It was dark and gloomy, Death Eaters and Dementors everywhere. They all bowed to me and celebrated as the cries of “Potter no more” and “for Voldemort and Valour” could be heard. This time I was really angry with Scorpius and Albus. I returned and entered my home.

The kitchen was the same the study…no wait, the study wasn’t the same. The portrait over the fireplace for starters. Then…I ran upstairs I looked in the bedrooms. No Bertie. His things, all his things were missing. Sevie’s room nothing. I walked up the stairs to my own room. It was dark. None of the decorations I put up were there. Nothing. I stood at the window. The large window that looked out over Knockturn Alley.

“Lou, what are you doing?” I turned around. At least someone recognised me. Relief must have flooded my face. “I thought you were at work”. Cedric walked through the door dressed in dark robes and kissed me. “It is Voldemort day after all,”.

“Yes, I was at the school but I, I, needed you. And then…” I couldn’t help it I was stumbling for time, I couldn’t work out what this world was like. What was my job? What was I like?

“say hello to the kids if you see them. I’m sure they are busy with duties though.” Replied Cedric

“the kids, our kids. Right.” This news came as somewhat as a shock to me Cedric was a Death Eater, and from what
I could tell I high ranking one, and we had kids? and what duties was he talking about?