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A/N: I think this one has been my favourite so far, it was lovely to write. I think Rolf seems quite charming, though there are some sections I'm not sure about. If I've made mistakes or anything, please tell me. Reviews are brilliant, if you have the time!

World

'You old fool, in the name of Merlin, stop printing those ridiculous articles. I've been in this business all my life, and I can tell you for fact that those ludicrous creatures do not exist. I'd be willing to place my career on it.'

Rolf's father writes to Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of the Quibbler. He gives the letter to Rolf to post, and watches him as he runs up the stairs to where their owl roosts.

He receives no reply to his letter, and no stopping of the articles. Thus, he writes another letter, and tells Rolf to send that one too, more urgently this time.

His father writes dozens of letters, all unanswered and seemingly ignored. Rolf tells his father not to get angry, that it doesn't matter.

Rolf can't help but feel a little bad, because the truth is, he never sends the letters. Not one. Just because his father doesn't believe, doesn't mean that he doesn't. He is in silent, secret awe of this Xenophilius Lovegood, with his unabashed beliefs. The world is a big place, and Rolf wants to believe that those things are out there.

Death

'Can you see them?' Luna asks, her back to him as she standing a little in front of it.

'See what?' He replies, confusing. All he see is a field, a little darker than the other, but a field nonetheless. He wonders if she is seeing something small, so that he has to look for it. Her gaze seems to be fixed somewhere in the middle, on nothing in particular.

'Have you ever seen anyone die?'

Rolf nods and shakes his head, at the same time. 'Creatures, yes. But a person, not directly. Someone I managed to save, and someone else when I was with my father. I - I - I closed my eyes.'

Luna turns her head for a minute and her gaze fixes on him. 'Maybe you just don't want to see them.'

'I hope I never do, Luna. I'm so sorry you can.' Luna nods in agreement of his statement.

She tells him of their beauty and familiarity. Rolf can't see any beauty in death, and he's glad, and sad that Luna can. Luna doesn't seem to mind that she can see them, she seems at peace with them. Rolf can't help but see how different they truly are, though he loves her all the more for it.

Romance

Rolf looks over at Luna, sitting in a rocking chair identical to his. She still looks like the slender wisp of the woman he fell in love with countless years ago, but her hair is silver and her face is lined. Her eyes are shut and she appears to not be moving.

Some people might be worried that she was no longer breathing, she is so still. But Rolf doesn't move to check. He knows her better than he knows himself, he knows what to look for. The vague quirk of her lip as she smiles at something known only to her, the tilt of her head so slight that she might not have done it.

He never sits with his eyes shut. Never. How could he, when such an interesting and wonderful being is sitting so close, doing nothing and yet everything all at once. She is exquisite.

Some love seems to fade over time, like the flower wilts. Some love turns to necessity or habit. Some love, that hazy inclination that may well never have truly been there in the first place, seems to dry up completely, like the water of a well no longer used.

The love Rolf has for Luna is like a candle, still blazing as strongly and brightly as the first day he met her, every second they spent together, every second apart, every second she spent haunting his mind with her lovely, strange ways, simply fan the fire. Rolf hopes it doesn't goes out. He knows it never will.

Friends

'This is Harry and Ginny, and James.

'This is Ron and Hermione.

'This is Neville and Hannah, and Alice.'

He can't help but be overwhelmed by the amount of people Luna knows, all of whom she calls friends, and all of whom treat her with love and friendship in return. She has already told him that there were times when she didn't have friends. Rolf told her the same in reply. Except, unlike Luna, he never really found a place, a group of friends where he felt completely accepted.

At the end of the evening, Rolf shakes their hands enthusiastically, and receive hugs from several people who were strangers before now. His enthusiasm isn't because of the stories the papers still tell frequently of the courageousness of Harry, Hermione and Ron, and Neville. Ginny and Hannah are rarely mentioned as heroes, though he knows through Luna that they are. No, he shakes their hands and hugs them affectionately because they have accepted him already, they already feel like friends to him.

Hate

There is no fantasy in Rolf's life. There is reality, a reality that he loves and that constantly surprises him. Sometimes he doesn't like it. But he never hates it.

There are some people who he hears saying how much they want to change their lives, to move house, to get a new job, to have more money.

Rolf just pities those people. How awful it must be to hate ones life so much to actually wish to change it. To want to improve is one thing, to hate is another, and it isn't something he can truly comprehend. Hate isn't a word which often crosses his mind, and for that he is so very thankful.

School

Luna gives each of the boys a cork necklace and a Dirigible Plum. Rolf doesn't have anything to give them. He doesn't want them to leave. He can't remember life without them, and all he can seem to think is that it's going to be so quiet. He was looking forward to having more time to be with Luna, but now he can't believe they're going.

Rolf never went to school, as his father decided he'd rather have him travelling with him and teach him himself. Somehow, this just makes it even harder for Rolf to be enthusiastic. He is, though, and he isn't pretending. Actually, he's rather jealous. This experience is going to be so wonderful for his sons. He can't pretend that he isn't jealous of this school, too. It'll see his boys grow in a way that he'll miss.

He hugs Lysander for a long time, and his is the same sort of hug as his mother's. He hugs Lorcan, though he breaks away sooner, far more excited and not wanting to pretend to be afraid to leave. Lorcan is the one who leaps off the train minutes before it leaves to give his father an extra long hug. Rolf's heart leaps as he whispers 'Don't worry, I'll write every day.'

Grief

When Lorcan dies, Lysander's emotions take over, just as they always have in the past. His grief is immense. Luna moves like a ghost, treading but leaving no mark, crying silently and frequently, refusing to be comforted. Luna's grief is intense but she files it away, for she seems to know that she will see him again soon.

Rolf's grief is harsh and painful, like nothing he has ever felt before. It is his son, the boy he watched grow, watched go to school, achieve and explore. He loved his sons more than he ever thought he could love anyone. To lose a son is inconceivable. His friends apologise, their faces sad and wet with tears, but they don't understand the loss and they seem to know it. A heaviness is cast over them all, a stubborn heaviness which takes far too long to shift.

He cries quietly and doesn't eat for days. He has to be taken home immediately after the funeral by Neville.

A parent shouldn't have to bury their children, and it is a blow that Rolf never quite manages to recover from.

Birth

A baby with sparse, red hair is tucked into his wife's arms. The baby is their goddaughter. Luna's and his. He can't understand why they want him to be her godparent too, but as Harry pointed out, they'd known each other for nearly four years and they'd trust him and Luna until the very end. Rolf had been flattered and delighted, and had given Harry a warm hug.

'Lily Luna.' She whispers over and over again, as if she can't believe the tiny miracle she is holding. Rolf can't believe it, either. There is a small bulge hiding under Luna's dress, and seeing this baby, this lovely, tiny baby makes him want their child now. His impatience is a sin, but he falls to it every time.

Rolf moves closer and grins, wondering if there is anything more amazing than this, this miracle. Lily Luna is loved already, by her parents, her brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, godparents.

Around seven months later, when the twins (twins!), Lorcan and Lysander are born , Rolf knows that no moment, no wonder in his life will ever equal this one.

Life

'The trick to life, my little Dragons, is to enjoy it.'

His sons are wide eyed little children, the same silvery-grey eyes are their mother's, and the short blonde curls. They don't appreciate the wisdom of his years. They are far too young, though he knew that when he told them.

He repeats it to them over the years, and to his goddaughter and grandchildren. It becomes a small family joke for them, as they finish it before he can now. There is never any doubting the truth of it, however.

Rolf has enjoyed almost every moment of his, and he thinks that Luna probably has too. He wants his children to love their lives too. He wants to think that he can help them achieve that. Theirs is a family of laughter when their children are young, and Lysander's is all jokes and brightness. Lorcan seems happy, too. Lysander's happiness, he never doubts. Lorcan goes through times, of great, obvious happiness, and of times when he has to push himself to even pretend. Rolf can never tell whether or not it is genuine, but he hopes it is, and he has no reason to think otherwise.

Life has been kind, so kind to him, and he doesn't want to think that those he loves haven't enjoyed it as much as he has.

Family

The cover of Luna's book reads, More Wonderful, Magical Creatures, by Luna Scamander. On the first page of the book, underneath where the title and Luna's name are repeated, a line reads, Researched and edited with help of Rolf Scamander. They wanted his name with Luna's on the front, but he declined. It is her book, not his, and he doesn't want the fame which might come with it.

But he and Luna spent years discovering each new creature, watching it's mating habits, researching it's sleeping and eating patterns, tracking it's behaviour. They spent weeks meticulously planning and writing and editing the book.

Every word of it is true.

The creatures other people doubted, when his Luna had no doubt of them being real, existed.

Rolf sends home a copy of the book to his father, beaming as their owl disappears over the horizon. His father may have doubted, but Rolf never stopped believing. And when he looks at the life and the family he has built whilst on the quest of discovery, Merlin, is he glad of that.