This is a continuation of the Obliviate/Aparecium series. It is not necessary to read those to completely understand what's going on, but if you'd like backstory feel free to visit my page and read through them! I own nothing and appreciate you taking your time to drop by :)

~ Solis

A warm section of a glittery sun rays intersected an empty space between Harry Potter and his molded ceramic cup of his aromatic chestnut colored coffee, which sat perfectly atop a copy of the Daily Prophet. The headline read "One Year After the Battle of Hogwarts: How the Castle was Rebuilt and What's Going on Inside of it Today."

Although Harry didn't need to read the article, he must've paged through it at least a dozen times on that lazy Sunday morning to appreciate how the normal cynicism had changed over the last year of the writers of the Prophet. Harry scraped his knees on enough destroyed cement as him and his friends used their own bare hands to piece Hogwarts castle back together over the summer, so the story was more than committed to memory.

Harry felt a secondhand proudness when he paged to the sports section and saw Ginny Weasley's picture larger than half the size of the page finally publically announcing her signing onto the Holyhead Harpies. Of course Ron told them immediately once Ginny had tried out, so it wasn't much of a surprise, just more of honored moment for her.

Many things had happened since the Battle of Hogwarts, where Harry's life had been the best that he could have imagined, even having to recover every single day since. The four pooled their money together and bought a humble gray stoned cottage in Harlech, a town of Wales, which sat only a half a mile from the ocean and placed perfectly on the edge of a deep forest line. On some days, Harry could sit in the miniature courtyard and listen to the waves crash against the seawall, but also enjoy the mild roar of the forest leaves. The cottage had three bedrooms, and was cozy, but just enough to fit the four of them comfortably with more than enough space for visitors. Harry was immediately sold after the welcoming impression reminded him of the tranquility he felt at Shell Cottage, and the others picked up on the therapeutic vibe, as well. Their backyard was the biggest in the tiny neighborhood, with rows and rows of bountiful garden plants, which the previous owner took pride in.

Rules were much different in the Wizarding World now that Kingsley Shacklebolt was the Minister of Magic. Which was relieving to Harry and Ron, since they opted to not to return to Hogwarts to finish out their 7th year. Harry solidified that decision after him, Lia, Ron and Hermione worked tirelessly to rebuild the castle and around every corner was a reminder of everything that had happened to him over the years. The weeks following the Battle of Hogwarts Harry wasn't even able to leave his locked temporary bedroom at Grimmauld place, and it was a day-by-day healing process. Shacklebolt allowed for Harry and Ron to participate in a work-study program where they would earn their completion of Hogwarts schooling while preparing for an Auror career. Headmaster McGonagall allowed for Lia to take Professor Sprout's position, due to her retirement to the tropics to study rainforest plants. Lia planned on studying her final Hogwarts courses over the three years she was to be the professor of Herbology, until she would then be taking Horace Slughorn's position as the permanent Potions professor. Minerva wished that Lia allow Neville Longbottom to be her student instructor while she taught before the switch over. Then, Neville would be taking the position of Herbology professor, which McGonagall assumed three years was more than enough time for him to learn how to be a proper instructor. Hermione chose to become a Hogwarts student alone for her last year, where she had acquired plenty of information about Professional Schooling in the Ministry of Magic.

"Harry!" A voice yelped from around the darkened hallway, disturbing the usual group of swallows chirping in a nearby oak tree.

Harry rushed to the dismayed voice only to find Ophelia Bloom with her back towards him in the bathroom connected to their homey bedroom.

"Harry, what the fuck!?" Lia panicked with a white bushy wolf tail poking out from underneath her nightgown.

"Lia, calm down! You're going to wake up Ron and Hermione." Harry forcefully whispered.

"Calm down? Harry, this is a full sized tail growing from outside of my back. You calm down!" She sneered.

Dashing from the bathroom, she nearly knocked Harry over as she marched toward her ashen chest filled to the gills with any potion imaginable.

"You're not going to find anything to fix it, Lia." Harry chastised.

"If I don't get this…. Wolf… thing under control by the time I start teaching at Hogwarts in the fall, I will be the goddamn laughing stock of the school!"

"Lia, do you really think that a wolf tail is the worst thing they've ever seen?"

Their conversation was interrupted by a sleepy eyed Hermione who was fascinated by Lia's new addition, nearly tugging on it to test the authenticity.

"Ouch Hermione!"

The three gravitated back to their rustic style kitchen where they sat comfortably around a deep brown round table that Harry had already been smug with earlier that morning.

"This has been happening ever since the battle, isn't that right Lia?" Hermione inquired.

"Not the tail… yet…. "

The three briefly recalled the final day of the Battle of Hogwarts where Bellatrix Lestrange had nearly melted all of Lia's insides with a tainted cruitiatus curse. Madame Pomfrey made comments about how she thought Lia wasn't going to make it until a bright blue light descended into her chest where she made a full recovery only days later.

"First my hair…" Lia forcefully pointed to her now bright silver curls pouring out of her skull like ringlets of shimmering silver.

"Then a couple of times, I've grown whiskers."

Harry recollected a clear memory of an impending date the two were supposed to go on until Lia could be heard storming about the cottage with a mouth covered in thick black whiskers.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you are an animagus?" Hermione questioned.

"I think I would have known before now… But… that has crossed my mind that somehow my DNA was altered that night…" Lia admitted, while sticking two fingers in her mouth and whistling so loud that Harry's ears rang.

No noise followed, but the three soon saw a bright blue light come barreling into the kitchen, which then morphed into a tiny wolf puppy patronus. Hermione and Lia deduced that Apollo had been the light that lowered itself into Lia's chest, especially since that after that night Apollo had been practically reborn.

"He's grown quite a bit since…" Lia chuckled while rubbing her fingers against his airy pale blue head.

There was something very different about Lia and her patronus, which Hermione spent plenty of time researching trying to figure out any bit of history on such a phenomena. The only thing she could find is that there used to be an ancient race of witches and wizards called the Animacaeles, who were considered God-like. Their souls would manifest as their patronus, and be much more powerful and magic wielding than a regular patronus. Such magic had been extinct since before even Hogwarts was founded after a many of the wizarding wars, no one had ever seen an Animacaeles since.

Loud footsteps thumped down the rickety staircase, and a red wild mane sat atop Ron's puffy face, which barely showed his sleepy eyes. He was indifferent to the gathering at the table, since Ron was always the last body to wake and mosey down into the kitchen no earlier than 10a.m. He scratched his bare belly while pouring a steaming cup of black coffee that Harry had brewed early on in the morning. His arm disappeared deep into the fridge as he pulled out a thick green-glassed bottle, which reflected against the bright morning light and sent emerald flashes throughout the room. In seconds Harry dropped to the floor covering his face with his shaking hands; words didn't form properly as he muttered them in a panic. Lia dropped to the ground putting one of Harry's hands on her chest so he could feel her breathing. When Harry would have an episode, Lia learned quickly that he would forget to breath, which would cause a severe panic attack, so having him feel her breathe helped alleviate that.

"Come back, Harry." Lia sweetly whispered to him, "Come back to me."

Over the course of a few minutes, Harry's body slowly relaxed where reality came back to him. Ron stood in the background, not moving with the bottle of whiskey in his hands.

"Pour me a spot, Ron." Harry shakily said as he lifted himself from the ground.

"Straight? I was just going to have a dash in my coffee-"

"You can toss an ice cube in there, I don't care. Just do it quick."

Ron passed over a short glass filled with the amber colored alcohol, which was tossed back and gone before the three even blinked. Harry slipped away from the group, and disappeared for the rest of the peaceful morning.