Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter, If i did many things would have occured with Sirus and cowboy boots, *smirks* I will let that marinate.

We are the few left who really know what happened on that MayDay. On the grounds of that sacared place. We are the ones left to carry the scars of the torture granted upon us. Little Emily Hart was punished with the curcio on a near daily basis. To this day she wont utter a word and has a haunted look in her eyes. She lives her quite exsitance in a little room with yellow walls and drawings of circles, she giggles and stares into the corner where the picture of her older brother Everett sits next to his slightly charred wand.

We all hurt. Nothing can or will change that, A few of us claim to be heroes and some merely forgot what they did. Andrew Young did. Andrew Young left us nearly a month after the rebuilding was complete. The report said it was an accident. But how does one accidently forget to cast a warming charm in the middle of a blizzard? The top charms student in his year. Who always reminded and even offered to cast it for the younger ones. He could never forget the look in the eyes of Lori when he cast a blasting curse right above Maltove Elizard's head, her cousin lay dying under the rubble, and Andrew was caught at that moment wondering why he had to kill him. It hit him, he had saved the lives of Emily Hart, Sliva Brown, and Ariel Smith. Still the hurt and betrayal he felt almost killed him as he stood.

Sometimes we try to hide amongst our fantasies. Ashleigh Howard has taken to being a heartless killer. She was the leader in Ravenclaw, always assisting others with the work, never a harsh word or insult. very powerful with her magic yet never wishing to harm. Her parents were murdered a month before her 5th year and her sisters kidnapped by the elite. She left school to find them, and came back very different. She never helped others nor did she wear the tank tops and shorts she was fond of. I caught her in the shower one day and saw the scars carved into her skin, and the razor blade in her hand. fresh blood poured out of her pale flesh and dripped to the floor at her feet. She didnt smile but had a look of eace on her face that No one had seen since she left. Her sisters were both slient neither speaking or looking at anyone. Everett came and hugged her she screamed. We all knew what price she paid for the safety of her family. During the battle she took on a death toll of over 100. Killing most swiftly and relatively quick. Only stopping to take pleasure in certian males. She now stays on the move and sends the new minstry letters of taunting with the heads of death eaters.

We all knew, Cameron acts as if the world is fine. He makes senseless joke when we feel like crying. I can tell he hurts with the loss of his brother. but he cant stop laughing, he is the most damaged of us all.

We all lived. But sometimes We wish we didnt. WE took lives as children, saw death and war as life, we didnt break rules, we didnt break curfew. At least not for the reasons every other child did. We took a stand for what we believed in and suffered. In war there is no winners. Only those who have survived, and those who havent. I sometimes think that those who are buried in that speaical place are the lucky ones. WE are left to grieve.

I place a flower on the grave of my best friend, along with a letter.

Neville Longbottom,

Bravery is to stand even against fear itself.

*Dear Neville, our child is nearly 3 today. He has your eyes, I miss you everyday. But I swear sometimes I hear you laugh when he gives me that crooked smile.

your love Luna*