AN: I haven't written in a while. But I read some reviews and some people said they'd like to see a multi-chap, thank you so very much for the compliment, and here it is... kinda. It's not really a story, more like a bunch of related one-shots.

"Looking at the quilt again?" Chyna groans as awakens from her sleep.

"A small click waking you, again?" I retort as I look up from my masterpiece.

"You really are fond of that thing," she says with a groggy chuckle.

I can barely make anything out, but I hear a soft 'thump,' and assume she's collapsed back onto her back. A soft snoring 30 seconds later confirms that she's asleep.

I spend many nights admiring my quilt. Tonight is no exception. In the dark, with only the soft light of the torch, I smile as my hand lightly glides across the fabric. I smile, and feel my cheeks ache for one reason, and one reason only. The star of her most treasured, most loved, memories.

Fletcher.

AN: I know it's small, but it's only a prologue. I'll be working on the first chapter (containing the first memory) shortly after this :)

-May the bacon, be ever in your favour, Mr Potter

LadyOfTheBacon