Harry looked at the crater in front of him. He could hear his breathing very loudly in his spacesuit. In his ear, he received a message from Houston, thought it was meant for his colleague, the mission commander of Apollo 20, the first mission which had brought wizards on the moon. With his left hand, he tapped one of the pockets he had on his right arm. Inside, he could feel one of the few personal objects he had brought with him on his trip to the moon.
Little seven-years-old Rose stared at the moon, which was shining in the night sky like a bright lamp. She was currently sitting in her father's lap, holding with one hand the necklace she wore. She had built it herself in her first year at school and had never removed it since. Her mother, Hermione Potter, was saying goodbye to the last few guests who had come to the Potters to celebrate the landing of Apollo 11. "Dad?" she suddenly said. "Do you think I'll walk on the moon one day? Like Neil- Neil..."
"Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin?" asked Harry. Rose nodded. Harry smiled. "If you work hard and have perseverance, you'll be able to accomplish whatever dream you want."
"Even walking on the moon?" she asked. "Of course, Rose." said Harry with a proud grin.
"I want to be like them!" she said, still staring at the moon. "I want to explore the moon! I want to be an astronaut!"
Unfortunately, Rose's dream never came to be. Harry remembered, when only a year later, it had been discovered that she had a cancer. Harry's throat felt raw and constricted as he remembered his only daughter laying sick in the hospital. He remembered how thin and pale she had looked. Yet, she had never lost hope. She, deep down, still believed that she would accomplish her dream and walk on the moon one day. Harry never had the heart to tell her different. A year later and they were at her funeral. The Potters had been inconsolable.
To his left, Harry noticed the shadow of someone approaching him. He raised his golden visor as his fellow astronaut, his mission commander and his wife Hermione Potter came to stand next to him. Her golden visor was also lifted and Harry could see her face. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes sad. She nodded.
Harry opened the small pocket on his right arm and pulled out a necklace. It was the necklace Rose had worn util her death. Harry slowly dropped back his right hand so that Hermione could grab onto it. Then, he dropped the necklace in the crater. It dissapeared in the shadows. Hot tears began falling down his cheeks. He could feel Hermione hold his right hand even tighter. "You did it, Rose-flower..." he muttered emotionaly. "You walked on the moon..." Slowly, he lowered his head toward Hermione, who was doing the same. Their visors touched. Through it, Harry could hear his wife's sobs.
Harry and Hermione Potter stood facing the crater, not as Commander and L.E.M Pilot of Apollo 20, but as mother and father who were mourning the daughter they lost to cancer...