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Just so you know, this is just a way for me to provide you with essential dates. If that's not your thing, do directly to Chap I.

Prologue, "God gave us a memory-"

The Second Wizarding War, as it would later be referred as, officially ended May second year 2000. At that time the light and the dark side alike had lost many supporters, both to death and to each other. Wizards and witches shred their coats and showed their true colours, some more surprising than others.

Among the more surprising ones you found the Malfoys. While they did not quite belongs to the category of people the Order preferred to recruit as they still, rather blatantly, showed their disgust and mistrust about working alongside muggleborns and halfbloods. They did adapt though, and Draco Malfoy raised many eyebrows as he saved Hermione Granger from a killing curse in the Final Battle.

It was after Harry Potter finally had finished of the Dark Lord with a bullet through his chest, a suggestion from Hermione as a worthy end of the evil creature that no longer could be called a man, killed by a thing made by the very things he despised the most, that the cleansing begun. Death Eaters were rounded up and faced trials as just and fair as that time allowed, in the end it had been rather clear with side you belonged to, the spies had been found while the war still raged and had been killed without hesitation.

November 13 2005, ironically enough a Friday, had been a day most of Britain would remember, even if they had no recollection of the day itself. It had been an ordinary day for everyone until a Death Eater had been discovered in an abandoned building by a couple of muggles. The man had escaped the building in panic which had only increased as he stepped out on the street. A festival of some sort were held right outside and the man, not too well in the thinking department after being on the run for three years, had started to throw curses around himself without a trace of restraint.

The Ministry of Magic, heavily undermanned, had no chance of saving the day. Muggles in thousands had attended the festival, at least half of them carrying cameras, and the whole thing had been broadcasted live throughout the nation. A week later every British muggle was aware of the fact that they had wizards living within their borders and every wizard knew of this awareness. Chaos the islands had never seen before broke out in the muggle world, they were afraid of what these strange freaks could do to them with such powers in their hands.

In this mess a man rose like a light in the darkness, calming his followers and keeping his calm throughout it all. The muggle Prime Minister, Edward Thorn, held a guiding hand out to the panicked mass and steered them where their eyes and hands were bound. In October 2007, nearly two years after the revelation, he arranged a meeting with the current Minister of Magic, Susan Bones, a very competent witch who despite her young age of only 27 years had done much to reaffirm the economy and social structures after the War.

What seemed like a blessing was indeed too good to be true. On stage, only seconds after shaking the witch's hand, Thorn had shouted out orders for her capture. Her guards and fellow Politians immediately rushed to her side, wands ready, but soon discovered that their wands were of little more help than ordinary sticks. They did not stand a chance against the heavily armed muggle military. In homes all over the country its people could hear the struggle, some responding with a frown and others with joyous exclamations. After all, witchcraft is a sin.

The magical community was, once again, in pieces. Most of them were shocked and horrified about the capture of their minister, but that was not the primary thing on their minds. No, what they feared was the fact that the muggles had somehow managed to cancel out their magic. However they did it the effects did not reach far, every single wizard and witch could still use their magic as they always did, but they had seen and heard the effects on TV or WW.

Not many days later, the first ships left the British shore, filled with elders and children under the age of seventeen. The Magic part of England had completely broken ties with the muggle world after the attack on their minister, only stepping in to take in muggleborns. Precautions were taken, not even the child's parents knew of their offspring's abilities and new location. With a few memory-charms they were left with the impression that their kid had earned a place at a prestigious yet not very well known institute for bright and gifted youngsters, which also believed in learning by experiencing and therefore travelled the world, thus its students were rather hard to reach.

With time the situation seemed to calm down and the Ministry of magic, despite of having the smallest staff since the ministry's very founding, prepared to go into negotiations with the muggle ministry.

Those plans were never put in action. In July the following year the muggles suddenly attacked several of the magical districts completely out of the blue, once again catching the wizards of guard. Diagon Alley, St. Mungo's, the Ministry of Magic and several other locations were completely demolished, not a stone or brick was left unturned. They left a clear message; it was time for a witch hunt, not a single drop of magical blood was to remain unshed.

Half a year later Great Britain was practically abandoned by the wizards, only a handful remained to fight for their right to the country given to them by birth. The escapers were not blamed or frowned upon, after such times they had been through most of them were simply too tired to fight any longer. They had spent five years battling the most feared wizard of all time and when they realised that everything they had fought for went down before they had even built it back up, they just could not take it anymore.

Yet these rebels would not give up. Their number was small and the amount of damage they could create was barely noticeable, but that was not what mattered. They showed the muggles that they still existed, that they would not give up, that their spirits were harder than the bullets that might run through their bodies. Among these people many familiar faces were found, faces belonging to those that once stood up to the evil of wizard kind, now to the evil of the muggle kind.

Surprising to some, less so to others, the leader of this rebellion was Hermione Granger, a woman with a brilliant mind and a sharp tongue, always ready to stand up for those less fortunate, which now was her own people. Behind her she had, as always, her faithful husband and her kind hearted friend along with a blond strategist and several other brave fighters. All of these had sent their children away over the ocean to protect them from the danger that raged at home.

Children that had not seen or heard of their parents for years, but would suddenly become aware of their fathers' and mothers' fates when turning on the television one fateful morning in August, 2017.