. And the world shattered.

And she was a little girl, lost to the world.

And, little by little, the photos would move, just a bit. And her heart would beat, just a bit, and slowly, her hopes began to lift just a bit. She herself started breathing again. And she viewed the world with new eyes.

And then she met him. He didn’t have moving photos growing up. His heart beat in stony silence and his hopes never soared too high for fear of the dark clouds fogging his way. And both his mother and father didn’t breathe.

And he was an angry young man, tormented by the world.

But he kept going.

And, she realized, that he gave her hope and maybe, just maybe, she could do the same for him and she taught him how to see the world with new eyes.

And, little by little, they learned together.

She remembered the day their first photo moved. The day their hearts beat as one in joyful song. The day their hopes soared hand in hand towards the bright horizon. The day their child first breathed.

And, most of all, she remembered one day and always would.

The day they became alive, in every way.

And she knew, just knew, that no matter what happened, the photos would always move, hearts would always beat, hopes would always soar, the world would always breathe.

They would always be alive.

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