Arrivals [Next Generation]

Epilogue

— Arrivals: Epilogue —

               AFTER BOTH ALBUS AND SCORPIUS disappeared, the arrivals were left alone with their past families and waited nervously to see what was to come. Molly Weasley went and made everyone cookies and sandwiches while Dumbledore obliviated Snape and Moody and sent them on their way.

      Dominique spoke with her younger father, as well as Louise, and they all bantered together. Mostly Louise and Dominque as they understood each other's jokes, Bill just sat there observing his children and comparing them to himself and Fleur, the girl who he was helping learn english.

      Fred II and Roxanne were with Fred I and George, the future twins spoke highly of the joke shop the older twins had started and shared the inventions they made to them. Fred was very impressed by the flying dungbombs that targeted liars, a prank created by Ron, of all people. George was more impressed by the fact that his future children were as excited about mischief as he and his twin was.

     Lucy was with Molly Weasley, helping her prepare sandwiches as they spoke about the future. More specifically Percy's return, Lucy's sister, Molly, and Lucy herself. Rose was with Hermione, gossiping about the love stories Rose grew up on between Hermione and Ron. Ron was with Hugo, playing a game of wizards chess with James rooting for his cousin.

      Lily was left with her mother and father, Harry and Ginny, as they spoke about the future as well. Lily couldn't help but tease her mother who blushed repeatedly at almost anything concerning her and Harry—even normal conversations. Plus, it was fun teasing her mother who was about three years younger than her at the moment.

      That went on for what felt ages, slowly they started to grow nervous as the sky became night. Still, they could remember everything and the arrivals were still there. Hermione kept reassuring them that time passed differently when time turners were involved but it didn't help ease the tension much.

      The tables were cluttered with crumb-covered plates from the many sandwiches everyone ate. Both pairs of the twins were asleep, Fred I and George on the floor while Fred II and Roxanne were on the couch. Everyone else was preparing to go to bed, Molly had even set up extra beds in the many rooms the Grimmauld Place had bewitched inside.

      "James," Lily called, her voice raspy with exhaustion. The boys head, which was previously leaned against the soft cushion of a black leather couch, turned to Lily. "I'm scared, what if Alby and Scorp are hurt?"

       James stood up out of his seat and moved beside Lily, pulling her comfortably into a side hug, "They're alright, Lils, it's different when traveling time, remember?"

       Lily nodded, leaning her head against her brother's shoulder, "I'm sorry we've been harsh to you, you must be as scared as all of us."

      "It's alright," James smiled, "it's my fault anyways, I deserve the yelling."