(Found this with my class notes. Originally how I was going to end the story but I wanted something more...poignant. But I figured I would share this with every one anyways. Enjoy :) )

Oliver looked around at the destruction, taking in the faces of the dead, the wounded, and the grieving. His heart thudded loudly in his ears as he lay Colin Creevy down. Wiping sweat from his brow he looked around for Aderyn. Since the fighting began they had seen hide nor hair of eachother and his gut twisted sickly with the possibility she may not have survived.
"Ollie!" a choking cry from across the Great Hall sent a wash of relief over him.
"Ryn." he sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
After everything Aderyn was just glad to be in her husband's arms. They had lost friends and schoolmates, their absence felt all at once amid the sickly dawn. At that moment though, as he stroked her dirty hair back as she cried, their hearts didn't feel so heavy.

"Mom!" a young boy of about 5 whined, tugging at the arm gaurds he wore, "Do I have to wear these?"

His mother stared into his wide blue eyes as he pouted,"Isaiah, don't give me that look. I invented that look." she laughed

The boy stuck his bottom lip out further, crossing his arms over his chest,"It always works on dad..."

With another laugh his mother ruffled his short brown hair.

"Good morning there, everyone." an elderly wizard greeted. He was dressed in referee robes.
"My name is Coach Rodgers and I will be teaching you young ones all about the wonderfully exciting game that is Quidditch."

Rodgers had put on a bit of weight in his age, wrinkles now creased his face and once black hair was now a steely gray.

"Alright," he clapped his hands,"I would like to take this time to remind parents that after today arm and shin gaurds will be mandatory."

Scanning the crowd his eyes fell on Isaiah,"Ah, you look ready to go. Would you care to demonstrate how to properly mount a broom?"

Looking unsurely up at his mother, Isaiah stepped forward, clutching the child-sized broom tightly.

"Now, what is your name there, lad?" Coach Rodgers asked.

"Isaiah...Isaiah Wood, sir." he mumbled.

A wide grin broke out on the old wizard's face, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. He knew he recognized those dark blue eyes. Rodgers looked up at the boy's mother, who smiled. Aderyn. He should have known.

Turning back to the boy, his smile grew," I was wondering when I'd be seeing you."