Andromeda's war 6

Nymphadora, my daughter was determined not to live her life in fear. Even after it became apparent that my sister Bella was determine to kill her.

She entered auror training right out of Hogwarts. 3 years later when she became a full fledge auror it was clear she would face the evil of Voldemort. She never wavered. Then when the ministry became corrupt she joined the order of the Phoenix to help protect Harry Potter and fight Voldemort and his death eaters.

She snatched her happiness where she could. Stolen nights with Ted and I. Evenings with her friends. Encouraging young women to be anything they wanted to be.

Then she met Remus Lupin. Remus was a gentle man. Life and evil had done wrong by him. He was punish for a slight of his fathers. We have come to know, since the death of Voldemort, that the majority werewolves are not evil. But the cur that bit Remus was.

Greyback preyed on the younger, the weaker, the helpless. He felt powerful if he had weaker beings beholding to him. Yet, like most seduced by evil, he never attained what he wanted most. To wear the dark mark and be accepted by fellow wizards.

Ironic that now, in the time of peace werewolves are accepted and have a voice. We no longer automatically view all as evil and bad.

Remus was afraid to seek happiness. Afraid that by loving he would lose the one he loved. Voldemort had already taken his best friends. But Nymphadora convinced him to grab for that elusive ring and marry her.

Sure they had problems, what couple doesn't. But they had what counted the most. A true and deep love. Then they had Teddy. For a month they had it all. Their love for one another and their love made human in Teddy.

Then the call came. Voldemort was attacking children at Hogwarts. Remus kissed his son and wife and left to fight, not promising to return. Nymphadora could not remain behind. She kissed Teddy one last time and handed him to me. "I have to go mum. I can't let those I love die and not try to help." My sweet, funny, brave girl left and never returned.

I could have given up after that. Who would have blamed me. I had lost all but one of my family and that one was a month old baby.

If I had given up he would not have even remembered me. I won't lie, I thought about letting the sadness win.

Then I realized that I had to live. I had to teach my grandson that evil is not the most powerful force in the universe. Love is.

Love has allowed me to live and see my grandson grow, marry and have children. Evil took away my birth family. Evil took away my husband and daughter. Love gave me a whole new family. I have a grandson and granddaughter-in-law. I have great-grandchildren. I have the Weasleys, who opened their arms in the time of our mutual grief and welcomed me to be a part of their family. Love, and the foresight of Remus and Nymphadora, gave me a son, another boy made orphan by Voldemort's evil, Harry Potter.

Harry Potter is a name you know well. But all most of you know is the legend. How he survived being killed by Voldemort twice. How he is the one that rid us of Voldemort. Of his actions and deeds as an auror. Of his championing of understanding and cooperation. You do not know him as I do. But that is another chapter.