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Looking through the window.
The backyard looks peaceful, the ground still brown from the winter. The cars hundreds of meters back, quietly passing through the highway.
The laugh of the kids next door grabs her attention. Playing on their small playground. Their parents looking, laughing and encouraging them into playing fair, not hurting each other, be safe.
Hermione sighs.
The world keeps pretending nothing is happening. No one got hurt. Like, no one got kidnapped and taken away their innocence.
And now what?What are we doing? What's next? How the fuck can we get ride of all of them.
I'm. only. one.
I can't.
It's just…
The happy screams from next door distract her enough to forget her rumbling thoughts.
Walking back to the couch, sitting next to her now husband, Hermione can't stop thinking about how to fight a war that everyone seems to ignore.
“The war was over, as soon as Voldemort was killed and Death Eaters were judged.” They say.
But then, why are there more cases coming out? There are more and more victims saying their truth. A truth that would kill entire high ranks. Ranks that rule our life. They make laws and break them as they wish without punishment.
A punishment that others are paying.
Muggles and muggleborns are being pointed as the ones who started it. But what about the sins, the proof of the sins of those who… those who manipulated us, who keep manipulating us into their creep ways of life.
Those who make our eyes look away, full of indeference… those who make our lives fool, bored, to a point where we justify the fucking sins.
She looks back to her husband, he is one of them… not the bad sinner ones, but a sinner who chooses to not look into it. Investing in the sinners' companies, “is what my financial advisor suggested." “The financial company is the one making the money, I don't ‘have control' over what they invest into." “Hey, I'm making money… whatever…” that one hurt the most. It was the truth.
People are choosing to be ignorant,to not believe what the newspapers are reporting, to avoid thinking about… on purpose.
And that, that only brings us to this. Ignoring the problem.
Ignoring the victims, all those muggles and muggleborns are being hurt. They are being taken to… for… all the bad things people are afraid of. And we know it, and we do nothing about it.
“What can we do?" Hermione questioned out loud.
“About what?" Harry asks.
She looks back at him, her heart wants to just spill all out, all her thoughts, all he fears. But she knows he won't talk about it. He is tired of the war. A war that started with his own family abusing him. Today he chooses to sit in peace.
He chooses to live in peace.
A peaceful life… peaceful ignorance.