When the Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 109

Epilogue

August 1986

"Well, the war with Voldemort finished before it really began," Reg explained as he leaned back in his chair. "With Grindelwald, it was many years and dozens of battles. Voldemort was defeated in one fight with your Uncle Harry. Do you know what he did?"

The gathered children shook their heads, and Harry shared a look of resignation with the other men that had joined them in Charlus's basement.

"He burned him alive from the inside out," Reg whispered as he leaned forward.

As much as hearing the story again irked Harry, he couldn't deny that Yaxley had a way with words.

The kids were hanging onto every single one of them, but they were quite alarmed by his revelation.

"Alright, Reg, that's enough," he sighed. "You'll give them nightmares."

Reg merely grinned.

"Ha, he won't look so happy when they tell Nancy," Gilbert quipped.

Reg's smile faded and was replaced by a look of alarm.

"Bugger," he murmured.

"Uncle Reg, what happened after Voldemort died?" Daisy, Jack's eleven-year-old daughter asked.

She was one of three children born to Jack and his wife, Aurelia Moody who Harry believed was a cousin to Alastor, and grandniece to Gabriel.

They went on to have two sons also, Harry, named for him, and Robert, for the great grandfather none of the trio would ever have the privilege of meeting.

Robert McGonagall passed away six months after Voldemort's defeat, and though it was peaceful, and without illness, every member of the Evans family felt his loss.

Jack in particular took it hard.

He had been the one to spend the most time with his grandparents, and though he had offered to have Isobel live with him after Robert's death, the woman would not accept.

She would not be persuaded from the home she had shared with her husband.

Not that she was left alone for long.

Jack would visit her daily along with each of his sisters throughout the day, and Minerva would always stop by when she had finished teaching.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Reg spoke once more.

"Well, they went to trial and were sent to Azkaban for varying sentences," Reg explained. "Some were given shorter terms than others, and there are those that are still there to this very day. Others were killed during the fighting."

"Did you kill any, Uncle Reg?"

Reg shrugged.

"Maybe," he murmured, "but that is the way of war. We never liked killing, but it was either them or us, and if it was us, the world would be a vastly different place now."