I don't know why but I love this idea.
Shout out to Child of Dreams: I am also a Pukwudgie! :)
Also, I messed up a bit. Molly II and Lucy are not the same age and I wrote that they were haha oops?
She took a deep breath, and approached the coffins, the two hibiscus flowers in hand. She took a second deep breath, laying one on her father's chest and one on her mother's.
"So you always have a piece of home." Charlotte said quietly. "I love you both."
"I've spoken to the Headmaster. If you choose to go back to Ilvermorny, you can start in November." Teddy said, sitting across from her. "But if you want to stay with me, here, then-"
"I want to go home, Teddy. This isn't my home." Charlotte said.
Teddy nodded slowly. "I can understand that. I'll come home with you, for the year. Once you graduate, it's up to you what happens next."
"Thank you, Teddy." She said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "Can I ask-?"
"You can ask anything." Teddy said. "You know that."
"Did they- did they feel it?"
Teddy shook his head. "No, I don't believe so."
September 14, 2023
"Aulani!" She called, running towards the house, just before sunset. Aulani met her on the porch with a smile. "It's new moon." Charlotte said when she stopped at the bottom of the porch.
"So it is." Aulani said, stepping down the steps. She gestured to Charlotte, leading her down to the beach. "I know a ritual. Very old magic."
She led Charlotte to a very specific shell on the sand, and Charlotte began to wonder what Aulani was doing. Aulani picked up the shell, and handed it to Charlotte.
"What is this?" Charlotte asked.
"A seashell, young Lupin." Aulani said kindly. She knelt down, and pulled out her wand. She waved it over the sand, and a deep hole appeared. She reached down, and pulled up a book. "Keep the shell, you'll need it. And I would like the book back by dawn."
"Of course." Charlotte said. "Thank you."
Aulani simply nodded and Charlotte took off, back to her house. Teddy was at work again, so she read at the table. She read quickly, paying the most attention to what she needed to gather. She needed fire, something that belonged to the dead(Charlotte had nearly laughed when it suggested a sock, but who was she to question it?), a seashell and somewhere secluded(so the spirits weren't intimidated).
She grabbed a backpack, and tucked the book and the seashell into it. She stepped gently into her parents' bedroom, grabbing a sock that had belonged to each of them. She ran from the house, and up the hill, and climbed to her spot on the cliff. And then she waited, until the sun disappeared completely.
And then she set to work. She dragged a single log, surrounding it in rocks and setting it on fire with a tap of her wand. She placed the seashell on the rocks facing the ocean, and dropped the socks onto the flames.
"I am calling for the spirits of Nymphadora Lupin and Remus Lupin." She said, holding her wand above the flames and making sure she got every single word right. "I am asking for them to appear, here, with me."
She waited, but when nothing appeared to happen, she hung her head. Tears began to sting her eyes. Of course it wouldn't work, why would something like this work? Her eyes traveled to the shell, which seemed to be different. She knelt down to take a closer look, and her jaw dropped.
Symbols were appearing in small, glowing blue lines. The blue lines spread, covering the entire shell in various symbols and shapes- shapes she began to recognise. It was as if this shell was telling her everything she knew of her parents in intricate carvings that looked like the tribal tattoos she saw on many of the locals.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked and Charlotte jumped to her feet. She stared across the fire, and felt like someone punched her in the gut. Her parents were standing on the other side of the flames, young again- looking as they did in their wedding picture.
"Mom, Dad." She said, exhaling loudly. "Is it really you?"
Her parents exchanged a glance, and looked back at her sadly. "No." Her mother said. "We're the versions you wanted to see."
"We can't stay long.'' Her father said.
"I know." Charlotte said, frowning at the ground. "I just- what do I do now?"
She looked back at them. "You live." Remus finally said after a lengthy silence.
"But how?" Charlotte asked.
"Do what you want. Not what others want." Tonks said. "Travel the world? Jump off a cliff, like we've always told you not to do. Just enjoy your life, okay?"
Charlotte smiled as tears fell. "I will, I promise." She said. "I love you both."
"We love you." Remus said.
"And we're always going to be proud of you." Tonks added.
"I know you have to leave soon." Charlotte said, and Remus nodded. "Before you go, though, can I ask something?"
"Anything." Tonks said.
"If I don't return to school, because I'm already 17, will you be disappointed?"
Remus and Tonks exchanged a glance. "No." Remus finally said. "It's your choice in the end."
"We have to go." Tonks said, looking at the fire.
"But you just got here!" Charlotte argued.
"And we'll continue to be here." Remus promised. "No matter what."
"If you need us, just look to the shell for comfort. It tells you everything you need to know about us." Tonks said. "And perhaps you'll find your answer within it."
Charlotte knelt down and picked up the large shell, and when she had stood, her parents were gone.
"I miss you." She said quietly, hugging the shell to her chest.
This was meant to be a story about an ACTUAL revolution against Death Eaters, but it went WAY off track.
oops