A/N: Epilogue added to answer a few unanswered questions...to give it more closure.

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Free Falling

The last month of my fifth year was the happiest I had ever remembered being at school. Despite the threatening note James had received from Voldemort, we returned to our normal selves.

When I was ready, I owled my mother and father about my abduction. They were angry that they hadn't heard of it right away, but they understood that I needed healing time. It still isn't something I enjoy talking about, almost six months later. They knew that I had good friends to help me get through my experience and they knew how much I trusted Professor Dumbledore.

In turn, when they owled me back, I received a small note from Petunia. I assume that Mum and Dad made her write this note, as I couldn't go on being uninformed of her news. Petunia was very serious about seeing someone with the name Dursley. They had been talking about marriage for quite some time, and after Petunia's seventh year, they were to be wed. I really don't know if Petty truly wanted me to come, but I know I have to go anyway. It's not that I don't want to go, but, as nasty as my sister is to me...honestly, it makes me wonder...how could someone outside of the family love her in that way? I don't know.... Maybe it's because I think the name Dursley doesn't suit her. This Dursley sounds like a great prune....

I chose not to talk about my recovery, as those weren't the best times in my life. Spending several nights alone, crying like a small child on my bed in the hospital wing, wishing for anything that would make me forget the pain of almost being raped by the most infamous wizard of modern times. It doesn't do to dwell on memories of such when I can reminisce about the good times I had with Sirius, Remus, Peter, and James.

The four of them are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love then with every cell in my body. Even though I don't quite like Peter, I still love him. I don't know why I don't like him. There is a feeling that envelops me every time I think about him. It's being silly, really.... Perhaps I should ignore the burning in my brain that tells me to turn from him. Sirius, Remus, and James trust Peter with their lives, why shouldn't I?

The four of them were always there for me. They stick up for me always. And they know that I can't be touched by anyone else but them, otherwise, I freak out. They even started checking up on me. Even in the middle of the night. Of course, they always thought I was sleeping when they checked on me...but how could I sleep with the nightmares I had been having?

Nightmares still haunt me at least once or twice a fortnight. They are the same, over and over again, I see Lord Voldemort huddling over me, kissing me, pouring a glass of champagne mixed with Fertility Potion into my mouth. Many nights, I've been sneaking into the hospital wing for Dreamless Sleep Potion. Well, not exactly sneaking - James, Sirius, and Peter didn't know. I think Remus knows, though, but he won't say anything. Funny the way he works. I think that's why I love him, he's a mystery to me and I can still trust him with my every being.

The ride home on the Hogwarts Express was tranquil. We talked about the OWLs we had gotten. I received twelve OWLs, as did James. Sirius and Remus received eleven and Peter pulled through with nine. I am so proud of them! And, of course, they were proud of me. Sirius commented on how sure he was that James and I were going to get the position of Head Boy and Head Girl. "How precious," he had commented. "The Head Boy and Head Girl are two lovebirds."

At Kings Cross Station, I hugged Remus, and Peter and kissed them on the cheek. Then I kissed Sirius' lips lightly, pulled him into a deep hug, and thanked him for everything he had done for me. We both knew that our relationship had grown profusely since he had helped rescue me that night, only half a year ago.

Then I kissed James deeply. Since the beginning, I knew I loved James more than life itself. Some people don't understand that at age sixteen you can be truly in love, but James and I knew, as well as Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

James invited me to his house nearing the end of the holiday and I gladly accepted. It would be hard not seeing him for two months. Sirius, Remus, and Peter were going also, and I looked forward to seeing them outside of school.

As I got into the car with my mum, dad, and Petty, I watched my four best friends make their way to the barrier that led them to the Floo station where they would meet their parents. Driving back to where I called home only during summer hols, I thought about what upcoming adventures we would have next year at school. They were certain to be wild, and undoubtedly scary. Who knows? With Voldemort gaining power everywhere, we might even have a few more dangerous adventures. I shudder to think that, but, the five of us are capable of choosing our own destinies, and Dumbledore knows that. In a way, I think he is allowing us to take part in the war against the Dark Side. Strange to think that a group of sixteen-year-olds could be able to fight against the Dark Lord, but Dumbledore knows what he's doing.

All in all, it's been the most wonderful year ever. And I can't wait to see what happened in the years to come.

A/N: Free Falling has officially ended. I'm sad! I've had so much fun! But, I'm in the process of writing Even Angels Fall - the semi-sequel to Free Falling. Check it out!

Thanks to all the reviewers. I really appreciate al the support you have given me and all the friends I have made. Without you, I could have never finished this! Okay...that sounded a little cheesy. *grins*

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