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Nineteen people sat in a vague circle-like shape on the beach in the middle of the night. An almost full moon hung low over the group. They ranged in age from ten to twenty, and they were the children of the Weasleys, Potters, Scamandars, Longbottoms, Lupins, and Malfoys. The eldest, Teddy Lupin, stood up and, his bright blue hair almost glowing, began to speak.

"Thanks for coming out here, everyone," he said, smiling at everyone. There was a general murmur of acknowledgement, and then he went on. "We should have had this meeting a long time ago, but it's been hard. Even now not everyone's here."

"Who isn't?" asked Albus Potter, who was twelve.

"The other Slytherins," replied Molly Weasley, who was going into her fifth year in the Slytherin House.

"Some of my friends," added Lily, Albus's younger sister, who was ten.

"Okay, let's not get into a list," Teddy called over the erupting conversations. "Basically, the people who are harder to reach in the summer. But we have nineteen, and we can spread it to our friends too. Me and Victoire won't have too many people to tell, but the rest of you can tell during school."

He paused. The crash of waves could be heard clearly, and somebody coughed quietly.

"Me, Victoire, Rose, Nelson, and Dom came up with this. We wanted to talk about who we are, as a generation. What we mean. You know?" he hesitated, a little embarrassed. "Our parents... Their whole lives were spent fighting Voldemort. They gave up their teenage years. What we have now, they didn't. They were, you know, a tragedy. Harry and Ron were talking to me about this a few weeks ago, which gave me the original idea. They told me they were proud of how I've lived my life so far, and they were glad I had the chance."

Victoire stood up. "Mum and Dad said a lot of the same things to me the day after I graduated. They were talking about us - all of us, all their kids - having the chances we do. We aren't soldiers. We're really, really lucky."

"Exactly," Teddy agreed. "And I think some of us have been taking that for granted." James looked down, embarrassed, and Scorpius bit his lip. Teddy continued. "But even though they had such a hard time, they came out alive. Most of them did, I mean. Some didn't..." He closed his eyes briefly. "But the ones who did, they got on. They made it. They had us. They could have chosen to stop everything, to just let it go. To be too scared to let life go on. They weren't. They made a whole new generation. A new chance. For all of us."

"Out of the ashes of their lives, we rose," Victoire said softly. "We are phoenixes, born from fire, making the world a better place."

"It's our turn to live," Teddy said seriously, his voice ringing through the silent group. "We have to live for them too, not just us. We have a responsibility to them. We need to make our lives worth what they went through to give it to us."

Dominique, Nelson, and Rose stood up. "So we need to make a pact," Dominique told their listeners. "To make sure we do things right."

"To be brave and strong and happy. To make our parents proud," added Nelson.

"To take advantage of the opportunities we have. The ones our parents didn't," Victoire explained.

"We can't waste it," Rose finished.

"Everyone, stand," Teddy said. The others obeyed. As one, almost as though they were reading each others' minds, they joined hands.

"We so swear," Victoire said, strength in her quiet voice.

"We so swear," the rest echoed. Then there was a brief silence, but no one let broke the circle.

None of them ever knew who started, or at least no one ever admitted it, but someone raised their wand and shot off golden sparks. As everyone else followed suit, the sky became aglow with all the different colors.

And in this way, nineteen phoenixes rose from the ashes of the past; and they held true to their pact; and forever the sky shone with their light.