Cole found himself in a wasteland. He could see a beast below collecting magic. This is what had to look forward to, for entirety?

"Hello father." Cole turned around with a gasp, other Halflings were down here too? A woman just a few years younger than himself was standing there with two young boys. "You look so young father."

"I think you're mistaken." The woman smiled, he couldn't remember.

"The thing is, we're family. We're family from a different reality."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"The thing is, father. This place, this place is outside of time and space. It's a nothingness. We're here because part of us is human."

"Okay, but I still don't understand." The woman delicately touched the side of his face. Horror struck, had Phoebe met him down here? No, no it wasn't Phoebe. Her eyes, her eyes matched the ones Cole had seen in the mirror every day of his existence, they were his eyes.

"Still impatient as ever father. You're no longer a king, mind you."

"Obviously," Cole rolled his eyes. He walked around the one, inspecting the boys, who had yet to say anything. "So if what you are saying is true, shouldn't you in an alternate hell? Or be living in this reality?"

"Like I said, this place is outside time and space. We all go down in the same way, regardless of the reality."

"If you're truly my daughter, wouldn't your mother be pregnant with you still?"

"I won't survive."

"Phoebe wouldn't do that."

"It's nothing she did. She tried to protect me, but without the proper help I do not survive."

"So in both realities you die? How did this happen?"

"Sadly, I had made the choice myself. I couldn't live in a world without my children anymore. But now we are reunited." Vivian pulled her sons close, smiling. Deep down, it hurt to say, but she didn't have her daughter with them. All she could hope is that her innocence had protected her. Maybe to be born again, to functional family? To a mother who prized her.

"But you shouldn't be here? If you weren't intended to be born, you would just be…"

"Unborn?" Vivian shrugged her shoulders. "Unborn. Dead. Either way I'm not a part of the world of the living. I'm my own paradox in this time line, I shouldn't be here, but the choices I made previously landed me here." Cole shook his head again, she spoke so sure about this time bending. "Don't think too hard on the matter. It took me a long time to wrap my head around the purpose of my birth."

"To be my daughter?"

"To protect a man from death."

"Who is that?"

"A vile man. He died several years ago in this reality."

"How would you protect a man from death when you aren't meant to be born in this reality?"

"He saved me and in turn I save him. I have my children. My children were the key to his survival."

"But, how? How does a dead man save a baby years later, who in turn prevents his death?" Vivian sat down on a rock, beckoning him to sit among the children.

"Come here, let me tell you about my life."

Thanks for reading! I left this little extra bit to possibly leading into oneshot's about life after Harry's decision. So be on the lookout for those!