Mischief Manage

You could still feel the anguish and pain coursing through you from that night, years ago, back in Godric Hallows. Your brother laying dead by your feet as you fell down to cradle his body, your throat aching as a heart reaching scream was let out. Hot drops of water pouring out your eyes with no intent to stop anytime soon. It had felt as if apart of you was no longer and you no longer had any reason to keep going in such a cruel world such as this one.

But you had got up and you had fled.

You has left behind your life in England for some semblance of peace, if not for you then for your children and husband.

Now back in England once more after your nephew finally found out about your existence and wanted to know more about you and his parents, you have a lot of explaining to do while also trying to make sure a creepy bald old man that had killed your twin and your soul sister, doesn't end up murdering your last remaining hope and sanity.