Chapter 22

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 As the early morning light filtered into the Great Hall, Fred, George, and Gracie found themselves standing at the center of a growing crowd. The excitement and confusion in the air were almost tangible. The reality of what had happened was still sinking in—people once lost to the war were inexplicably returning.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as the doors creaked open again. Every head turned, and a collective gasp echoed through the hall.

Standing in the doorway, looking as if they had just walked out of a dream, were Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Remus's familiar, kind eyes scanned the crowd, and Tonks's hair, vibrant and ever-changing, matched her expression of awe.

"Remus! Tonks!" cried Harry, breaking through the throng to reach them. He threw his arms around his old mentor and friend, the relief and joy evident on his face.

"We're back," Remus murmured, as if testing the words on his tongue. He embraced Harry tightly, feeling the warmth and reality of the moment. "But how?"

Tonks grinned, her eyes bright. "Does it matter? We're here."

The reunited group stood in silent amazement, taking in the reality of the moment. Fred felt a warmth in his chest seeing them alive and well, recalling the countless times they had fought side by side.

Professor McGonagall approached, her eyes reflecting both relief and curiosity. "Welcome back," she said, her voice gentle. "It seems we have a mystery to solve. None of us understand how or why, but you're all here, and that's what matters."

Remus nodded, glancing around at the familiar faces. "Indeed. We'll have to piece this together, but for now, let's cherish this moment."

Tonks's grin widened. "Always the pragmatist, Remus. Let's just enjoy being back for a bit, shall we?"

As the Great Hall filled with laughter and tears of joy, the newly reunited family embraced the chance to be together again. They knew they had much to uncover and understand, but for now, they basked in the miracle of their return.

Fred, standing with his twin, looked around at the faces of their friends and family. He felt a renewed sense of purpose and hope. Whatever brought them back, they would face it together, as one strong, united front.

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