Javine Lestrange

“Is there any new information, Daddy?” asked Lillian. Remus and Sirius fell silent and Abigail put down the book she had been engrossed in. Harry looked around at his expectant family. “Well, yes,” he admitted, “there have been rumours of Dementor rebellions and a reform in the North.” Abigail looked up at him, her eyes wide. “What is the ministry going to do about it?” Twenty years after the end of the second war, when the shattered lives have been pieced together and the memories of the terror have finally begun to fade... the horrors borne by those who came before us begin to resurface. They call us the children of the war, the survivors, but they can't see what we really are. We are scarred.