Summary: When let off from Azkaban on a second chance, Barty Crouch Jr becomes Xenophilius Lovegood's worst nightmare, back to haunt him and his daughter. In order to fulfil forgotten vows, an ex-murderer and a war heroine are brought together in unconventional circumstances, leading to an unexpected romance.

oOo

It was a week since Luna had been discharged St. Mungo's Hospital, and she was briskly walking down a long, dark corridor of the Ministry, chewing on her bottom lip.

Neville was doing his best to keep up with her, looking slightly uncomfortable in the tight collar of his smart robes. It had been difficult to decide who Luna was going to take to the Ministry with her as her entourage. She had been to visit Rolf, and while he was faring a lot better, he still wouldn't be up to the journey (which Luna was frankly quite glad about). Ginny had offered, but Luna could tell by the faraway look in her honey-brown eyes that she probably wouldn't be the best company, due to still feeling fairly adverse towards Barty.

Luna had almost vomited when Aurora Greengrass had sweetly offered to escort her. She did like the girl, but since her declaration that Barty may or may not be her father, Luna hadn't been able to look at her the same way. She knew that Aurora only meant well, but Luna had the impression that she would want to attend the court more out of curiosity than guidance—after all, she was yet to meet her potential father for the first time.

Neville had appeared like a white knight, and Luna was only too happy to allow him to accompany her. She felt quite bad now, struggling with the too-tight robes, his face reddening.

They both soon paled considerably however, when they reached the lower levels of the Ministry. The air had taken a sudden, Arctic chill, sending icy shivers right down to their bones. Luna knew the feeling of wintry hopelessness all to well—it was the cruel sensations that only Dementors brought with them.

Her heart pined for Barty. She couldn't bear to imagine how much he must be suffering right now, no doubt heavily surrounded by Dementors that longed to press their clammy, hollow mouths to his, and suck out every last shard of his broken soul.

"Luna," Neville whispered beside her. "You need to keep your strength. Try and think of something happy." He was trying to appear confident, but Luna detected a green tinge to his pasty skin. She did as he suggested, however, and closed her eyes, trying to allow a warm memory to wash over her.

She imagined her mother and father when she was much younger. It was a memory from a photograph that resided at her old home—they had visited Brighton together, and accidentally stumbled into the nude beach. Luna had been digging a large hole to sit in, when her embarrassed father suddenly scooped her out of the sand, and the family hurried away from the flocks of naked men and women.

Luna felt laughter being suppressed in her throat, and she smiled. Her insides felt pleasantly warm again, and she forced herself to focus on that feeling, and continued to stride confidently down the corridor, clutching Neville's arm to support him.

They arrived outside a large, iron-wrought door, with an elderly wizard in vibrant purple robes stood guard. He tried to offer them a polite smile, but Luna noticed the condescending apprehension in his pale, glassy eyes. He knew who Luna was, and it was apparent that he wasn't a fan of her relationship with Barty.

"Names," he murmured.

"Luna Lovegood," she announced. "This is my escort, Neville Longbottom." She pulled the letter that John Dawlish had given her out of her handbag, and handed it to the snooty old man. His eyes scanned it slowly, and he tucked it into his pocket, and then stepped back.

The heavy door swung open with a deafening creak, and the doorman nodded for them to enter. Luna's lip wobbled as she struggled to retain her confidence, and she headed into the court.

The room was wide and circular, with the seats for the court rising around the middle. Luna noticed that a full court was present; every witch and wizard who resided on the higher seats was wearing the same plum coloured robes, boasting a shiny gold 'W' on the breast. Luna felt nervous under their stares—some of them gave her sympathetic smiles, while others simply cast their worried eyes on her. Others, however, furrowed their brows in contempt, and shook their heads, apparently disgusted by the choices that she had made.

There was a single seat in the centre of the room, with shackles on the arms and legs. Luna's heart gave a tiny flurry of sadness as she realised that this particular seat would be the one that Barty would be forced to sit upon.

On the bench closest to the front, the tanned Doctor Babar sat facing stoically forward, with his thick brows knitted together. He was apparently deep in thought, and Luna nodded to Neville, silently suggesting that they sit at the front beside him. However, before Luna could make her way to the Doctor, an arm was thrown in her way.

"Afraid not, Luna," it was a male voice, and when she looked up to see who the arm was attached to, she realised it was John Dawlish. "I think it's better if you steer clear of the very front of the court. You wouldn't want to be a distraction to Barty." Dawlish took her other arm and began to steer her to a bench that was slightly further back. A balding man smiled brightly. "This is Stamford Jorkins, Luna," Dawlish introduced as they sat down. "He was Barty's boss."

Luna gave the man a strained smile, and proceeded to glance around the courtroom, taking note of the other people who had attended. There wasn't a great deal of witnesses or guests.

Beside Doctor Babar sat a thin, red-lipped witch, dressed in a sharp grey Muggle suit. She was holding a clipboard and had a pen tucked behind her ear, and she occasionally muttered to Doctor Babar. Luna wondered idly about how much she looked like Muggle, before she took in Doctor Babar's appearance. He was also wearing a crisp Muggle suit, with a navy tie. He had a notebook in his hand, and also clutched a pen.

It hit Luna all of a sudden just how modern Doctor Babar and his assistant seemed to be. They had seemed to throw away some awkward wizarding methods to make way for easier Muggle technology.

If the whole Wizarding World acted just a little more like Doctor Babar, perhaps Barty wouldn't be in this situation.

Sat in front of Luna was a plumpish woman in emerald green robes, and clasping a brown snakeskin purse on her lap. When she turned her head to smile confidently, Luna recognised her as the woman who owned the small apothecary in Diagon Alley.

Much to her distaste, Luna finally spotted a horribly familiar face at the very back of row of the Wizengamot. Rita Skeeter was staring down at Luna hungrily, baring her shark-like teeth in obvious excitement. Her lime-green Quick-Quotes Quill was already scribbling rapidly on a floating sheaf of parchment, and Luna's stomach sank at the thought of what she might read in the Daily Prophet tomorrow.

Silence fell upon the court as Kingsley Shacklebolt entered through the door at the back of the court. He nodded to the guests, his eyes lingering for a little while longer on Luna, and then he stood behind the main podium in the Wizengamot. He contrasted dramatically with the plum-clad wizards around him, as he was wearing a floor-length set of vivid orange robes and a matching cap.

He reached for a small, ceremonial hammer that resided on the podium, and rapped it sharply against a sound block, ordering everyone to turn their attention to the court.

"The Wizengamot have gathered today to present the trial for Mr Bartemius Crouch Junior, in order to obtain an adequate punishment for his most recent crimes. Bring out the prisoner." Kingsley pointed his wand to the door that he had entered from, and it swung open silently.

At this point, a few members of the Wizengamot murmured an incantation and flourished their own wands, causing a stream of Patronuses to jump forward and begin to stroll around the court, protecting the court members and the witnesses from what was to come. Luna held her breath, trying to focus on the internal warmth of the nearest Patronus to her, a large, floating Koi Karp, and looked towards the open door.

Two large, scabby-handed Dementors floated through the entrance in an eerily silent manner, clutching the upper arms of a pale, sickly looking man. Luna's heart sank at the sight of him—whoever had been looking after him at St. Mungo's had clearly tried to help him make an impression before he was handed over to the Dementors. He was dressed in a faded pinstripe suit that was much too big for him as the sleeves had been rolled up, a pale blue shirt with the collar hanging open, and a maroon tie was knotted untidily around his neck. His face was ghostly white, and there were large purple bags under his eyes. The way his feet dragged as the Dementors pulled him along showed how little energy he seemed to have left.

They dumped him into the central seat, and the shackles snapped instantly around his wrists and ankles, though Luna knew they needn't have bothered. Barty was so lifeless that he wouldn't have made even the slightest attempt at an escape.

The two Dementors stood either side of Barty, and his head drooped onto his chest. "Present yourself," called Kingsley.

"Bartemius Crouch," Barty wheezed, his voice dry and gravelly. "Junior."

"Can't you get him some water?" Luna cried out suddenly. At the sound of her voice, several heads spun to stare at her—including Barty's. She stared at him, watching as his eyes filled with relief.

Neville nudged her suddenly, and Luna automatically looked over to Kingsley. He was offering her an apologetic look, and Luna knew that there was nothing that he could do at the moment in time. She held her tongue and leaned back in her seat; if she continued to shout and cause trouble, she would only risk getting herself removed from the court, and then she would have no chance of defending Barty.

"We will begin," Kingsley stated, and rapped his hammer briefly on the block. "On the third of January of this year, at approximately twelve-fifteen, you attempted the use of an Unforgivable Curse on Mr Rolf Scamander. Do you deny this accusation?"

"I do not," Barty replied hoarsely, his eyes focused on Luna.

"Did you perform the Unforgivable Curse with a full intent to kill Rolf Scamander?"

"I did."

"May you present your reasons?" Kingsley looked mildly surprised that Barty wasn't denying his charges.

"He kissed her," Barty mumbled. "Rolf was kissing Luna."

Luna shifted her attention to her hands, her face glowing, but she could still feel Barty's gaze burning into her.

"Judging by your inadequate reasons to realistically perform an Unforgivable Curse upon an innocent wizard, do you believe that your reasons were brought on by insanity?"

"I do," Barty whispered. When Luna looked at him again, his gaze had fallen to the floor.

There was a flurry of voices around the Wizengamot, and many of the court members shook their heads in disbelief. Kingsley rapped his hammer against the block loudly, effectively hushing the court. Once they were silent, he returned his attention to Barty.

"Did you intend to harm Miss Lovegood with the Unforgivable Curse?"

Luna jumped to her feet automatically. "No!" she yelled, earning several irritable glares from the court. "It was my fault that the curse exploded, but he didn't aim it at me!"

"Miss Lovegood," dismissed Kingsley, though his voice was kind. Neville dragged Luna back into her seat by the back of her robes.

"I would never hurt Luna," Barty replied quietly, his deep brown eyes boring into her.

"Understood," Kingsley muttered, before raising his voice. "We will take ten minutes to assess the charges. When we return, the witnesses will be called in front of the court. Take the prisoners away."

The shackles around Barty's ankles and wrists snapped open, and the Dementors loomed over him.

Every second of the next ten minutes seemed to drag like an hour. Luna watched as Kingsley faced the court, straining to listen to what they were saying. It was pointless—of course; a charm had been placed around the court so that no one else could hear what they were saying.

After what seemed like an age, Kingsley rapped his gavel against the sound block once more, and the court silenced.

"Francessa Morgan," he called, his voice booming around the court. "Madam Francessa Morgan."

The plump woman in green robes scurried to the front of the court, and perched nervously on the edge of the seat that Barty had been sat on. Luna could tell that Madam Francessa was generally a jolly woman, but the intimidating atmosphere had sucked that cheeriness out of her. Her face was the colour of worn parchment, and her stubby hands were shivering.

Kingsley took a seat within the court, and an elderly woman with snow-white hair and purple paint on her lips stood at the podium. When she spoke, her voice was smooth and slightly sarcastic.

"Madam Francessa, of the apothecary in Diagon Alley. Is this correct?"

"Yes," she replied with a nervous smile. Her eyes were focused on Kingsley, and he gave her a warm smile.

"Could you tell us how Barty presented himself when he entered your shop on the third of January?" the court witch continued. "Were there any visible emotions? What did you speak about?"

Francessa took a deep breath. "He seemed a little nervous - but I understood why after reading his prescription. It's quite tricky to brew, a Calming Draught—and of course, he had just left the hospital, so he was bound to be a little shaky. When I noticed that it was him, I did expect him to be a bit more hostile, but he wasn't. He was—well, he was quite nice actually. I was confused about Doctor Babar, and why he used that Muggle title, and Barty told me why. We probably would have chatted for a little bit longer, but I got the impression that he wanted to be off."

"Thank you, Madam Francessa, you may return to your seat." Francessa hurried back to the court, and Luna shot her a grateful smile. "Stamford Jorkins, please enter the circle."

The balding Ministry wizard who Dawlish had introduced Luna to was the next to sit in the seat. He seemed to be more confident than Francessa had, though his eyes were scuttling nervously around at his peers.

Luna found herself zoning out a little while Stamford was talking. He was over-exaggerating in some areas; talking largely about how much of a good employee Barty was, and how much effort he put in. Luna knew that Barty was probably mediocre at best, but Stamford seemed to like Barty so much so that he was trying to influence the court into reflecting his opinions. The only thing that Stamford seemed unhappy with was the fact that due to Barty being out of work, no one was around to organise his files.

Doctor Babar was next to be called in front of the court. The old witch asked him to sit down, but Babar chose to stand directly in front of the Wizengamot instead, reading from a thick, lined notebook that was filled with scribbles. He launched into great detail about how the Ministry had failed to assess his needs since his release from Azkaban, or offer him or any of the other inmates some kind of rehabilitation programme. Doctor Babar talked for a little while about Barty's father, claiming that his parenting methods and environmental factors will no doubt have attributed to Barty's various personality malfunctions, and with a little attention, the Ministry might have noticed this earlier.

Babar went on to plead with the Wizengamot to give Barty a chance. While he had committed a crime, it was ridiculous to believe that it was for any reason other than insanity. He went into more details about what services the Healing Clinic could offer Barty from a long-term admission to the Psychiatric Unit, and he had great hopes that Barty could be stabilised with medication and therapy.

Luna admired the way that Doctor Babar seemed to be so passionate about the care of his patient. He didn't wait for the Wizengamot to dismiss him; he shot them all a stony look, and marched back to his seat.

There was a long silence after Doctor Babar had finished his spiel, and then the old court witch called out Luna's name. Neville squeezed her hand briefly, and she took the steps towards the seat. She wondered if she should try and stand confidently in front of them like Doctor Babar had, but her legs felt like jelly.

The silence was deafening as she took her place on the haunting chair. She could feel every eye on the court burning into her; judging her. She clasped her hands in her lap, and focused on the witch who would be questioning her, trying to imagine that there was no one else in the court staring at her.

"Luna Lovegood, we are aware of the unorthodox situation which brought yourself and Bartemius Crouch Junior together," the old witch started. "You are aware that it was an Unbreakable Curse which seemed to force you to live with Mr Crouch. However, you are unaware, that since you were reprimanded to St. Mungo's, the Ministry discovered Mr Xenophilius Lovegood, and our Curse Breakers took the liberty of removing the vow from him, rendering neither you or your father tethered to Mr Crouch."

Luna breathed out in relief. She didn't know how the Ministry had managed to remove the vow, but it didn't matter. Her father was safe.

The old witch went on. "I must ask you, Miss Lovegood. Before now, you were sentenced to live with Mr Crouch because of the fear of what would happen to your father if you did not. Now that the vow has been removed, would you return to Barty's house with him, if you were given the opportunity?"

Luna glanced around the court before answering. She took in the steely, pursed-lipped faces of the Wizengamot; the apologetic expressions that Neville, Doctor Babar and his assistant wore; and Neville—poor Neville, whose parents lost their sanity at Barty's hands. But this was her life, and that life of Barty's seemed like a lifetime ago. Things were different now. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and nodded.

"Miss Lovegood, did Mr Crouch ever put you in any danger while you were living with him?"

A sudden flash of a palm slicing across her cheek blinding her vision; plates shattering against the cupboard doors, his fingers gripping her throat. "H-he was unstable. But I was helping him get better."

The old witch tightened her lips, before rectifying her question. "Did Mr Crouch ever cause you any physical harm, Miss Lovegood?"

Luna couldn't tell them. Him slapping her might only seem like a small, minor detail to her now, but the court would no doubt blow it out of proportion. "No," she replied curtly. "Never."

"As Mr Crouch's primary carer, what are your views on what should happen after the court is concluded?"

"I agree with Doctor Babar. I think Barty should go to hospital."

"Thank you, Miss Lovegood." The old witch left her position at the podium, and Kingsley took her place once again. Luna jumped from her seat and hurried back up to her seat beside Neville.

This time, there was no ten minute waiting period. Kingsley clapped his hands sharply, and the iron doors swung open once again, allowing the Dementors to return with Barty in tow, and thrust him into the central seat.

Kingsley turned to face the Wizengamot. "I call upon the Wizengamot alone, now," he addressed in a loud, clear voice. "If you judge that Mr Crouch should be returned to Azkaban, please raise your right hand now."

Slowly, hands began to rise into the air. Luna's heart sank—she couldn't count the amount of hands, but there was a sheer amount of them. Deciding that she couldn't watch anymore, she pressed her face into Neville's shoulder, trying to choke back oncoming tears.

"If you judge that Mr Crouch should be sectioned to the Psychiatric Unit run by Doctor Babar, please raise your left hand."

Luna kept her face hidden. She couldn't bear to even sneak a glimpse. Tears were beginning to fill her eyes, and her lip shuddered as Kingsley rapped his gavel on the podium. This was it. He was going back to Azkaban.

"The court has spoken," Kingsley's voice boomed through the room. Mr Crouch will be taken to the Psychiatric Unit immediately, as run by Doctor Babar, where he will be sectioned until Doctor Babar sees fit."

Luna jerked her head towards Kinglsey, unable to believe her ears.

Barty wasn't going to Azkaban.

He was going to be safe.

oOo

10th January, 2000
Rita's Corner

Today's Squeeze: The Failed Incarceration of Crouch Jr!

Well, I must say that I was personally extremely disappointed to discover that one of You-Know-Who's most loyal followers was not thrown back into Azkaban where he belongs! I was sure that the Wizengamot would no doubt want to return Crouch Jr to his old cell, but it seems my thoughts—and the thoughts of my rabid readers—were quite wrong.

I was lucky enough to have front-row seats at the trial, with my Quick Quotes Quill poised, while the witnesses assumed position in front of the court. The shivering, wobbly outline of the overweight shopkeeper Francessa Morgan—who prefers the title 'Madam'—was the first to sit down in front of the court. She presented as very peaky faced and bitterly shaken by her encounter with a dangerous criminal. Stamford Jorkins was second to sit down, though his ramblings of dull work life with Crouch failed to capture anyone's attention. I was more intrigued to see that failed Healer, Babar, had actually been invited to sit in front of the Wizengamot.

The last person to enter the court was the poor, visibly shaken Luna Lovegood, who has no doubt suffered a tremendously traumatic ordeal at the hands of Crouch Jr. She was accompanied by boyfriend Neville Longbottom, who also greatly understands pain that Crouch Jr has inflicted. Older readers may remember that Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom were tortured into insanity by Crouch Jr and his accomplices, so my heart was truly swelling with pain for the two young lovers as they entered the court.

Most of the trial was fairly uneventful. Minister Shacklebolt led the trial as the witnesses were called forwards in turn. "Doctor" Babar was frightfully persuasive, rattling on about the Ministry being solely responsible for Crouch Jr's rampant actions—imagine! I am sure that my readers will agree that Babar needs a serious rethink of his occupation as a health official, or at least perhaps a long-term stay in the Psychiatric Unit that he was so keen to take Crouch Jr to.

The air did noticeably still when Luna Lovegood took centre stage. She was clearly upset, and told the court about what a dangerous, frightfully unstable individual Crouch Jr is, and a desperate need to see him incarcerated.

However, by some odd twist of fate, the Wizengamot appeared to pity Crouch Jr, and saw fit to allow him an undeserving chance at retribution. I look forward to eagerly reading your responses on this subject, as I can honestly dispute that this is the worst thing that the Wizarding World could have allowed since...

Luna screwed up the newspaper she was reading from as Rita Skeeter's words echoed around her head, and threw it over towards the recycling bin a few metres away. She missed, but no one seemed to notice.

She knew from the moment she spotted Rita Skeeter in the court, that she would write some ridiculous drivel, but Luna couldn't believe how much further from the truth she actually was. She couldn't understand how the public would believe any of this—but of course they would. They drank in any kind of ridiculous story like this, and that was probably the only reason that Rita kept her job as a journalist.

Luna was sat in the waiting room of the Psychiatric Unit that Barty had been reprimanded to. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect—Hermione had once told her and Ginny stories of the old Muggle asylums, where they kept patients locked up in padded rooms and fastened up in odd jackets with buckles around the back. Surely Doctor Babar wouldn't want Barty to stay in such a horrible place?

After what seemed like hours, the red-lipped receptionist finally called out Luna's name. With a toothy smile, she ordered Luna to write her name and the patient she was visiting on a form, and then led her down a corridor.

At the end of the corridor, the receptionist rapped on a door with her bony knuckles, and it swung open immediately. Doctor Babar stood there, beaming at Luna and effectively dismissing the receptionist. "Luna! Glad you could make it," he greeted. "Barty has been asking about you every day. Shall we?" he gestured to his office.

"Oh, aren't we going to see Barty?" Luna questioned, raising her eyebrow in the direction of the office. She didn't want to talk to Healers or officials or anyone anymore. She just wanted to see Barty.

"Of course. By Floo Network," Babar nodded towards the fireplace in his office. "There are no normal entrances to the ICU, to prevent any potential escapes."

"ICU?"

"Intensive Care Unit. Come along, we'll go down together." Doctor Babar stepped into the fireplace, and Luna squeezed in beside him.

A flash of green light later, and Luna and Doctor Babar were standing in another office which mirrored the one that the receptionist had taken her to. For a moment, Luna didn't think that they had travelled at all, if it wasn't for Doctor Babar ushering her forward.

He rapped his wand three times on the door in the office, and then pushed it open. The corridor beyond the door was wide and airy, with huge windows that let in a lot of natural light—very different from the scene that Luna had originally envisioned. There were several glass doors leading off the corridor into various other rooms, and Luna could hear laughter, chatter, and music playing faintly.

The door that Doctor Babar took her to led to another corridor, and then another. "These are the male sleeping rooms," he told her as they walked quietly. "Generally, we're supposed to use any of the communal rooms for visitation, but I thought you are entitled to some privacy. Most of the other patients are well aware of Barty's situation, so they would naturally be interested to see who was visiting him." He knocked on a wooden door with Barty's name written on a plaque, and then nodded to Luna. "I'm going to head off now, but I'll be in the Healer's Ward at the end of the corridor if you need anything." Before Luna could respond, Doctor Babar had scurried down to the other end of the corridor.

She turned back to the door, and swallowed before reaching for the handle. She pushed it open and walked into the room.

It was a dainty little bedroom. There was a window on one wall, with thick glass overlooking a very green garden, and a single bed beneath it. The maroon sheets on the bed had been made sharply, as though the duvet had been pressed and ironed while they were being tucked into the mattress. A stack of shelves was beside the door, harbouring a pile of neatly folded clothes. Luna plucked a grey t-shirt from the top of the pile and pressed it to her face, inhaling deeply.

Carefully, she folded the shirt back up and placed it back on the shelf, and then sat tentatively on the edge of the bed. Something on the bedside table caught her eye, and she reached over for it—it was a photograph of her. The photo that was taken in her seventh year, to be precise.

Luna looked down at herself; at her wide grey eyes beaming out of the frame dramatically, and the way she fidgeted with a long strand of her hair occasionally. The girl in the photograph had no idea what would happen to her. Luna dropped the photograph back on the bedside table, and sighed.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused Luna's head to jerk towards the door. Barty stood in the doorway, looking completely different to the shadow of the man that she had seen in front of the Wizengamot. His hair was washed and framed his face softly, his face was cleanly shaven, and he was wearing a grey t-shirt and blue jeans.

He practically hurled himself at Luna, and she jumped up from the bed to greet him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, burying his face in her neck as he twirled her around. Her feet touched the ground again, and she looked up at Barty, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "Barty...I—" she was cut off as Barty kissed her suddenly, his hands gliding across her cheeks and into her hair. She kissed him back, tasting spearmint toothpaste—she couldn't believe how long it had been since she last touched him, kissed him...

"I'm so sorry," he murmured into her mouth between kisses.

"I'm sorry too," she breathed. "I'm sorry Rolf tried to kiss me...I'm sorry everything went so weird..." they kissed deeply one more time, before sitting down side by side on the bed.

"I can't stay for long," Luna told him, leaning against his shoulder. She took his hand between hers, running her fingers along his knuckles. "I'll come visit you though." She was due a visit to St. Mungo's in less than an hour to have a maternity scan, but she wanted to keep the idea of those two tiny babies at the very back of her mind, at least for now.

Luna had planned to tell him about her pregnancy immediately. She didn't want any more secrets from him, especially not now that he was going to be staying in hospital and she would be without him. But after seeing him, seeing that he was already visibly improving after just a few days in the hospital, she couldn't get the words out.

"Promise you'll come back?" he whispered, his brown eyes burning into hers.

"Of course I will," she assured him. "I'll wait for you. No matter how long it takes for you to get out of here—I'll wait for you, and we'll go back and live in your house in London, and everything will be fine."

"I love you, Luna," he whispered. "I'm sorry for everything I di—"

"—shh," Luna interrupted him, before pressing another soft kiss to his mouth. "I'll see you soon." She stood up from the bed, and smiled at him before leaving the room.

As she walked down the corridor, back towards the office that would guarantee her way out, her thoughts fell to her future. She clutched her stomach, thinking of the two twin hearts that were beating within her.

She would wait for him.

She would always wait for him.

A.N: Thanks to everyone who has stayed with me until the end of the Unfixables! This is not the end. The second novel to this book, "The Unbreakables" is already in the works. You can expect the first chapter of that to be published sometime in the month of September. Please leave your thoughts and opinions on the story below!