Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies, atishoo, atishoo, and we all fall down, ashes in the water, ashes in the sea, we all jump up, one two three. All jk Rowlings. I don't know if the nursery rymes are really British? Please review.

"hello" Mrs Carter said. They where in the large sitting room, drinking butterbeer. "why would you lie to us?" Hope asked. Her voice was venomous and bitter. Mrs Carter looked as though she would cry.

"Hope, we were trying to do the right thing for all of you. We thought if we lied, then you could at least have a happy child hood." Hope scowled. "but we wouldn't have been thrown in to this world with no preparation! I wouldn't have gone to Azkaban! I wouldn't have been raped!"

Mrs Carter looked at her pleadingly. "Hope, don't you understand? I didn't want you to grow up knowing that you were doomed. Think about it, growing up as a 7 year old talking about how you were going to be a fire fighter or a doctor or a ballerina. How could I say that you'd never be able to have a decent job? "

Bellatrix began to giggle, and then she began chanting an old Wizarding child's nursery rhyme.

" no job for werewolves save on their back

From any other give them the sack.

If you ever meet a vampire

Make them a funarel pyre.

Should you ever greet a hag,

Quickly turn it into your bag.

All these vicious monsters rare,

They'll eat you, if you show them care. "

Grindelwald placed an arm on Bellatrix's shoulder. "it's an old children's song, sung by pure bloods to their children." "that awful!" Hope spluttered. "you shouldn't encourage your children to sing songs about persecution!" Grindelwald smiled slightly. "true" said bellatrix, "but don't muggle children sing about execution for not paying bills, and the plague?"

Hope frowned, verses of Oranges and Lemons, and ring a ring a roses flitting through her head. "yes. But execution and the plague aren't inspiring violence against other people!"

"are they not?" argued Bellatrix softly. "when will you pay me, said the bell of old Bailey, when I grow rich, said the bell of shorditch, when will that be said the bell of Stepney, I do not know said the great bell of bo, here comes the candle to light you to bed, here comes the chopper to chop of your head, chip chop, chip, chop the last man's dead! " Bellatrix yelled the dead part, raising her wand violently.

"of course I don't want all that werewolves dead." said Bellatrix. "but muggles have a peculier taste in nursery rhymes too"

Mrs Carter smiled somewhat awkwardly. "I am sorry Hope. I didn't mean to get you in trouble." Hope scowled. "you make it sound like I got a detention! I got imprisoned, tortured, starved, raped, and gave birth on the floor of a hovel because I'm not allowed in a hospital!"

Mrs Carter sighed. "Hope, I am truelly sorry. When you can forgive me, I will be waiting."

"back to business." Grindelwald said. "we've spoken to werewolves and vampires from all around the world. They are willing to fight against the ministry. We're going to kill Potter and Scamander, then we'll ask Hermione to step down as minister. If she agrees, we step up, if she doesn't, we kill her."

Teddy nodded." this is good. "

Athena smiled. "I'm sure my father and his packs will be only to willing to help dispose of Mr potter and scamander and mrs Granger." "I'm sure. Greyback practically jumped on the chance to rape and kill Hermione." Remus said.

"do we actually have any proof he tried to rape Hermione? Or could it just be a rumor that she started to gain sympathy for the anti werewolf laws?" Hope asked. "does it matter?" Teddy asked. "it matters as to my feelings about working with Greyback. I won't fight with a rapist."

Draco smiled slightly. "for most of when I was there, greyback did little bit listen to Bellatrix. The attempt to rape her was supposed to have happened in the cellar. Greyback was upstairs the entire time. I can confirm that is a lie."

"It doesn't matter" Grindelwald said. "we do not need him. We do not."

"step one, assassinations happen tommorow." Grindelwald said. Him and bellatrix apparated away, the other softly singing Ring a ring a roses under her breath.