"Dear Mum and Dad,
I heard the news from Mac about The Boy Who Lived. It's so exciting that the world is safe again!
Elena and I are getting married next month, a small wedding. We hope you can make it. She's a very nice girl. She's a Muggle, but she knows a little magic, too.
I've been enjoying living with the Muggles, there's so much here to explore! They find so many inventive ways to get around magic and you know I was never good at casting spells anyway.
I've been working as an accountant, but just got a job as a stockbroker. I'll be working at a bank, helping people make smart choices about their money.
I really hope to hear from you soon.
Love, Anthony
Anthony got the letter ready to mail, then slipped into bed next to Elena. He cuddled up to her, cradling her already round belly in his hands. She stirred from her sleep.
"Did you get the letter written?" she mumbled.
"I did," he said. "But I'll let you and Mafalda get some sleep. You have a..what was it again?"
"Ultrasound," she laughed. "You'll love it."
"I'm sure I will. I love you."
"I love you."
He breathed in her scent as he went to sleep. That night, he had another dream.
Himself, in a room full of other men, shirtsleeves rolled up and talking into phones. Everyone else was at a machine, but he didn't need one. They didn't understand, but they let him have his lucky drumsticks because somehow it worked.
He and Elena beaming, a dark-haired girl excitedly holding a letter with a Hogwarts seal.
Himself in a white bed, surrounded by people smiling at him and holding his hand.
It is a good dream. He smiles in his sleep and holds Elena close.