After a forbidden night with Ser Criston Cole, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is forced by her father, King Viserys, to drink the moon tea and protect her honor. To shield her image further, she weds Ser Laenor Velaryon, and together they move to Drift...
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May 2nd, 1999
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
It had been a year since the end of one of the most brutal wars the Wizarding World had ever endured.
A year no longer spent running, hiding, or fighting to survive.
Twelve months had passed since Dahlia Aemma Potter—together with her family, friends, and companions—had finally defeated Lord Voldemort and his legion of Death Eaters. In that year, the survivors began the slow work of mending the ties broken by conflict, as a fractured society struggled to knit itself together again for the sake of generations to come.
On this particular day, Hogwarts opened its doors to a great gathering: a reunion of those who had once fought in the Second Wizarding War.
The Great Hall was alive with sound, packed with witches, wizards, and even magical creatures, their voices rising in a hum of shared stories—some painful, others joyful—as they recalled the moments that had defined them.
Nearly eighteen now, Dahlia sat at the center of the Gryffindor table, Teddy Lupin perched comfortably on her lap.
Around her, her friends formed a familiar circle: Ron and Hermione sat across from her, Ginny at her left, and Luna at her right. At Ron's side were the Weasley twins and Angelina Johnson, while beside Hermione sat Neville, Hannah Abbott, and Astoria Greengrass. To Ginny's left were Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and the Patil twins. Beside Luna sat Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe.
Across the aisle, at the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson watched from behind Ron and Hermione. Directly opposite them sat Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, their pale faces caught in the flicker of candlelight.
At the front of the Great Hall, the adults sat in clusters of conversation. Professor McGonagall, now Headmistress of Hogwarts, presided at the center of the High Table. To her left were Professors Sprout and Trelawney, tiny Professor Flitwick perched on his seat, Rubeus Hagrid towering beside them, and the rest of the Weasley family gathered in a proud line. To her right sat Professor Snape, his expression unreadable, alongside Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks with her bright hair, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Professor Slughorn.
What startled many was the presence of Rita Skeeter, quill in hand and notebook at the ready, prowling the hall as she cornered guests for interviews—no doubt gathering material for her next book.
By now, most of the visitors had already gone home. The hall was quieter, the echoes softer, as those who remained lingered in reminiscence, swapping stories of the years before, during, and after the war.
Then came the sharp clink, clink, clink of silver against glass. All eyes turned to the High Table, where Professor McGonagall had risen to her feet, her gaze commanding the room.
