Ever since she was little, Rose loved to hear stories. Her father and her uncle told her plenty of their own adventures, but her favorites were the ones told by her mother. Even though her aunt was the journalist in the family, Rose thought that Hermione's stories were far better, because they were accompanied by explanations, anecdotes, book recommendations and careful study.

One of her favorite books that accompanied the stories she heard so often was The Tales of Beedle The Bard. To almost anyone else it would seem like a fairly regular book, but she knew it had once belonged to one of the wisest headmasters in Hogwarts. The symbol, drawn by ink on the cover, represented the deathly hallows. Two of which belonged to her uncle. He didn't dare use them anymore though they had won him the war against Voldemort, years ago.

A real waste, she thought.

Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh-years had history class together today, and as usual, Rose was on time. Her fiery red hair was pinned up in a ponytail, a hairstyle she got accustomed to since she got on the Gryffindor quidditch team. As always she was followed by a group of close friends, all of them from her own house.

She found her way to the front desk and was quickly joined by the group. She avoided the stare of the Slytherin boys - her cousin and Malfoy - who now looked for a place in the back of the class.

Professor Beans whent appeared floating through a wall, and started his lecture, being as dull a speaker as ever. But she didn't mind that. She was actually interested in that class. The First Great Wizarding War. She wrote down every word, not wanting to miss anything. The professor had started by talking about the Hallows, and how their symbol was used by Grindelwald as he searched for them in order to gain the power to expose and bring war to the wizarding world.

At this her hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, miss Granger-Weasley" the professor said, clearly startled by the fact that anyone was actually paying attention.

"But sir, Grindelwald, in his early days at least, had the help of Albus Dumbledore, and both of them searched for a way, to, in their view, free the Wizarding World. Is it not unfair to say that he intentionally seeked war? Is it not fair to fight against the tyranny of those in power? The statute of secrecy is certainly not exempt of any criticism is it?"

"Certainly not Miss Granger, but criticism and armed fighting are two very different things, aren't they? Grindelwald committed several atrocities in order to try and change the Wizarding World, including murder."

"Yes, but isn't war necessary in order to fight a corrupt government? Isn't that what we did when Voldemort took over the Ministry?"

Albus just couldn't keep quiet anymore. He spoke, without even raising his hand.

"My father fought for freedom for all people, and to stop the atrocities Voldemort committed against anyone he deemed unworthy, including your mother. Are you trying to compare him to a mass murderer and Dark Wizard?"

Rose realized no one was sleeping in class anymore. Everyone stared, looking back and forth between her and Albus as if they were watching the most interesting of the tennis matches.

Rose simply smiled.

"Your father fought bravely for the Wizarding World. He freed us from a tyrant who thought it right to divide us. He had help from my parents of course, but ultimately, his best help came from the fact that he, at one point, was the rightful owner of all the Deathly Hallows and consequently, the Master of Death. I and, I imagine, almost everyone here - she shot Scorpius a disdainful look - have the highest regards for your father as well as for the Headmaster you were named after, and he was one of Grindelwald's closest allies."

"Yes, right up until he defeated him a duel and left him to rot in his own prison for the remainder of his life." he sneered.

"Not for ideological conflict, but because while arguing with his brother, his sister got hit by a spell and died! He was obviously hurt by the possibility the Grindelwald could have been the causer of Ariana's death - which, by the way, there's no way of knowing if he was - but he was still the man who believed their plans were for the greater good. Everyone here has read his letter..." She looked around to her classmates, all eyes on her and continued "And in his Death, even while being tortured, he wouldn't reveal to Voldemort the true owner of the wand, as stated by Harry Potter himself! Does that seem like a man who wants war and nothing else?"

She paused and then answered her own question, righteous fire glistening in her eyes as she gave her speech.

"No... I think it's too easy for the Ministry - the easily corruptible Ministry to paint him as a villain and a monster, when he was only trying to change the very rule that divides us! Before the statute of secrecy even the Malfoy's had relations with muggles and this great prejudice against muggleborns was not nearly as big as it was thirty years ago!"

At the mention of the Malfoy family, Albus got up protectively. Scorpius held him back, clearly trying to get him to sit back down. The blond haired boy tried to avoid conflict, clearly used to being a target of his classmates disdain. His relationship with Rose, which he thought would get better after fourth year, had only gotten worse since she had started dabbling on the study of the Hallows and it's magical history.

Rose, on the other hand, ignored them both.

"I for one, think the bravest thing we can do is revise history with our own eyes in order to judge what's right and wrong. I think we need to stop being afraid of changes, when they can mean a positive change. The wizarding world lacks unity because we keep attributing blame to each other instead of acknowledging what truly makes us feel powerless - the constant need for us to hid what we are. Couldn't the whole world be made better if aware of our talents? Don't we owe that to not only wizards, but mankind? Isn't that the bold thing to do?"

Professor Beans didn't seem to be able to resume his class after all the clapping. There was a feeling of general awe in the air as she finished her speech. The Gryffindors cheered louder than anyone as she simply smiled.

Some of the Slytherins went along with it, but they were quite divided, a lot of them of them having heard from their parents the consequences of being in the wrong side of the war. Scorpius, was more apprehensive than anyone, but said nothing and simply tried to calm down his best friend, who was know boiling with rage.

Both of the Slytherin boys knew, that was the start of a new chapter of History.