Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I also don't own "Will you be my daddy?" That goes to the wonderful FanofBellaandEdward.
The battle was over and the wizarding world was both in the mist of mourning and celebration. Hogwarts' sentient magic could sense the despair of its occupants and decided to give a few of her defenders a bit of reassurance that life would get better.
A call went through her halls like that of the Greek Sirens- it collected those chosen few to the headmaster's office. When all were in attendance it sealed the door, floo, and windows making its occupants unreachable and without escape. Those she called were such:
As soon as the room was sealed the call ended and they broke out of their trance. The room was instantly filled with noise;
"How did I get here?"
"The door won't open!"
"Neither will the windows!"
"The floo's blacked too!"
Were among the exclamations that rang through the room; all of this was accompanied by a baby's cry as the sound was too much for little Teddy Lupin's sensitive ears to handle. Noticing the distress of his godson Harry quickly cast a silencing charm on the room's occupants. Causing them to look towards the only sound left…a wailing Teddy and a cooing Harry who was trying to calm his godson.
At the same moment an ethereal voice floated through the room;
"Fear not my defenders. It is I Hogwarts who has brought you here. You needed to see that the future holds hope for you; that life will go on. To that I will present you a manuscript that will tell of your lives nine years into the future. It will reveal some truths about your personalities; though a few of you are here will not be mentioned often or at all you will still learn some valuable information about your loved ones."
The voice drifted off and the before mentioned manuscript landed with a soft thump on the desk. Its title read, "Will you be my daddy?" by: FanofBellaandEdward.