I Mark The Hour

Lily POV:

'So this is goodbye?' I whisper to my son and boyfriend. In just an hour I will remember none of this, go back to hating the future love of my life, and not know of my son, or how he will grow up. I lean my head on James's shoulder, only to find something wet drop on my head. I glance up and both my boy's eyes are leaking from under their glasses.

'I'll miss you, mum, dad', Harry whispers to us.

'We'll miss you to son.' James hugs Harry and smiles down at him. 'We're so proud of you, youngest seeker of the century-' I hit him gently on the arm, 'we care about your other accomplishments to though, quidditch is hardly your greatest achievement.' They both look at me funny. 'Do you know how hard it is to get onto the team-' James begins before I cut him off, 'what I was trying to say, is that we'll miss you and just remember that we love you, okay.'

'I love you too, mum' 

Older Ginny POV:

'I'll miss you Fred,' I hug my past brother tightly, before moving out of the way so the rest of the family can take their turn. Mum cried for an hour when she first saw her lost son, she cried even harder when told he had to go back home.

We've all hugged our brother, now its just him and George, we decide to give the two of them some space, going over to talk quietly and say our goodbyes to the younger versions of me, Ron and George, who grins sadly at us, his eyes darting over to his twin. Its become a new habit of his, constant checks to see if Fred's okay.

'Goodbye', I whisper, quiet enough so that no one but George (older) can hear. We share a small smile, we grew closer after the war. I move away from the pair of them, to give them their moment. For the first time in twenty years, I has become we, it is heart-breaking to know it can't last.

Luna POV:

I wander over to where Fred and George are saying there last goodbyes. I've already spoken to my other self, I can't wait to find real proof of nargles. Anyway, I tap Fred on the shoulder to ask if he's okay. To my surprise he turns round.

'oh. Hey Luna.'

'Hello.' I say awkwardly. 'Are you alright?'

He grins slightly. 'I'll be fine.' I'm about to leave him when he grabs my arm. 'Hey, Luna,' 'yes?' 'um, so I didn't really get the courage to do this in time for our last ball, but if we ever have another, would you...'

I beam at him. 'I'd love too.'

Victorie POV:

I watch Remus and Teddy exchange hugs, Sirius standing closely by them. Teddy is older and taller than his father, right now, it must be quite strange. I can't hear the words they are exchanging but from their facial expressions, I can tell they are bittersweet. Sadness mingles with joy as a father says goodbye to the son he should never have met.

Hermione, older, coughs quietly, not wanting to end the goodbyes to quickly. I tap Teddy on the shoulder, to alert him, I can see others doing the same. 

No one needs to say, anything, we all know what has to happen. Those who need to leave, prepare to do so, joining hands to form a circle in the centre of the room. Teddy has just enough time to give his father a wave goodbye, before they are gone, apparating off, to someplace we will never know of. It breaks my heart.

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Fred POV:

We stand in a straight line outside Hermione's office. There is a cauldron, brimming with a bubbling gold substance, emitting smoke smelling faintly of parchment. I glance towards Luna,  who grins back at me, nervously.

Older Hermione takes in a breath and briefly closes her eyes, I brace myself for what will come. My eyes wander over and hazel brown meets bright green.

'Obliviate!'

Ginger hair, joking shops, a blue, pink ballgown. Chicken for dinner and Christmas at the burrow. Flickering lights and a laughing red haired girl. A swirl of images and my mind focuses on one thing before everything disappears from my brain.  A smiling blonde reaches out a hand. A girl dances under the stars, the moon, her namesake. The reason I chose this path flickers between lightbulbs, dancing, dancing. The lightbulbs dim, they keep on dimming until I can no longer see the girl with the golden smile and everything goes black.

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All that was left standing was a pile of golden dust, that began to float gently away with the breeze...