[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

Remus opened the door, looked down, and found Angie, the four-year-old daughter of the landlady, Mrs. Robinson.The Robinsons rented him a room at a discount after Remus protected the two of them from the chaotic streets during a Death Eater attack, promising to stay there as long as he stayed out of the neighborhood on a full moon night .They often asked Remus to take care of their daughter when they went out to work, and this trust was more important to him than this residence.

"I can't play with you today, Angie." Remus said as softly as possible, his throat seemed to be filled with shards of glass, "I'm going out today."

"Are you going to beat the bad guys?"

"No." Remus raised his head and closed his eyes, hoping that the little girl didn't see anything. "There are no bad guys anymore. The bad guys have been beaten away. There will be no bad guys to hurt you again."

"So did some good people die?" Angie asked, Remus was taken aback and accidentally let tears flow, "My mother said that there are many good people like you fighting bad people, and when the bad people are driven away, Many good people die too. To die is to sleep forever, and the soul goes to heaven."

The werewolf wiped his face carelessly and knelt down in front of Angie so that he could talk to her face to face.

"Yes, my friends died, and I had to officiate at their funerals, and I had to—" The lump in his chest rose, grew, and stuck in Remus' throat so he couldn't make a sound, he could only watch The sugar cube that suddenly appeared in front of him was in a daze.

Angie had both of her coat pockets rummaged out, and her big blue eyes looked expectantly at Remus, who took the candies, not knowing what else to do.

"I'm so sorry, Lemmy." Angie stuffed back the empty pocket, her big blue eyes were sincere and pure.

"everything will be fine."

Tim Thomas pulled out his carefully prepared rings, which had been sitting in his pocket for months.He hadn't figured out how to tell his Muggle girlfriend everything - magic, war, and how he loved her like his life.Now he decides that nothing is more important than immediate happiness.

"You know I never mind churches or white dresses or unwed mothers." Dana looked up at her boyfriend—or, fiancé? "So, why now?"

"Because, I guess I'm starting to believe," Tim Thomas said, letting the soft strands of hair slide through his fingers, "that everything will be alright."

At the end of the song, Alice and Frank Longbottom ended the dance with a difficult lift, and many spectators whistled.

"It's been too long since I haven't danced, and my body is stiff." Alice said, thin beads of sweat glistened under the light on her round and happy face.Her husband gazed at her adoringly.

"We could buy a gramophone and dance every night," Frank suggested.

Alice kissed her husband on the cheek, "Tomorrow."

"it is good."

"Now let's go home quickly," she said, walking towards the door with her husband on her arm. "It's already eleven o'clock, and Augusta will be bored to death by Neville."

"No wonder, she likes it to death." She used a joking tone, and Frank also laughed, "Is the date satisfactory, Mrs. Longbottom?"

"You are very agreeable, Mr. Longbottom."

Walking out of the ballroom, the two of them reached for their wands at the same time, only to find that the one making the noise was a wild cat, and they couldn't help but smile at each other.

"It's hard to remember the war is over," Frank said.

"We've had a lot of time to get used to it." Alice leaned towards him, "everything will be fine."

Molly holds her little girl, not yet four months old, with thin, soft red hair peeking out from the brim of a hand-knit beanie, and the same brown eyes as her mother.

"Harry's child, isn't he only one year old?" Molly gently rocked her body to put her daughter to sleep. "I remember he was born in summer, a few months younger than Ron."

Arthur sat in the chair opposite her, teasing his younger son with a toy car.

"Yes, dear." He pushed his glasses, which were crooked by Ron, "I heard they gave Harry to be raised by a Muggle couple."

"It's so pitiful, he has no parents at such a young age, and he has to live with Muggles!" Molly sighed, "I hope they can take good care of him!"

"In the future, Ron and Harry will go to school in the same year." Arthur poked his younger son's face, "Ron, by then, you should be good friends with Harry!"

The little red-haired boy finally snatched the toy car from his father and giggled.There was a loud bang upstairs, which must have been the fault of the twins, but this moment of peace and quiet was so rare that neither of the parents wanted to move.

"Can Bill handle it?" Molly asked worriedly.

"Of course, trust our firstborn, sweetheart," Arthur reassured. "He's grown up."

Molly put Ginny in the cradle and burst into tears, and both Arthur and Ron ran to him.

"I'm fine, oh, I'm just so happy!" she sobbed, "Gideon, Fabian, my brothers... I—I thought we'd all—would be killed! We It's safe, Bill - it's school time, Ginny, Ron, George, Fred, Percy, Charlie, it's all safe! We can watch the children grow up, Arthur! Merlin bless the Potter family The children, my God, the children are safe..."

Ron grabbed his mother's hand in bewilderment and shoved his toy car inside.Arthur stroked his wife's back again and again, feeling a little choked up for a while.

"It's okay, we're all fine." He trembled, "everything will be fine."

Amelia Bones laid a bouquet at the memorial of her parents and brother as she visited her family for the first time since the funeral.It was no longer risky to do so, and the Death Eaters were in jail, unable to spend time around cemeteries and kidnap relatives and friends of victims.

"The war is over, and everyone says Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. I doubt it, Edgar," she said. "I don't believe a one-year-old boy could have killed Voldemort. It certainly There is a problem, he killed you all, but lost to a baby? I can't believe it..."

"But it looks like it's really over. People who didn't believe it now believe it. I can't seem to do anything about it. No one wants to hear bad news, no one wants to keep vigilant and wait for Voldemort to come back. The nightmare is over Now, the good times have begun."

"Sorry, I can't help you with anything."

She bit her lip, trying her best not to let the tears flow down, but in the end, there were still dots of circular water stains on the ground.Amelia wasn't the only one crying, with mourners pouring out, hugging and even crying across the country.No one would blame a 17-year-old orphaned by war for a few tears.

"Oh, Susan has been able to walk recently, and Helena is very troubled by knocking down everything that can be reached at home every day..." She continued, "They are all safe, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

The boat escorting the prisoners was ups and downs in the wind and waves, and the atmosphere in the cabin was oppressive. Many people were wondering whether it would be better to die in the sea than their destination.

The one with the heaviest shackles among them has the most relaxed posture.The eldest son of the Black family leaned against the corner of the cage, closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring the whispers around him.As much reason as he had to be happy about the disaster of his inmates, he had as many reasons to be heartbroken over it.

Sirius knew that even though it had nothing to do with him, everything would be fine.

"I told her!" Petunia stalked the bedroom furiously. "Wands, spells, goddamn mouse teacups and that arrogant lunatic she married! These craps are going to kill her sooner or later." Well now, I have to babysit the cub for her, the . . . monster like them.” She stopped and took a deep breath, then screamed like the air was burning her lungs, "My God! My God, Vernon..."

Her husband stepped forward, and he could always easily embrace her, but he carefully placed his wife in the center of his chest, becoming a wall that densely covered her whole body.Petunia buried her face deep in that embrace, some part of her horrified to realize that the freshly laundered shirt was going to be a mess, but she didn't give a damn. "Oh God...Lily..."

"It's okay, Petunia, it's okay. We won't, and that kid won't have anything to do with those freaks." Vernon Dursley printed a series of soft kisses on the top of his wife's hair, "Everything Everything will be fine."

***

everything will be fine.

Although the big-eyed girl didn't know that the down-and-out werewolf would walk into the school again many years later, teaching many children enough knowledge to benefit them for life.

everything will be fine.

Although the dark-skinned man doesn't know that his fiancée will never wait for his promised wedding, his son will choose the same path as him in another dark time.

everything will be fine.

Though the Aurors don't know that the prelude to their terrible fate has just risen, their son will rise to the next war with the same conviction as they do.

everything will be fine.

Even though the red-haired parents didn't know what future they and the boy would become each other's family, it was amazing how brave and good each of their children was.

everything will be fine.

Though the grieving girl doesn't know how powerful she has potential, she will fight for the innocent until the blood stains the ground beneath her feet.

everything will be fine.

Although the dark-haired man didn't know that he would eventually break free from prison and become one of the most important guardians in the life of his best friend's son.

everything will be fine.

Although the Muggle couple didn't know that the baby with the nasty scar had the power to change the world and would form a near-brotherhood with their son in the distant future.

***

We know that when the last note falls, the audience cheers, and the musicians leave the stage, the show is going exactly as they hoped.

But at this moment, the majestic symphony is in the middle. Some people have stopped picking up instruments since then, some have tuned carefully, and some are breathing peacefully, waiting for their own melody to be played.

And between movements, there is no applause.

(End of the article)