The End

She dusted the leather-wrapped book off, and while clutching it tight against her, set off through the large house to the living room. Placing herself in a comfy armchair, she looked through all the pictures, magic making them move, and lived again the memories that had passed long ago.

She had been twenty-one, and he thirty-four, when they had married. It had been a small wedding; her bouquet was only three white roses, her robe simple and white, and his black. Only their closest friends had attended.

She had been twenty-three when their first child was born. It was a girl, and they named her Adela, after Trinity's late sister. Adela was just like her mother. She had blonde hair, and navy-blue eyes. She was small and petite, but with a figure to die for. She was kind, sweet, and as clever as they came. Her parents were so proud when she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She was loved and adored by all who knew her, and had many friends.

Their second child was born two years later. Derek was just like his father: cold, calculating, cunning, and distant. He had black hair, and black eyes. He did, however, have a friend. Yes, wherever Derek was, red haired and green-eyed Mariah Potter was also. Both friends were sorted into Slytherin.

Two years later, their third child was born. Jhon was the first and last in their brood to have to wear glasses. Derek had blonde hair and black eyes. Jhon was a bookworm, he never went anywhere without one. He spent all day reading, and studying. It was no surprise when he was sorted into Ravenclaw. Jhon spent most of his years at Hogwarts alone. Many people had attempted to befriend him, but he stayed away from the crowd. He was also the first of their brood to become a registered Animagus. His form was a quick-witted fox. He taunted Derek mercilessly with this ability.

Another two years, their forth child was born. Their son, Mark, was a pretty boy, as his sister called him. Coal-black glossy hair, and deep midnight-blue eyes accentuated his pointed face. He was tall and lean, and always jumped at the chance to play quiditch. His parents were slightly surprised when he was sorted into Griffindor, but supported him and loved him anyway. He knew everyone at Hogwarts, and was friends with almost all of them.

Two years later, and their last child was born. Or, should she say, their last children were born. Twins Luke and Luthe spent hours upon end with each other. They were identical to the number of hairs on their heads. Luke was the smarter of the two, doing the homework for the both of them, and also helping Luthe study. Luthe was the bully of the two, with the ability to con anyone out of anything. The two rivaled even Fred and George Weasley of being the greatest pranksters Hogwarts had ever seen. The two were sorted into Griffindor.

Trinity closed the book, lest the tears welling up in her eyes drop onto those precious photos. She had lost everyone: her husband, her friends, and her children, even her enemies to the Attack. It had come out of nowhere, it was so unexpected. So many had died. Trinity took the album back to its shelf. With firm determination, Trinity stalked her way outside of the house, and mounted her Asterik* brand broom. Flying high above the house, she let go. She dropped all they way to her death. When Ministry officials found her, they knew that Trinity Snape, saver of the wizarding world, had finally found her way back home.