
The Start of the New World
Mid-May 1998
Draco Malfoy was the only Death Eater to be in the Ministry holding cells. His actions at the end of the final battle would be reviewed. But not soon enough. Two of the Trio, of the Saviors, fought for it. As did Professor, ahem, Headmistress McGonagall. All three had enough standing to do so. In a far less secure area of cells, one housed Narcissa Black Malfoy. Another, Xenophilius Lovegood. They were all June problems. All the trials were. At least the ones with better people. Greyback had escaped as had many others; the rest were locked in Azkaban awaiting an eventual trial.
Pansy Parkinson was on tent arrest. Most students and those in the final battle stayed in tents on the grounds. Many could not return home, for fear of never leaving. Others had no family to go back to, or no home. Others were too lost to think that far into the future.
The trio set up their tent on the Quidditch Pitch. It would be enough for now. There was news to deliver, family to be contacted, loved ones, and enemies, who were to be buried. Even the worst needed a grave, even if only to serve as a reminder of the war for the generations of the future.