Luna Lovegood-Weasley was old, old and tired. Time had been more of a burden, more of a trial, than any war she had encountered in her lifetime. Time had weakened her mind and destroyed her body, but at least she was still alive.

Sitting in a wooden rocking chair she swayed forward and backwards watching her great-grand children scrambling around the family living room. It seemed like only yesterday she watched Ron playing with their newborn son in that room, but it wasn't only yesterday, it was almost 65 years ago.

Had it really been that long?

Her granddaughter, Genevieve Finnigan, came rushing in to the room, attempting to collect her children. Moans of disappointment started to sound and Luna let out a chuckle.

“Genevieve, leave Liam and Alyson here. I'm sure Ronald and I can watch them,” Luna stated in a motherly tone, motioning the two young children over. Echoes of the word “pleeeeeeeeeease” were heard, directed at the reluctant mother, until Genevieve finally let out a sigh and conceded.

“Fine, but I expect to pick you up tomorrow morning, no exceptions,” A chorus of high-pitched yeas sounded and the children went back to their games. Genevieve made her way over to Luna and kneeled so they were about the same height.

“Gran, are you sure Grandpa and you can handle them? A group of five-year-old children are a handful and you are getting older,” The younger woman stated in a calm voice. Luna reached out and grabbed her hand, placing a kiss on the knuckles she shooed her granddaughter on her way.

She had raised over 17 children. She knew how it was done.

Later that night the sleepy children lay around the fire place warming their feet and roasting marshmallows. All was quiet until Rosalie Weasley spoke up.

“Gran, tell us a story,” She asked, oh so sweetly. The other children soon joined their cousin in the pleading, and Luna came up with an idea.

“Well this is a story about a princess, named Ginny, and a prince named Draco.

This story is called Teenage Actor.”