Gwyneth "Wynn" Nott

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And I’ve missed you, Theo thought. But she didn’t say it. That would only hurt Wynn further, and she’d already hurt her sister enough. Unintentionally, yes, but that didn’t lessen the harm she’d done.

“I’m starting to forget Mum,” she said instead, unaware that Wynn’s thoughts had strayed along the same lines. They didn’t talk about their mother much; their memories of the woman had diverged sharply on that awful day so many years ago, and Theo had never wanted to push any of her pain and grief onto her sister. Wynn had grieved, too, after all.

Maybe it was better for the younger girl to forget. Wynn felt like she forgot a lot, chose to force away. She could not remember the man who once read to them before bed and fostered their magical talents because if she did she would experience such shame and regret and hatred… Never hatred towards her father, never that. But hatred towards herself, hating what she had done to their relationship with her stubbornness. 

Ginny Weasley is standing alone outside. She knows Harry needs time alone, and quite frankly, she does too. She tries not to think of George, but she can’t help it. A tear falls down her cheek as she stares up at the sky and remembers.

George Weasley sits on his bedroom floor, drunk. He holds a Muggle gun up to his head, the same as he does every year this time. But he can’t pull the trigger. He never can. He cries bitterly and utters his twin’s name as he stares at the ceiling and remembers.

Ron Weasley is working late at the office. He doesn’t want to go home and let anyone see him like this. He twiddles his wand in his scarred hands to distract himself, then he looks up and stares at the ceiling and remembers.

Hermione Weasley-Granger keeps a straight face as she listens to a pair of wizards complain about a stolen hippogryff and pretends to care. She makes it to the stalls on time right before she breaks down and sobs. As tears flood her vision she stares up at the bathroom ceiling and remembers.

Draco Malfoy is sitting by the window in his study. He watches his wife dance around the room, practicing for an upcoming event. Usually, all his attention is on her, but today it isn’t. The scars on his chest begin to tingle as he looks through the window and up at the sky and remembers.

Neville Longbottom is standing in his Herbology classroom, hands shaking after dismissing class early. He catches a glimpse of the back of Albus Severus Potter before he breaks down. Biting his lip to keep from making noise he looks up at the ceiling and remembers.

Luna Scamamder is deep in the South American jungles with her husband and sons. She is too distracted to notice a mysterious twinkling creature jump from behind a bush. Her husband notices and grabs her hand as she stares up at the tops of the jungle trees and remembers.

Today, everyone who was there May 2, 1988 remembers. They wish they didn’t, but they do. They remember all the pain and suffering, all the lost loved ones, all the scars that will never fully heal.

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