A long long long story.. summed up
"Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, three teenagers escaped a very dangerous bank -run by Goblins and people who want them dead- on the back of a blind dragon. They flew over lands and seas desperately trying to lose their pursuers. The dragon descended. Flying just above the surface of a lake. The three teenagers decided to jump. And that they did.
Soaking wet and drenched all the way through, the teenagers struggled up the shore. The fierce wind attacked them, making it harder and harder to move. The beautiful girl raised her wand and spoke this incantation, "Incendio". A blue flame appeared, and the girl quickly caught it in a jar, warming them up.
Days turned into weeks, weeks transitioned into months and the teenagers finally returned to their home. Only, it wasn't their home anymore. The rules changed while they had their adventure, new professors roamed the halls, and life-sucking monsters guarded the grounds. No one was safe anymore. They couldn't let anyone know, apart from their trusted friends, that they returned.
The fire blazed brightly, the teenagers were on brooms flying as fast as they can to escape. Shouts sounded, and the boys flew to them. They grabbed the two boys balancing on a stack of unwanted items. They may be enemies, but burning alive is a terrible way to die. Out of the room, they flew, escaping the man-eating flames. The teenagers reentered the battle...
Silence was all there was in the forest. No animals were heard. The boy with the lightning scar walked under his invisibility cloak, his parents' ghosts accompanying him to his foretold death.
Green light collided with red. It exploded in colourful energy waves. Something no one has seen before. The deadly display will determine the outcome of everything happening. Determined faces are set to win. The duel of the century.
The wand fell out of the human snake's hand. He disintegrated into black ash. Cheers could be heard throughout the courtyard. The battle ended. Everyone rejoiced. We won, Voldemort died, and we caught the death eaters. We finally had peace."
"Until we had you three little devils."
Hermione picked up her daughter, tickling her under the neck. The little girl started giggling. Hermione and Ron put their children down to sleep and snuck out of the room, leaving their kids snoring peacefully.
The end