(Foreword by Lily Luna Potter)
It had been a very quiet and uneventful week in the wizarding world, something that no one had quite gotten used to again yet. Even those who had been at Hogwarts that night, who had seen him die with their own eyes, couldn't quite believe it. People were still being incredibly cautious. Not just those that should have been, either. That is to say, that it wasn't just deatheaters and the various other supporters of Voldemort who were being cautious but also the very people you'd expect to be leading the way through this new era; the Weasley's, the Longbottom's, even the Lovegood's. They had scarcely been seen all week. The great Harry Potter really truthfully hadn't been seen since he'd left Hogwarts after the battle. Some believed he was holed up in The Burrow or was resting at 12 Grimmauld Place, but the only people that knew for sure were the very people you were least likely to see.
You see, while this week – the first Voldemort free week – should have been a time for celebrating, for rejoicing the defeat of the tyrannous dictator… and yet, almost everyone was incredibly forlorn, because almost everyone had lost someone close to them and everyone knew someone who'd died for the cause.
So, with all the mourning and the crying and the funeral planning/attending it had been an incredibly fun-free time. That was until a stranger arrived in town; a young witch by the name of Cassandra Isador. In the week after this very uneventful week she went from house to house collecting stories from every witch and wizard she could find and she wrote them ll down in book, this book as it just so happens… and she called it "The Ways in Which We Live". Some people told her their entire life story, others told her simply of one profound moment in their lives, but nearly all those she asked included something about a loved one they'd lost in the fight against Voldemort. And so, through her book she gave the dead one last chance to be heard and the ability to be remembered for all time.