They begin at it’s first meeting in the Hog’s Head, with Harry looking regal as he explains its purpose, Hermione watching Harry as if to see if he’ll say her words, or his own, and Ron glaring daggers at anyone who looks about to say something rude in the face of the stoic child soldier talking.
There are photos of meetings, with Neville falling backwards onto pillows, Luna delighted over her first patronus, Harry looking at his students’ progress and looking older than a fifteen year old has any right to.
There are photos of the six DA students in the hospital wing after their night in the Department of Mysteries, beat up and bloody, Ron and Neville hosting new scars, Hermione journaling frantically and trying to figure out what it all means, Ginny’s hand on Harry’s back as he mourns Sirius.
There are photos of Neville’s recommencement speech, rousing students from all four houses and telling them the importance of defending themselves, photos of Luna sitting with a group of second years and explaining why they aren’t learning this in class anymore, photos of Ginny demonstrating a Shield Charm so perfect it sparkles in the stale air of the Room of Requirement.
There are photos documenting student injuries, tiny cursive underneath explaining the circumstance of every Crutiatus Curse.
There are photos of fourth year Hufflepuffs perfecting the Sectrumsempra curse on a Room of Requirement dummy, looking angry but proud.
There are photos of the Battle itself, of Death Eaters falling and students sobbing against walls, of teachers rallying their students like troops and siblings choosing sides.
The photos stop with one of Antonin Dolhov, with green light shooting towards the boy holding the camera.
Neville keeps all of Colin’s photos in his office. On the days where he wonders why he’s teaching at all, he pulls them out to watch the student’s side of the Second Wizarding War.
The most underrated moment in Percy Jackson is when Percy comes out of the river Styx and literally beats Hades undead army, and then beats Hades in a fight, almost stabbing him in the face for the hell of it
It’s been thirteen years since you married Loki. It was really weird having this big, sophisticated wedding in Asgard with all those acient rituals and garment. Your familly was very alienated at first but over time they started to have fun.
Now you and Loki are happy parents of triplets. Magical triplets. All of them inharited their dad’s powers. Altough they have to be trained. You were glad that your husband promised to take care of it.
“Honey, I need to… WHAT THE HELL???” you shouted as you saw your children dressed up in armors and running inside labirynth which out of nowhere appeared in your garden
“They’re children of Loki of Asgard and Midgardian Y/N. All burdened with glorius purposes.”
“I know, I meant those armors and labirynth. You were supposed to teach them”
“Yes. But even in this bright year of freedom we need to be prepared. And now I have an army” he said with proud father’s tone
You tried not to laugh and scold him but you failed miserably.
“Just don’t hurt them. Or don’t let them hurt you.”
“Promise.” Loki smiled and started giving commands to your infants