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Chapter XLV: Enchanted

Now I would have you see this, on a peak of ivory high above crashing waves of sapphire, a family rests on a blanket of green. He is carefully paying attention to the one year old girl, who sleeps soundly despite the excited chatter of her gathered siblings. It is just after daybreak, and the sun is rolling out of it's bed on the far horizon.

Luna, in one hand, clutched tightly to a glass jar, from which, several Welsh Worrywhims still resided. While in her other hand, she held on dearly to the hand of Lily Potter. Her father stood beside her, his broad smile hardly doing justice to the joy he must have been feeling that day.

Her father took from within his robes a pouch of jet, tied tightly with a purple cord. He teetered almost on the edge of the White Cliffs of Dover, as he untied the knots of his pouch. He softly spoke into the black pouch and let it's contents waft away into the winds. The children watched on in still wonder now, watching the older man say goodbye to a member of their number who never again made it to the Cliffs again, where the fabled Snorkacks were said to reside.

"Daddy, I think we should start, it is what Grillshenk would have wanted." Luna said, hands shaking with suppressed excitement as the Welsh Worrywhims buzzed about feverishly. She wondered if they know they were about to be consumed, or if they actually thought they could escape from the mighty beasts.

"Yes, dear heart, I believe we should." Xeno said, stepping back to stand beside a very tall looking James Potter. He grinned up at his new grandfather and leaned against his little brother.

"Dad, Mum, can we do it yet?" Albus asked.

"None have waited so long as Luna, Al, let her have her time with it." Harry told him, patiently.

Luna stepped forward and undid the lid, which for so long held the remaining Worrywhims that had nearly overtaken Harry after the divorce. "Be free, little ones, for as long as you can. But bring me a Snorkack." she kissed the jar and set them free.

The Worrywhims rushed out in a panic, fluttering loudly to and fro, becoming nothing more than slender specters in the orange glow of the day. Luna held her breath, for so long that she was terribly startled when Lily prodded her. "Mum, are they going to come? Nolan Boot said they didn't exist."

"They'll come." Luna said, confidently. She hoped within that they would come, she knew that it might be too early for them to come out of their caves. All her life she had waited to see one of the winged Crumple Horned Snorcacks.

The moments spanned on, and while the Welsh Worrywhims buzzed around the ears of every one present, one nearly took to make a home in Xeno's long beard, before it was swatted away.

Lyssandra laughed sleepily, stretching her tiny little arms upwards towards her dad. Harry peered into her eyes, and saw himself reflected within. "Not long now, Lyssandra." he cooed, brushing his finger along her cheek.

The sun had risen completely in the sky before doubt had started to settle in Luna's mind, she could have sworn this was where Grillshenk told them to go. What if the horrible secret had died with him? For the last few months he'd been silent, as if his tongue had never learned speech. Luna bowed her head, such was the main effect of the Madrid Mind Disease, called Alzheimers' by Muggles, or so she had been told.

The Welsh Worrywhims were beginning to lose interest in the air and started to fly away from the Potters, forever more. It was then that Luna heard the deep, strained call of the Crumple Horned Snorkack,

Lyssandra kicked out, nearly making her blanket fall to the ground, it was fortunate for Harry that it didn't fall. If he had bent down for one second, he would have missed the giant brown & grey reptillian beast soaring out from the cliffs.

Luna grabbed on his shoulder, and was screaming before she realized there were two of the Snorkacks. There they were, rising as high as the sun, dancing an intricately neat dance high above the seas below. "Mum! You were right all along! That'll show Nolan!" Lily jumped up and down, giddily screaming victory.

Xeno had tears in his eyes as he approached Harry, his old arms outstretched. Harry nodded & understood at once. He let his father in law take Lyssandra into his arms, and all the Potters watched as Xenophilius walked towards the last bits of land separating him from a long fall. Xeno looked as though he was standing in the sun, as the Snorkacks chased the Welsh Worrywhims around the sky. Harry wrapped his arms around Luna, who rested her head on his shoulder.

"Lyssandra Leighton Potter, my little plum, look out upon these creatures, for you receive their blessing. Oh mighty Crumple Horned Snorkacs," Xeno shouted subserviently to the beasts, "Grant my granddaughter your blessing!"

The Snorkacks roared in unison as the last of the Welsh Worrywhims vanished, and Lyssandra clapped her hands happily, her grandfathers beard tickling her face.

"All is well, isn't it my love?" Harry asked his wife.

"It couldn't be better, Harry." It was there that the Potters celebrated Lyssandra's first birthday, blessed by the beasts after which Luna had always sought. It was a place which would always be remembered by the Potters as enchanted. Love was all around them, and never were they without it's company.

AN: It has been a pleasant tale, and I glad you have all stuck with me. I do not know what I will next write, but it will likely be Luna & Harry- though nothing quite as epic as this has been.

Until next we meet, happy reading my friends.

Love,

TowerMage