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　　 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 as brightly as the blue light of the portal did. The silhouette of Hogwarts cast a shadow over the grassfield the portal had led to, which was the exact place they'd left from. However, Ronald Weasley was nowhere to be found. Neither was Luna Lovegood, nor Neville Longbottom. The sapphire-blue with silver lacing blankets and honey-yellow blankets with black engravings knitted through the yellow fabric had gone with them and worries began to set in that they'd not gone back to where they'd come from.

Harry glanced down at his clothes, which had changed without his knowledge. The heavy Narnian knight uniforms that they'd been given by Glenstorm had changed into the dark red graduation gown that he was wearing before. Even the cap that was just slightly too tight for his head had magically appeared again, even though he'd taken it off halfway throughout the ceremony and purposefully lost it.

Charlotte's hand glided into his as her other arm was still linked with Hermione's. 'Am I the only one that hears music?' she asked, her brows furrowed together as she tried to hear the melody of the song.

Hermione's eyes grew wider and she began pulling Charlotte and Harry towards the castle. Memories of things she'd never witnessed overflowed her, the newly created history catching them up to speed. As she saw herself in her graduation gown, which she thought she'd lost forever, she was reminded that today was their graduation day once again.

The trio raced through the tall grass, leaving a deep trail behind them. The courtyard that led to the Great Hall was filled to the brim with proud family members and friends who were here for the Hogwarts graduates of 1998. The large Weasley family could be easily spotted by sheer mass and red hair only. It didn't happen often that so many redheads were gathered in such close proximity.

'Ah Harry, there you are. We were already wondering where you'd gone.'

Harry slowly turned around, his face in a frown from the unfamiliar and yet familiar voice, and let go of Charlotte's hand. Before him were James and Lily Potter.

Shock overwhelmed him as he simply looked at them. They'd been his reason to fight back in Narnia and while a part of him had hoped that by defeating Riddle, he'd finally truly meet his parents, he still couldn't believe it. But they were here. Right before him. He thought to himself that his response must've been odd to his parents, but he couldn't care about that. He wondered whether or not they knew about what he'd accomplished in Narnia, or anyone for that matter. Would he get into trouble if he told them about his time-travels? He didn't even know what his parents were like as actual parents.

He choked on his sobs until he was crying. He jumped into their arms and hugged them so tightly, the muscles in his arms began beating in the same rhythm as his heart.

Hermione and Charlotte had noticed all the others that had perished before. Neville was standing ever so proudly in the midst of his grandmother and parents, his pet frog resting on his shoulder. Ron was being teased by both Fred and George, and Charlotte teared up from the happiness that George was radiating once more.

Harry's shoulder shook even more violently as he saw Sirius Black and Remus Lupin walk onto the courtyard. They seemed less old than he remembered them being, the wrinkles not having cut as deep into their skin yet.

'What's the matter with my godson?' Sirius asked, not being able to tell whether Harry was upset or crying out of pure happiness.

'Nothing. Nothing's wrong,' Harry said and cleared his throat. 'I'm just happy to be graduating.'

'Ah,' Sirius said meaningfully and rested his chin onto his hand. 'I'd be crying from relief too, then.' He was met with a playful smack against his arm from James, who glared at him. Despite Sirius' best efforts, he wasn't always the best influence on Harry.

The longer Harry was among his family, the more he began remembering. It was odd having these new memories and while he wished he could have truly lived through them, the recollections still felt real. The birthdays, the Christmases, the summers full of adventures. All was one enormous cloud of bliss as the terrible memories of the Second World War began to slowly fade away.

The clock struck twice as the guests of the graduation were asked to go inside. Lily pulled Harry into another embrace and Harry closed his eyes to enjoy the first hug his mother ever gave him. 'We're so proud of you, darling. We'll see you inside,' she said and left a kiss on the crown of his head before going into the Great Hall with James, Sirius and Remus.

Harry looked at Charlotte and Hermione, his eyes still a little swollen and red. It was time for a new round of graduation, but this time, Harry didn't dread going into it. This time, he had his family watching him, their smiles so proud and wide, he could see them all the way from the front of the Great Hall. . .

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　　 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 celebrations lasted until deep in the night. The Weasleys had extended an invitation towards every family of Ron's friends and set up a colossal tent where everyone drank, danced, toasted and ate. It wasn't until early morning that they stood up at the crack of dawn and used floo powder to travel quickly to Diagon Alley. Harry could vaguely remember using the floo powder at the Weasleys before and mispronouncing the name of where he wanted to go, so this time around, he was certain to pronounce his words clearly.

Ollivanders' distinct exterior distinguished itself from the other stores surrounding it. Two roundings jumped out of the building, the once beautifully polished wood splintered over the years. On the roundings was written in bold, golden letters OLLIVANDERS, though the once vivid gold colours had faded into a soft golden-yellow. Charlotte could swear that the windows of the two roundings used to be smeared with dust as Garrick Ollivander rarely could find the time to clean them. However, the glass seemed to shine in the soft, vermillion sunrays, as Charlotte caught a glimpse of her own reflection.

With a hesitant step, Charlotte was the first to enter and she glanced around the familiar, cosy shop. The walls were still stacked to the point of almost overflowing with wands that kept on changing even when nobody ever noticed. For every wand that left, another one was made. Right above the door, it might've said MAKERS OF FINE WANDS SINCE 382 B.C., the Ollivanders' wands were more than simply fine.

Their exquisite standard had been passed on from generation to generation, their skill to pick out the perfect wand for others making Charlotte wonder that perhaps every Ollivander possessed some sort of legilimency with how accurate their guesses were.

The bell of the door rang through the silence shop, the floorboard creaking underneath Charlotte's feet as she walked towards the white-washed, make-shift counter. She'd never seen the shop completely empty, not ever. There were always witches and wizards in dire need of a wand or reparations.

'Hello?' she called out. 'Is somebody here?'

'I don't think there's anyone here,' Hermione mumbled after a few minutes of no response. 'They could be anywhere, they went back at least five decades. . .'

The curtains above flew open as Victoria walked out into the store. She rested her hands on the railing atop the oaken wooden staircase. 'What a nice surprise,' she said, the corners of her lips curling upwards. Seemingly nothing had changed about Victoria's hair as she regularly dyed it into the red colours of what her hair used to be naturally. There were wrinkles surrounding the creases of her eyes and the corners of her lips. Her wrinkles told the tale of her happy life. 'Everyone, we have guests,' she said as she slowly descended the stairs.

Edmund came out next, his hair a dark, silvery grey. He gestured for the others to come down to the shop as well, and peeking out of the curtains were Alexis, Peter, Lucy, Kiano, Chrys and Susan Pevensie. They gathered down the stairs and allowed themselves to stand in a moment of silence.

Charlotte had to look twice when they all came downstairs. She'd seen them yesterday, still in their very early twenties, and now, they were old. Either in their mid-seventies or pushing eighties, they were no longer the freshly-graduated young adults.

'I don't think you've met our sister yet,' Lucy said and gestured to Susan. 'This is Susan.' Much like with Victoria, Lucy had the same feel to her as before. She still possessed an innocence and kindness that could be hard to hold onto. She was standing next to Kiano, who after all these years, remained his protective arm around her.

Harry, Charlotte and Hermione greeted Susan as she politely returned the favour. Seeing the three young witches and wizard reminded Chrys of Aiden. She would still think about him many times and as she'd promised herself half a century ago, she'd never forgotten him and she never let anyone around her that knew him, forget him either. However, she had moved on when she met Susan Pevensie six years after Aiden had passed.

'Where is Eustace?' Charlotte asked when she realised he wasn't there.

'He's in Narnia, actually,' Alexis answered as she leaned against Peter. 'He decided to stay after ten years of going back and forth. He lives in Anvard with Raiden.'

Over the course of the past fifty-something years, Eustace, the Pevensies, and their spouses had lived in both Narnia and earth. With the ability to create portals between both of the world and with Victoria's precise accuracy, they could freely travel between worlds and through earthly time. They would live one year in Narnia and then a year back on earth. Susan Pevensie might not have been able to return to Narnia before, because she didn't believe anymore, meeting Chrys had changed her. Chrys showed her the beauty of belief and magic, and reminded Susan how much she loved Narnia.

After ten years of going back and forth each year, Eustace had made the same decision as Florence to stay in Narnia. He no longer wanted to be away from Raiden for an entire year, and especially after getting disowned from his own parents, he felt more at home in Narnia.

There were periods when the Pevensies would either stay in Narnia for a few more years at the time and then back to earth. Their children all grew up in Narnia, until it was their time to go to Hogwarts. Only Kiano and Lucy had two daughters with no magical abilities, so it was no wonder to them when their daughters decided they wanted to reside in Narnia too.

However, with the shop in Victoria's hands, Bellicose wanted nothing more than to help her run the store. While Victoria ran around selling wands to their rightful owner and at times stayed up until dawn crafting a new wand, the other three kept themselves busy with assisting her getting the right wands that were usually scattered across the shop. They kept track of inventory and tidied up, as Victoria slowly taught them all about wandlore and crafting wands. Even the Pevensies oftentimes ran through the shop to help wherever they could.

'Come upstairs, I'll make some tea. We have so much catching up to do,' Victoria said and took the lead in ascending the stairs.

And there was. The Ministry definitely didn't know all details of what had happened in Narnia, but they did know that the threat of Grindelwald was averted partly by Bellicose. Victoria's lifelong dream to become a member of the Order of Merlin had become a reality, as they'd been publicly praised for their bravery and determination.

The world would never know about the horrors that Tom Riddle Jr., or better known as Lord Voldemort during his reign of terror, would've eventually ensued had he not been stopped before it could've happened. The world might've never known, but they did, and that would always be 𝑩𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴. . .

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