Screams filled an otherwise silent hall. Sirius' cries were heartbreaking, ripping through the hall as if someone had slashed an enormous sword in the room. The Potter couple weren't faring much better, silent tears pouring down their faces as they watched their child burn to death, a satisfied smile on her face. A face that shone with motherly love. Yet the world cruelly took that mother from her child.
"She was the child of the prophecy," Dumbledore's eyes widened, mentally pushing the thought and sight of his student burning out of his mind. It was too painful to see such a disturbing consequence of his failure as an educator.
"And she died for that," Filius whispered broken-heartedly, "one of our own students was the savior of the world."
"I'm dead," the girl in question stated, rather calm for a girl who just watched herself burn alive, "oh."
"How are you so calm about this?" Pandora sniffled, wiping her tears with her robe's sleeve, "you just died!"
"It happens to us all," Lydia's eyes unfocused, "the afterlife is only the posthumous continuation of life. It is a very beautiful place, and as a Potter, I'll be able to watch over my daughter from up above. I've had the duration of these films to get used to my being dead. I can only hope to one day be reunited with all those dear to my heart."
"The Dark Lord is really gone," Bellatrix's face went slack, a crazed look on her face, "that wretched girl really killed him!"
"Don't be rash Bella!" Narcissa begged her sister, "I do not wish to lose you as well."
"Don't be rash!" Bellatrix shouted, madness flowing through her, "My beloved lord has been killed, and I shouldn't be rash! That's all you have to say?!"
"Bella please," Narcissa pleaded, desperation in her voice, "now is not the time for this attitude. The Potters are going to be easily triggered. I don't want any of that death magic near us!"
"Narcissa is right," Lucius sides with his wife, "we need to keep quiet. We don't know if any death magic will last past the memory wipe the letter from the future Potter spoke of."
Ten Years Later, April 8th 2004 appears on the screen.
"It seems that the films are skipping time," Kingsley spoke, voice still rough from his earlier crying.
"You look wonderful Luna," Lois Lovegood, 18 years old, compliments her sister, "you're going to knock them out of the house." She was dressed in the finest robes she'd ever worn.
"Thanks," 23 year old Luna smiles softly at her little sister, "although I really would rather them not get knocked out. It would defeat the point of inviting them." She twirled in her rainbow wedding dress, hair already done. She had a crown of unicorn horns in her hand, and nestled it in her locks.
"She looks gorgeous," Pandora forgot how to breathe, all she could see was her beautiful daughter, all grown up and getting married.
"The comment about the Lovegoods' style certainly hasn't missed its mark," Lydia smiled, "though it's an unusual look, she pulls it off well."
"Thank Merlin for Uncle Sirius," Susan Bones, all grown up, says smilingly, "you would not believe the, ah, unique dress Luna originally wanted. He managed to convince her to get something with less sparkles and streamers."
"Our girl," Liam and Alina's eyes shone sadly as they stared at the girl they'd never get to raise, "she's all grown."
"That's Susan!" Amelia was startled to see the older girl, "but she was just so little."
"Thank Merlin for Daddy agreed," Callie Potter, all grown and 21, states, tapping her wand twice on her thigh, causing the hair products to clean themselves up, "I'm honestly surprised that Luna gave in."
"She looks stunning," Dorcas gasped, mouth open, "she looks so good."
"That's my daughter," Sirius smirks boastingly, "she looks like future me."
"She looks like a Potter," Fleamont agrees, smiling at his beautiful granddaughter, "doesn't she?"
"Agreed," Euphemia smiled slightly, heart still torn into shreds, "she looks a bit like my sister Gurtrude."
"It's time," Maria Scamander, all of 55, announces, "come along now Luna."
"Good luck," Iola squeezed Luna's arm, "we'll be watching." Iola kissed Luna's cheek, and turned to find her seat quickly, shielding Luna from noticing the slightly haunted look on her face.
"Gosh she looks stunning," Benjy took in the sight of his future daughter. The grown up version of her looked more like a mix of him and Lydia then ever before.
"That was all I needed," Lydia's soft voice was full of emotion, "she grows up. She's happy. She lives longer than I ever did. I fulfilled my role as a mother."
The scene switches, and Luna is shown walking down the aisle, Xenophilius leading her by the arm. Luna grins as she sees Rolf's starstruck face. Despite the odds, the couple had lasted throughout their high school years, and were now amongst the first of their age groups to tie the knot.
"So she's marrying my son," Nico smiled, "neat. I'm glad for him."
"Our family grows bigger by the minute in these films," Tina smiled, "the future may be cruel, but at least it ends in some happiness."
"Drooling much?" Rolf's bestman, his best friend from Castlebruxo, teased.
"Shut up," 25 year old Rolf Scamander blushes deeply, "you're not helping matters."
"My son looks just like me," Nico bragged, "can't you see where he gets his handsomeness from?"
"His mother," Lyetta answers, smirk on her face, "I see none of you in him."
"Why you-" the twins end up in a fist fight, which is quickly broken up by Tina.
"Hush children," she scolds, "I want to watch the wedding."
"Hi Rolf," Luna arrived, and smiled brightly at her groom. She seemed nerve free, Rolf's exact opposite.
"You look beautiful," he whispers before getting smacked in the head by Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Keep quiet before I leave you without an officiant," he mutters, "now, let's begin."
Luna and Rolf cross their wands, sappy smiles on their faces. Kingsley places his own wand on top, before beginning. "I, Kinsley John Shacklebolt," his voice rings through the forest. Luna and Rolf, both naturalists at heart, had chosen to have their wedding in a beautiful forest. Most of the wedding would take place in the rented cabin, but the ceremony would be done under the canopy of trees. "With the power vested in me by this couple, pronounce you married. LIGARE!" Golden light emits from the wand, and ties between Rolf and Luna. The best man comes up, and blesses them with the spell amor. Ginny Weasley, Luna's maid of honor, blesses her with gaudium aeternum.
After the blessings, Rolf cups Luna's face in his hands, and kisses the living daylights out of her. The crowd roars with life, and congratulations are shouted from their family.
"Go get it Son!" Nico shouts, taking pleasure in the weird looks he gets.
The scene shifts to the party, where a 15 year old Esmeray Potter, fully blood adopted, sits with 10 year old Clio Black. With her blood adoption, Esmeray received the beautiful eyes Sirius and Euphemia Potter were known for, and Amelia Potter's dirty blonde hair and facial structure. She was smiling as she sat with Clio, who despite being a metamorph, preferred her natural appearance to anything she could create.
"Why is Reggie's daughter so unfairly gorgeous?" Sirius moaned, "he's so ugly."
"Regulus isn't ugly," Dorcas Meadowes scowls in disbelief, "and have you been paying attention at all Sirius? Have you seen the woman he married? No doubt their child would be a scarily beautiful girl."
"That's my child?" Regulus's eyes popped out of their sockets. He was going to be a father in the future. Merlin! Him! It really hadn't sunken in until now.
"Esmeray looks so happy," Iris Rosier's eyes filled with love, "so so happy with the Potters. Is it wrong that I care, even though she is no longer my child?"
"Of course not Irey," Celeste reassured her daughter, "it's completely natural. No matter her blood, she is still your daughter."
"Thank you," Lazarus turned to Sirius Black and Amelia Bones, "you two put a smile on my granddaughter's face."
"I can't speak for my future self," Sirius smiles, "but I'm sure she's a lovely addition to the family."
"Agreed," Amelia blushes at the reminder that her and Sirius are married in the future, "she looks kind hearted."
"So what's Aether doing now that he graduated?" Clio asked her older cousin, "I remember him talking about being a hit wizard, but did he do it?"
"Nah," Esmeray dismissed, "he's working under Professor Flitwick now. He decided that he wants to be a charms master, so he's working under the best one England has."
"Good for him," Fleamont beamed at the news of his grandson's future occupation.
"Maybe he'll be my charms teacher one day!" Clio brightened, her whole demeanor lighting up, "that would be so cool!"
"It would be," Aether appeared, ruffling Clio's hair, causing it to turn a bright shade of pink.
"Hey Aether," Esmeray greeted her brother, "is Mum looking for us?"
"Nah," Aether's face twisted a little, "we're looking for Iola. No one's seen her in over an hour."
"Have you asked Neville yet?" Clio wisely pointed out, "you know they've always been very close."
"Nev's the one who noticed she's missing," Aether combed his fingers in his black hair nervously, dark eyes inherited from Amelia twitched nervously.
"What's wrong?" Lydia began panicking, "what happened to my daughter?"
"Calm down," Benjy reassures her, "I'm sure she'll be fine."
The scene swaps to Iolanthe Potter walking alongside the forest, frost covering her every footstep. Dressed in all white, her death circlet is glowing on her forehead. Escorting her by the arm is Mortem, the ever present personification of death.
"Are you certain of this?" he asks, worry clouding his eyes, "I don't even understand why."
"They deserve to suffer," Iolanthe's eyes are pained "it's their fault I ended up in that blasted tournament. You know as well as I that I never came back from that. I need to know that my mother truly cared, I need to truthfully know she never meant for this to happen, I need to see society realize their wrongs, I need to see Crouch suffer at his fate, and I need to see those filthy death eaters break. This is the only way for me to heal."
"So this is when she sent the films to us," Dumbledore observed the girl, "I have a strange feeling about this."
"As you wish Mistress, my little jewel," Mortem kissed her forehead, "it shall be done."
"As soon as they are done watching," Iolanthe instructs, "bring me there. I wish to speak to them."
As the words were said on screen, silver light filled the room. As promised, Iolathe Potter appeared, floating in the sky like an angel.