The Daughter of Sirius Black

Chapter 127

A grey cloud of grief still loomed over the Wizarding world, especially at the Ministry.

Kingsley had been appointed Minister for Magic and was doing well at repairing the damage that the death eaters had done, with Arthur's help, as well as rallying a trusted Auror task force to hunt down all the death eaters that fled after Voldemort was killed.

But it would never be forgotten.

It couldn't.

Especially to the muggle-born witches and wizards after they'd taken a hesitant step back into the building.

But a step in the right direction was the employment of Hermione Granger as the Minister's Delegate, giving her the power to smooth out relations between all wizarding blood-types in Kingsley's name.

Hermione Granger who had also been reunited with her parents as per Rosalee's request to Kingsley who instantly sent off two Auror's in search of them, only for them to return with Hermione's parents with their memories of their daughter restored.

Another step was having Professor McGonagall as the new Headmistress of Hogwarts, the school had once again been reformed to its former glory, largely with Rosalee's wandless help.

And a special memorial had been erected at the entrance to the school.

A list.

A floor to ceiling list.

6 columns.

Hundreds of thousands of names.

Names of all those who had fallen in the war.

With a select few, being written in gold.

Remus John Lupin.

Nymphadora Tonks.

James Potter.

Lily Potter.

Dobby.

Alistair Moody.

Frank Longbottom.

Alice Longbottom.

Cedric Diggory.

Odette Black.

Sirius Black III.

Albus Dumbledore

And Severus Snape.

Names that would always be remembered.

Weasley being another name that would go down in history, especially after Weasley's Wizard Wheeze reopened, the Black Level selling out within the day.

Though many were still grieving, still trying to overcome the horror of all that happened during the war, laughter was a welcome sound, and the only sound that was ever-present inside their store.

Draco was even a frequent visitor, sometimes ending up helping out his cousin with paperwork when he came over to chat.

The twins never minded and neither did Rosalee.

That boy was still very broken beneath the surface, it being months since the skin of his arms saw the sun because he always wore long sleeves to hide the mark that brought him so much shame.

His father had also been rearrested and sent back to Azkaban, Narcissa still trying to figure out how to adjust to the new reality as she hid herself away in Malfoy manor.

There had been some debate on whether or not she should've joined her husband in prison, but between Rosalee and Harry, Narcissa having helped him fake his death in the Forbidden Forest after he survived the killing curse for the second time, Narcissa wasn't going anywhere.