Spring had finally arrived at Hogwarts and Victoire and Teddy sat studying on the lawn of Hogwarts. In the distance Teddy could hear Gwarp laughing. He looked up to see Freddy and James playing "catch" with him. So it was more like dodge ball on the part of Freddy and James. Catching, even a small object that Gwarp threw was dangerous at best. So when you played catch with him you tossed the ball to him and stepped sideways as he threw it back to you.
Down at the lake the giant squid was lazily waving it's tentacles in the air. Bounty had joined them on the lawn and was enjoying a snack of mice that Wheezy had killed and shared. Cats and birds were not supposed to get along, but those two didn't know it.
Dominique and Molly were sitting outside Hagrid's hut with him, The wind carried a faint whiff of the fresh turned soil of his garden.
Teddy caught Victoire staring at the graveyard in the distance. The white marble monuments and magical roses gleaming in the Scottish sunlight.
"Knut for you thoughts."
"I was wondering how many days like this they spent here."
"They?"
"The heroes of Hogwarts. Uncle Fred, your mum and dad, all the others who died here."
Teddy reached out and squeezed her shoulder. Finding out about the war and their families participation had come in different ways for each of them. Teddy had badgered it out of Harry just before he entered Hogwarts. What Harry had left out he found out from Hermione.
Fleur had sat Victoire down just before she entered Hogwarts and told her the whole story. She had done the same for Dominique.
A uncharacteristically subdued Freddy had come to Victoire the second night he had been at Hogwarts. She, Teddy and Dominique had filled in the pieces for him.
Teddy took James aside the first Saturday he was at Hogwarts and told him the story. Victoire had done the same for Molly.
Just recently, when the cousins and Teddy had been together at Hagrids they had made a pact to tell each cousin the story right after they entered Hogwarts. Each one passing it down to the younger ones.
They knew their parents, especially Harry, had reservations about the children knowing too soon, so this way they could inform their generation with out upsetting the last.
All of them, even the rascals, Freddy and James, soon felt the enormity of what the last generation had gone through.
Blimey how could Uncle Harry and his Gran insist that he not be an auror?! No way could Teddy let any other generation go through what his elders had.
Sure people like Uncle Harry, Aunt Hermione, Uncle George, Uncle Ron, Uncle Bill and Uncle Neville had scars you could see form the war. But all the adults he loved had scars that you could not see without looking closely.
Grandma Molly visited the cemetery here every week, she still mourned for her dead child. He knew Gran visited too, leaving roses for the daughter, son-in-law and husband she had lost.
He had heard the nightmares of Uncle Harry staying as often as he did and even heard Aunt Hermione cry out in her sleep when they camped out as a family.
In the quiet moments you could catch Uncle George looking wistfully at his side as if he expected to see someone there who was not.
The times he was being honest with himself, he bore the scars of that war too. Not don't think he did not have a wonderful life, his Gran raised him with love and nurture. Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry were like parents to him and the whole Weasley family loved him and treated him as their own, but still something, or two someones were missing.
Teddy was pulled out of his thoughts by the appearance of Gwarp, Freddy and James riding on his shoulders.
"Teddy, Vic, play with me?"
Teddy put away his books. "Sure Gwarp! Want to play catch?"
An-Sorry it's so short but the bunny felt that he needed to tell you how the children found out about the war.