The second wizard war ended with the death of Lord Voldimort. Hogwarts was destroyed. The Ministry was destroyed. Much of what the wizarding world had known was destroyed. Voldimorts dark shadow persisted long after he was vanquished. Some followers still carried out his bidding. Some out of ignorance of his death. Some out of fear that he hadn't really died. Some because, because they still believed it was right.
Years passed and that sense of normal never has returned. The buildings looked as they once did. The streets bustle like before. But loved ones are still missing. Those who lived through it still see them as they walk by familiar places. Ghosts of their imagination. And it hurts all over again.
But as the memories become more distant, carefree memories of those untouched by those insidious events replace them.
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