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Got this from beautifulphrase, and the idea was too cool to let it pass.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!

So go, share our forgotten memories!

By now, I'm definitely missing the outside. I haven't got out of my house for three days, and I'm sure I must be as pale as a ghost by now. Oh well, I'm relaxing, at least. I bought Constantine yesterday, and I watched it this morning and fell in love with it all over again. *sigh* I'd really love to buy the comics... And c'mon people, go and tell me our most favorite FAKE memory!

Actually, I got the idea for the fic from the same meme, from beautifulphrase's and mine's sweetest, most beautiful, invented memory. So, dedicated to her, for giving me the plot bunnies. Hope you like it! Also, crossposted at hp_pg.

Title: Black Ocean
Fandom/Characters: HP, the Trio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 778
Warning: Kind of but not really a continuation of Afterwards, but you don't have to read it to understand it.
Summary: After the war, the Trio goes to Liverpool in search of meaning.


( The sky is tinted steel gray with the impending rain, lonely lightening in the shape of Harry’s scar making the clouds alight with deep purple every few minutes. )