"It could be in years, when we're all old and wrinkled. It could be not as long-maybe two years. Maybe it'll be a few months-one month. Maybe it'll be next week. Maybe it'll be today." *My version of what James and Lily's last night might've been like

The war is over, and all is well, they say, but the wounds remain unhealed. Bitterness divides the Houses of Hogwarts. Can the first children born since the war's end begin a new era, or will the enmities of their parents be their permanent legacy?