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It was May the second, the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.
Everyone was here: Scorpius and his family, Albus and the rest of the Potters, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, The Longbottoms, Ron and Hermione, Rose, The Scamanders, Fred II and his family, Bill and Fleur etc. The whole of Hogwarts, plus the DA, the remnants of the Order, and the survivors of the Battle of Hogwarts.
Rose and Scorpius were holding hands, as were Albus and Alice. Lily was feeling a bit nostalgic, as always, but her sadness was lifting. James and Fred were whispering conspiratorially together and glancing at Molly and her new boyfriend every few minutes. Molly and said boyfriend had their arms around each other. Hugo was talking to Hagrid about magical creatures. Louis was gazing at a boy across the way. Nothing was perfect, but then, perfection wasn't what they were striving for.
After all this time, things were looking up. Lily smiled every once in a while and was slowly starting to see the light. Molly was a carefree, life-loving person and Hugo was non-violent as always. Fred, still pranking and joking, now worked in Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes with his family. Alice and Albus had recently gotten engaged. Teddy and Victoire were still madly in love. Rose and Scorpius were still perfect for each other. After all this time, everything was settling. People were finding their places in the world.
After all this time, the war was over. After all this time, love overruled.
People always assumed that time was infinite, indefinite. It kept moving, like a river, flowing down through space and life. But sometimes, time stops. Perfect moments, little seconds where everything stills. Time stopped on the anniversary of May the Second. Because now, after all this time, everything was mending.