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Exhausted by what seemed days of exploring and dizzy with thirst and hunger, Scorpius had laid down in a corner of what looked like a more welcoming place and sank in an agitated sleep, populated by nightmares. Hadn't he been this fatigued, maybe the young Malfoy would have noticed that the soil beneath his body was no longer rock and stone but a silver sand bed.
He had only thought it'd be more comfortable to sleep on this than just the dark stone; someone had had the same idea, just twenty meters away laid a worn out suitcase and something had been trying to escape. The old luggage lock finally gave up and a tiny paw emerged from it, followed by a very plump and furry body. Seeing Scorpius asleep, sniffing something attracting, the small creature began searching the boy's pocket until it found the golden artefact. Scorpius woke up suddenly, catching the little thief.
"A niffler!" said Scorpius, surprised.

Scorpius was lost. Totally, completely lost and he cursed himself for being such an imbecile, going on such an expedition all by himself. Aberforth Dumbledore's former tavern had always been the  place for adventurous sorcerers and people with dubious virtues, why did he liked the place so much? He and Albus Severus spent so many hours there, trying to learn what was forbidden at Hogwarts, through bits of conversations and Weasley's ears spying stuff. Now that Aberforth was back, it had been crowded with all sorts of people, even "creatures" he couldn't identify. Hiding in his cellar had been easy, the man wasn't too enclined on cleaning. What he had learned there, he's had to hide it from everyone, even Albus. Now he regretted bitterly, cause he was alone and starving.

In the Forbidden Forest, James Potter was seated on an old oak tree stump, marking one of the entrance to the Lost Realm. Smoking a pipe, he was laughing with Lupin, Tonks and their son, Teddy. "Aren't we supposed to verify their identity?" gestured Teddy to the families of wizards crossing the threshold with all sorts of luggages. Potter shrugged: "Do you see me acting as some sort of customs officer? I'd be totally... riddikulus!" and he laughed along with Lupin. Both looked like fresh student barely out of Hogwarts and Teddy who was now 25, wondered if they had aged at all in their head. No one was now anxious about Rolf Scamander's disappeance or the absence of news on the Malfoy's expedition.
"When shall we depart for good? The gates won't stay open for ever you know" replied Lupin, looking at the dark cloud twirling beyond the old tree.
"I shall leave tomorrow; Lily says they've found several cities, all empty now and I must secure the whole family and you my friends some nice place to stay."
Lupin frowned "I wonder where the people who owned those places went."   

in Godric's hollow, Lily has had to faced a crowd of concerned wizards and witches who demanded explanations and protection.
Why didn't they revived Draco's wife to prevent his son Scorpius to wander in the Lost Realm unaccompagnied?" Calmly, Lily had gestured them to sit and explained. "I am not here to ressuscitate every witch who has died a natural death, only those who passed away during the war against the Death Eaters and Tom Riddle's victims."
Neville stood and asked: "Why is that and why didn't you do nothing to save my parents?"
Lily: "I don't have that kind of powers, Neville. I am no healer, all I can do is give back years to those who died. (seeing that they did not understand) Like a life transfusion. We've agreed between Severus, Aberforth and I to shorten our long life to give it back to those we failed to save back then. Draco's mother didn't die because of us."

Albus Severus Potter stood sheepishly beside his father and Draco in the majestic hall of Malfoy's manor, feeling abashed and genuinely concerned by his friend "elopement" in the Realm, looking for a necromancer who could revive his recently deceased mother, Astoria Greengrass.
Harry was feeling sorry for Draco; how would he live if Ginny had died and Albus or James had disappeared in this "Realm" where no one had set foot but a handful of dead people, now ressuscitated. He had barely knew his mother but her absence of reaction before Draco's anguish did not reassure him. Was that person really his mother? And Snape? Aberforth? What were their intentions?
Draco came again. "I cannot find my father. I wonder if he hasn't gone to find Scorpius."

Draco faced Aberforth, Lily and all the crowd of wizards who were gawping at the heated exchange. He rolled up his sleeve to show his left forearm and a cry of anguish rose from them. The Death Eater's mark was there, red as if it had been carved yesterday and pulsating. The snake was moving and Potter sensed his scar burn for the first time in almost twenty years.
"How do you explain this?" asked Draco aggressively. "You've let people enter the realm without knowing a thing about it; now the poor idiots have disappeared, where's Lovegood's husband with his magical creatures? And do tell me where is my son, Scorpius?"
Albus Severus Potter sensed his knees abandon him.
"I... he told me he wanted to find a necromancer but I didn't take him seriously. I think he has managed to pass the threshold, since the Malfoys are gardians of the Realm's gates and such. He... said he wanted to see his Ma again. I'm sorry Mr Malfoy, I had no idea he could do it!"

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Awe! look at your adorable grand -daughter

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my great grand baby daughter is born
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7/13/2025 at 8:24am,
healthy & beautiful…
weighing in at 8lbs 13oz and 19” long.

  her star / satelite  is the Moon  
  ~  My new Moon Child  🌛🌝🌜