A/N: This just came to me as I was sitting in my math class. To those who read my other story, Weekend Getaway, I will update ASAP. I can't belive it's been almost a year! Anyway, this is the first chapter of a two-part story.
Sadly, I don't own anything but the plot, it all belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling
*YEARS AFTER THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS*
It was a normal day for Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic. Voldermort had been defeated three years ago today. It was his own rebounding curse that killed him. Death Eaters and known supporters of Voldermort were on the run, same as Order of the Phoenix members and Harry Potter supporters had been doing. The wizarding world no longer lived in fear. They were free to be as they wished. Werewolves were no longer shunned from society. Kingsley sighed. 'If only Remus was here. He would be happy to know how the world has changed for werewolves and for the better to'
Three years ago today, Voldermort was destroyed. The lives of Remus Lupin, Lily Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Ted Tonks, and Nympadora Tonks were avenged. Three years since little Teddy Lupin was orphaned. Three years since Harry Potter lost the closest person he had to a father.
It was this Kingsley Shacklebolt was thinking of when six people entered his office. Six people who died fighting for a better world. Six people who nobody thought they would see again.