Prologue (5 years ago):

A 6 year old Magnolia Longbottom looked at the picture of the boy with the lightning-shaped scar…She knew all of the stories about him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who killed Lord Voldemort two times. The picture was taken of a group of many people, with the words 'Dumbledore's Army' scrawled on it. Magnolia recognized her parents.

"What are you looking at, Maggie, dear?" Luna asked her daughter.

"You knew him?

Luna nodded grimly. She turned her head as a single tear rolled down her cheek. And plopped down the window.

The Present:

"Come on, Magnolia, Celeste, Adrienne…Your train's about to leave! Hurry up!" Luna called after her three daughters. Adrienna, Magolia's oldest sister, was tall and scrawny-looking. She had short , with white-blonde hair. She was scanning Platform 9¾ for her best friend, James Potter. Celeste had a tight, nervous grip on her mother's left hand. "Celeste, you'll be fine."

"What if I'm in Slytherin?" She asked.

"You won't be. Knowing you, you will be in Ravenclaw."

"Like you?"

"Yes, and my mother before me."

"Will Maggie be in Slytherin"

"No…Cheer up Celeste. And remember to write." Luna smiled down at her daughter. "And remember to catch a Dapplywog for me."

"I promise" Celeste smiled.