They did it, they returned to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, to a very different world. There are two boys in their Durmstrang robes and Ludo Bagman calling out

“Krum, Delacour, Diggory, Potter! And now – silence please all. The first task. Retrieving a golden egg …” his voice tailed off and Charlie brought on, as predicted the Swedish Short-Snout. I didn’t want these memories to keep reliving. Not only did it feel like the pain kept coming back but it felt like I, we, were ruining their memory in some way. I know it sounds stupid but that just happened to be how I felt. As we carried on Hermione blocked the spell from Albus and it allowed Cedric to transfigure a stone into a dog.
Something that we had been working on for some time, just the two of us.
So far so good.

We got back to 2020, and yet somehow it was still a Dark World.

We ran to the lake. The dementors had found us. Hermione sacrificed herself for Scorpius, Ron sacrificed himself for Hermione and Scorpius and Uncle Severus sacrificed himself as always for those he loved.

I couldn’t live with myself. I couldn’t live in the knowledge that my children were not here.

That I wasn’t me anymore. Life may have been different but it wasn’t better.

I did not want this life. Any of it.

When we got back, we were by the lake. The words were ringing in my ears. “tell Albus Severus – I’m proud he carries my name.” Why did he always do it? Every time? No matter which world, he was my brilliant uncle. And would always say the right thing.

I ran and ran and BOOM it was like hitting a brick wall.