Of course, to say that they went on and had long lives with many children would be to end it. And I'm sorry to say that such a story can't lay down and die so smoothly and quietly. NO, my silly reader, it may never be fully over, but I must at least tell you what I know happened next.
The Potters; Lily, James, and little innocent Harry, and the almost forgotten pet cat. That's right, many people simply overlooked the fact that the Potters had a cat. It had belonged to Lily when she was a young girl, and had attended Hogwarts herself. On the night of october thirty-first, nineteen-eighty-one, two horcruxes were created. Harry James Potter was the first, and the second found its way into Lily's beloved cat. Of course this may sound as if I'm giving it all away in the beginning, but I assure you, that this is only a basic understanding of what is to happen, sixteen years later, on may second, nineteen-ninety-eight.
And then Voldemort- Tom Riddle- The dark Lord fell. He hit the ground, a perfectly mortal death, and only as good as a muggle could have achieved in his place. In the end, he had achieved nothing but to wreak havoc, destruction and death, and at the young age of 71, being that many Wizards live to see their hundred and thirties, many reacon that seeking immortality halved his actual life.
Harry hit his knees, and as his friends and professors ran to him, he let out a soul-destroying wail, stopping the other in the tracks. Tears freely rolled down his face. He didn't care, at the moment, that he had saved everyone, he didn't want the glory, or the fame, or the reverence in the first place. He just wanted his family back. He only wanted to be loved and every time he found someone they died. He knew that he still had the Weasley's, but they just lost Fred and he wouldn't dare to turn to them and dampen their grief with his problems. no, he was completely alone.
Molly reached out and gripped Ron's shoulder, burying her face, and Hermione did the same on the other side. As Harry's emotional break sounded back off the forest, everyone turned to each other and wept. That is why they missed the sight of several silver spectors floating up from Voldemort's ignored wand and taking shape, and corporeal existence. When Harry's scream stopped, the silence was twice as deafening, the heartbreak audible and so real that they still had yet to notice what was happening. Harry pushed shakily to his feet and ran to the first of the stunned figures, standing barefoot on the grass, and enveloped her in a hug, pressing his face into her shoulder.
They all looked so out of place here, standing in a world they no longer belonged to, many blindly searching around with no recognition of those before them. When the tension broke, A tall red-haired figure turned and ran to his family, shouting in happiness as he tackled his twin to the ground, and causing many of the mourners to raise their heads and take notice. Lily was still frozen, her arms hanging limply around Harry's shoulders. She refused to believe that this was her son. If he was here, hugging her, then that meant that he must be dead, because beside her she could see Sirius, reaching out to grab Remus's and James's hands. If Harry was here then she knew it meant that he was dead, and she simply refused to believe that, looking down at her son for the first time in over sixteen years. He was only a child, had only just turned of age, and it consumed her in her own grief and self-blame. She should have been there for him, SHE was his MOTHER! How could she have allowed such evil to rip them apart?
It wasn't until she say James's sunny smile, as he looked behind her, that she relaxed and smothered her son with kisses and hugs, as if making up for all of their lost time in this one moment.
