The Reveal of the Sorting and Timeskip

The air in the Great Hall buzzed with anticipation as the first-year students stood nervously in a line, their wide eyes darting between the enchanted ceiling and the imposing staff table. Among them stood Celeste, Orion, Lyra, Felix, and Aurelie, each with a unique blend of excitement and apprehension.

Celeste glanced at her siblings, her shimmering nebula-like eyes betraying the curiosity she struggled to contain. "It's just a hat," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

"Yeah, a hat that can see into your soul," Lyra teased, nudging Felix, who smirked mischievously.

"Or explode," Felix added, recalling their father's exaggerated tale from earlier.

Orion stood stoically, his arms crossed. "It's a process. They put the hat on your head, and it chooses based on who you are. Nothing to worry about."

Aurelie's calming presence seemed to soothe her siblings, but even she couldn't hide her faint nervousness. "Whatever happens," she said softly, "we're all going to be amazing."

The Sorting Hat itself sat on a stool at the center of the hall, its patched brim and tattered folds illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Professor Longbottom—Neville, now much older and weathered—called out the names one by one.

When it was Celeste's turn, the hall fell silent. She approached the stool with a deep breath, sitting as the hat was placed on her head.

"Ah, what a mind," the Hat said softly in her ear. "Sharp as a dagger, with a will to match. And yet… oh, the ambition. Slytherin, of course!"

The hall erupted in applause as Celeste joined the Slytherin table, her parents' house.

Next came Orion. His steady demeanor seemed unshaken as the Hat pondered. "You have cunning, yes… and patience. But beneath that calm exterior, a hunger for greatness. Slytherin is where you belong."

Lyra and Felix were sorted quickly, the Hat noting their shared tenacity and resourcefulness. "Slytherin for both of you!"

Finally, Aurelie approached the stool. As the Hat touched her head, it hesitated. "Such compassion, but an edge of determination too. A rare balance… and perfect for Slytherin."

The Potter siblings sat together, greeted warmly by their new housemates, their nervousness replaced by pride. Across the Great Hall, Harry and his wives, concealed behind subtle glamours, exchanged knowing smiles.

Thousands of Years Later

The ancient ruins of London stretched out before the team of Aurors, the air heavy with the remnants of forgotten magic. Time had worn away the Ministry of Magic, but even thousands of years later, the faint scars of Harry Potter's legendary battles remained etched into the landscape.

Among the team were Elara Potter and Kael Black, direct descendants of Harry and Daphne, and Harry and Tracey, respectively. Their robes bore the insignia of elite Aurors, their movements confident but respectful of the history surrounding them.

"Can you feel it?" Elara asked, brushing her auburn hair back as she knelt to examine a cracked wand.

Kael nodded, his sharp features illuminated by a soft Lumos spell. "Residual magic everywhere. This wasn't just a battle—it was chaos. Voldemort's forces must've thrown everything they had here."

As the team moved deeper into the ruins, they discovered inscriptions and artifacts, including shattered fragments of the Fountain of Magical Brethren. One inscription caught Elara's eye:

"For those who fought, for those who fell, for those who believed."

Kael ran a hand over the faded words. "The final stand of the Order of the Phoenix."

Their discoveries sparked awe and reverence among the team, but they knew they were far from uncovering all the secrets buried here.

High above the scene, Harry and his wives watched from the ethereal plane they now called home. They had spent millennia enjoying each other's company, raising generations of children, and guiding their descendants from the shadows. But even immortality couldn't stave off boredom forever.

"I can't believe we're still watching ruins of our old fights," Harry said, running a hand through his hair.

"You're the one who can't let go of the past," Daphne teased, lounging beside him. Her beauty, like that of all his wives, had only grown more radiant with time.

"You do get sentimental," Tracey added, smirking.

Harry sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up. "Well, I'm bored! I've been Death for ages, and I've barely stretched my legs across the universe. What's the point of being all-powerful if I don't see what else is out there?"

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "You want to leave us for some grand adventure?"

"Not leave," Harry corrected quickly, pulling four gleaming bracelets from the air. "I want to stay in touch. These will let us talk, no matter where I go. Video calls, holograms, even hugs if I can tweak the magic enough."

Hermione studied the bracelets, impressed despite herself. "A brilliant bit of transdimensional communication magic."

The wives exchanged glances, a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Go, mon amour," Fleur said with a soft laugh. "You'll be insufferable otherwise. But don't you dare forget about us."

"Forget you?" Harry pulled them all into a group hug. "Never. You're coming with me in spirit—literally. I'll call all the time."

With their blessings and promises exchanged, Harry prepared for his journey, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes as he stepped into the unknown, ready to explore what lay beyond the stars.

AN: The Harry Potter World is coming to an end and YOU have the choice to decide how this Story moves on, tell me what world you would like Harry to travel to, maybe have his wives or just one join him and help along with his journey. This and much more, are options of possible futures, just comment what you want and in Tomorrow 's Chapter, all shall be revealed. Bye-Bye!