Notes: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this story, hope you enjoyed it and hope you like this ending.
James Potter stumbled out of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, clutching the items he needed for his next class, which of course, he was late for again. He rushed down the stairs, which to his dismay kept moving in the opposite direction he wanted to go. Reaching the first floor, he tripped over his feet and dropped the stuff he was carrying on to the floor in front of him. Groaning, he bent down to pick them up, before seeing a pair of feet in front of him, wearing odd socks. He knew immediately who it was.
"Hello James," the voice belonging to the feet said. James finished gathering his belongings and stood up to see the face of a girl his age with long, dark hair and her usual faraway look in her eyes.
"Oh, hey Naomi," he greeted his friend.
"You remember who's coming to our Defence Against The Dark Arts class today, don't you?" she asked, a slight sign of excitement in her voice.
"Yes, of course I do," James said. He'd known for the last two weeks, but Naomi kept trying to remind him. "Sorry, but I have to rush, I'm late for your dad's class again." He wanted to stay and talk to her longer, but was forced to rush off.
"Okay, James, see you later," Naomi called after him, before continuing on her own way.
James arrived at his Herbology class only a few minutes late, managing to avoid getting detention. He had to admit he shared Naomi's excitement about the next class he would have, Defence Against The Dark Arts, due to the guest speaker's arriving day. He met his brother, Albus on the way there, who was practically jumping around, having already had his lesson at the start of the day.
"…And they showed us their patronuses, and taught us how to fight a boggart, and…"
"Albus," James interrupted him, "You've seen that all already at home."
"Yeah, but this time everyone could else in the class could see it," Albus pointed out. James could understand what he meant.
Finally, after eggting his brother to go on to his next class, James took the long staircase up to the D.A.D.A. classroom, which was already full of students even more excited than usual about the class. It was a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw mix, so at least there wouldn't be any problems from Slytherins. He took a seat at the back next to Naomi, who would've probably pulled him over next to her anyway, keen to see what the other students' reaction would be when they found out who was coming to their class today.
"Okay, class," the teacher, a young man, began, settling them down, "As you've probably heard, we have two guests today who will be answering some questions and teaching you some advanced magic, Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood-Longbottom." The entire class, save James and Naomi, gasped as the two wizarding legends steeped out of the teacher's office and to the front of the room.
"Are there any questions?" The teacher prompted. About a dozen hands immediately shot up, and the teacher initially selected a Gryffindor girl in the front row.
"Can you show us your patronuses?" Harry laughed. That had been the first question asked in all of the classes he had been in that day. Motioning to Luna, they both drew their wands.
"Expecto Pantronum!" Harry's stag and Luna's hare burst out and starting gliding along the opposite sides of the room. James and Naomi sat at the back of the room, beaming with pride. Once the patronuses had finally faded away, the teacher selected another student for a question.
"Is it true you're a werewolf, Miss Lovegood?" the Ravenclaw boy inquired.
"I meant serious questions," the teacher interrupted from the desk.
"It's okay," Luna said giggling, "No, I'm not, that was just a rumour someone started a while back." After a few more questions, the teacher selected a girl to ask the last one.
"How did you survive the killing curse from Voldemort and the destruction of the Mezola Machine?" she directed her question to both of them.
"I can answer that," Harry started, "You see, both our mothers died doing the same thing, protecting us. Mine died trying to stop Voldemort from killing me, and Luna's mother died protecting her from the machine she had built. This act of love created magical protection around us. Meaning, for me, when Voldemort used the killing curse on me as a baby, it rebounded on him instead."
"And for me," Luna continued, "It meant that when I destroyed the Mezola Machine, my mother's magic was enough to keep me safe." Luna was thinking back to that night. At her surprise when she woke up to discover she was still alive. The prophecy had been fulfilled, as Moonlight hadn't survived the explosion. The first thoughts Luna had were for her friends. She was overjoyed at the thought of seeing them again, especially Neville.
As she was lost in her thoughts, the class had started to walk out for the end of the day, and the D.A.D.A teacher thanked them both for coming along for the day.
"You know, I think James has a little crush on Naomi," Harry said to Luna as they left the classroom a little after the students.
"Really?" Luna asked, curious.
"Yeah, he talked about her more than anyone else at the school when he was over for Christmas." Luna looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Naomi Potter," she said, "Sounds good."
"Luna, they've only met recently."
"Well, you'd met Ginny and I'd met Neville at the same age."
"Fair enough," Harry conceded, "By the way, I'm apparating home in about an hour. Do you want to come for dinner? Ginny hasn't seen you in ages, and she's desperate to catch up."
"Okay," Luna said happily, "But can I join you a little later? I promised Neville I'd spend some time with him today, and I'm off to Scandinavia tomorrow, doing some research for the Quibbler."
"How's the Quibbler doing by the way?" Harry asked.
"It's going good," Luna answered, "It's hard being the editor, but I enjoy it, and although dad's supposed to be enjoying his retirement, he still insists on helping me out sometimes." They had reached the bottom of the staircase, heading towards the Entrance Hall, when Neville came round the corner towards them.
"Hey Luna," Neville said, giving his wife a kiss.
"See you later, Harry," Luna said as she and Neville walked off together. A little behind them on the Grand Staircase, James and Naomi were also walking along together.
"Think we'll ever be like them?" Naomi asked, "Defeating dark wizards and things like that."
"Well," said James, "We wouldn't still have a Defence Against The Dark Arts class if there weren't wizards out there still to defeat." Naomi smiled.
"I should go and feed the Thestrals," she stated, "It's been a few days. Do you want to come with me?" Naomi had promised her mother she would go and feed them regularly when she went to Hogwarts and due to her seeing her great-grandmother pass away when she was younger, they were visible to her.
"Yeah, I'd love to," James said, smiling. The two of them walked off together, heading in the same direction as Luna and Neville. Naomi realised what James had said about them was right. They were a lot like their parents, something she was extremely pleased with.