"Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things." ~Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal

Memories. Everyone has them. Memories of every kind. Good, bad, absolutely horrible, seriously embarrassing, unbelievably hilarious. There's romantic memories, memories of the last precious moments you spent with a loved ones that passed away, memories of the first time you met the love of your life, memories of your first kiss, of how you met your best friend, memories that you really regret and wish you could fix, there's thousands and thousands of memories a person has.
Some that you forget in a few minutes, and some that leaves an imprint in your mind for the rest of your life.

And as Bella Black opened her eyes in the sunlit room, the first thing she saw was her husband, her Sirius, dozing peacefully, his arms tightly wrapped around her naked body. And suddenly, she remembered the memory of the happiest day in her life. The day she turned from a Potter into a Black.

And it was a memory she will never, ever forget, or ever regret. And it was a memory that has left an imprint not in her mind, but in her heart for the rest of her life.

A.N: The amazingly strong desire to actually publish a story made me write this silly one-shot/drabble. No, this is not the first ever story I have ever published. Roughly a year ago, I posted two stories but deleted them because well, I got bored and my writing was horrible. It still is horrible now. Anyway, like it, don't like it. Review or don't. Run away screaming. I honestly don't care. But seriously, if you want a seriously awesome Female!Harry fanfiction, check out Fault Lines by Broken Ink Bottle. That story is bomb, man, it should be named the fanfiction of the year. Just look for it in the search engine on the top of the page. Anyway, thanks for actually wasting your time clicking on this link. It means a lot. :)
Haaapppyyy reading!
Lizzie the Witch