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After the War: A series of drabbles about the second generation (and life after the war). Will vary in characters, plot, length, style perhaps, and mood.
I've been on Holiday for a month so I've been hand writing a lot of things. Finally I decided that these 'stories' were never going to come to fruition but that some of the scenes were still useable as drabbles. So here we are.
Scars:
Al hated summer homework. Honestly, why would he want to read over the summer when he could be out playing with his friends or his cousins?
"Hey Al, you've been working on that essay a while. What say you we go challenge Uncle Ron and Hugo to a game of Quidditch?" Harry asked.
"That'd be great! I want to go out for the house team this year! I know James'll get Seeker but I think I can be a pretty good Chaser." Al shoved his homework aside and headed to the hall closet.
"Gin, you gonna come help us out?" he asked his wife who was busy writing her usual Quidditch report.
"I'd love to. Someone's got to keep you boys in line." She smiled before calling upstairs to her two other children. "James! Lily!"
"Hey dad," Al began as Harry reached into the broom cupboard to get their brooms. "How did you get that scar on your hand?"
Harry looked down at his hand; barely visible words were etched permanently into his skin 'I must not tell lies'. "It's nothing Al."
"Oh bologna Harry!" Ginny huffed. Harry was taken aback by her outburst. She was usually so calm.
"There was this awful woman named Dolores Umbridge –"
"You really don't need to tell him Gin –"
"I want to know." Al insisted.
"She used to make students do lines."
"Gin it's in the past –"
"And she would use a special quill that wrote the lines in blood –"
"You'll only frighten him."
"The students own blood. Your dad stood up against her about Voldemort and she made him do so many lines it left a scar on his hand. But he rebelled and fought for what he believed in. And that is how he got that scar." Ginny said, then she turned to Harry, "Scars are important Harry; they make us who we are."