Prologue
I sighed as I looked to my husband. We lay there motionless not sure what to say. I study his features thinking back on how much he had changed since we were in school, Slytherin Prince who would have gladly called himself a king, and I was the Ravenclaw Duchess who would have rather have been called a peasant. We were lying on the cold hard ground starring at the sky. We had, had, a very long day, and lying there thinking in silence seemed to be mending the bruises.
I reflect back on our childhood, thinking about how different everything was. I used to be disgusted by the very thought of him. Now as I starred at him, there was no disgust, just admiration. I hated who he used to be and I love who he has become. I had so many hated memories of him, but now we laughed at most of them. Some we can't laugh at, it'll only cause pain and agony.
We both had a past that neither of us was proud of, although, admittedly, his was a much darker past than mine. I hate that as I look at my husband I am the only one of us who sees how much he has changed. He still feels that he is the terrible person he once was. I for one know that it is part of the past.
My husband looks into my eyes, and all I see is his pain. People kept coming after him because of his past accusing him of terrible things, terrible things that he had absolutely nothing to do with. That was the hard part about being married to a former death eater. I could sympathize coming from a family of death eaters. I was the blood traitor of the family. My father and my brother were both death eaters. I was ashamed of my family, and ironically they were ashamed of me.
My father, my brother, and father-in-law were all in Azkaban prison. They were all rounded up by aurors. Kingsley Shacklebolt, was the auror who arrested my father, and he also arrested my brother. Kingsley was now the Minister of Magic.
My husband, my Slytherin Prince. He was haunted by his past and fearful of the future. If he could only see the changes that I had seen. Years ago I would've said that he was a dirty rotten prat! Now as I look at him I don't see a prat, I see a noble man who has paid for his mistakes. I see a man now understands what side he's on and why it is the right side.
Life was hard on him after the war. I was still at school opening up a broader and brighter future for myself, while he was struggling to get a job. He had his mother but they were struggling to make ends meet.
Even though I had school life was hard on me too. I had to find for myself with my mother long gone, and my father and brother locked up in Azkaban. I ended up getting lucky, Harley Macnair found me and took me in until I was of age.
It was hard on everyone.
I remembered seeing Kingsley Shacklebolt take my father and brother away. People expected me to look down ashamed. I just starred. Emotionless. They deserved what they had coming.