AN: I don't own Harry Potter, obviously, or else I wouldn't be writing this on a computer that put me into debt.
Chapter 4: Augusta Longbottom
It was hard, Augusta Longbottom mused silently as she regarded the slumbering forms of her son and daughter-in-law sadly. Poor little Neville, who had been so badly traumatized at what happened to his parents, hadn't made a sound since that day, not even to his own beloved Grandmother, and Frank and Alice will never be able to speak again.
Not to mention her own husband can only visit in the dead of the night, because he was still a target and there were still Death Eaters around, and he was unwilling to put his wife and grandson in danger…
Augusta Longbottom had never felt so alone in her entire life.
And she was suddenly struck with such fury that she decided to put it into words.
Dear Sheep of the Wizarding World,
There was no title more fitting than that Augusta decided with a sniff.
All of this is your fault. My son and daughter-in-law have been tortured into insanity, my husband won't come home because it's too dangerous, and my precious grandson is too traumatized to even look at anyone. And it's your fault.
Augusta didn't even bother to wipe away the tears as they rolled unashamedly down her face.
Had even one of you stood up and said "NO" to the monster that was Voldemort, none of that would have happened. How sad is it that our "Savior" is a fifteen month old baby, and not someone far older and wiser? Albus Dumbledore is supposed to be the one person that Voldemort was afraid of, where was he when my family was being destroyed? Where was he when Muggles were being killed in the streets? Where was he when the Potters were killed? And, for that matter, where were you?
Augusta had finally stopped crying and had started to shake with absolute fury.
There were less than fifty Death Eaters. There were fifty people in my Graduating class. And, more than anything, these pieces of scum are nothing more than average students who were bolstered by a big bully. Why did we, as a society, not do anything?
Augusta paused a moment to try and calm her nerves. She took a large sip of her tea, swallowed, and turned back to her paper.
I will tell you why. Because the Wizarding world is composed of sheep that will do anything if it means that they don't have to work for it. Because the only people willing to fight were the Aurors. Because the Government tied their hands and refused to allow the Aurors to use spells that would put them down for good.
I live in a world of mindless sheep, lead by mindless sheep. And that cost me my entire family.
Augusta paused once again, but this time to look over her letter and see what she should add to it.
I hope that, one day, you will all open your eyes to see what you have caused. Until that day, I blame you for all of the orphans, all of the wounded, and all of the dead.
Signed,
Augusta Longbottom, Regent of the Longbottom Family, mother and grandmother
Augusta sighed as she finished, rolled up the letter, and put it on her bookshelf. One day someone would print it, until then it would sit on her shelf.
She then stood and went to try and convince Neville to eat something.