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4

“Let me see.” Fleamont looked over to see the black ink on Cathy and raised his eyebrow. “Is that a heart?”

“Yes.” Cathy nodded.

“What’s the other one? A butterfly?” Cathy nodded and Fleamont looked back to his wife. “I don’t see what the big commotion is for. You did want her to be more girly. I’m afraid you can’t get any more girly than that.”

Cathy smiled at her father taking her side while Euphemia sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Why do I even bother?”

“Sorry.” Harry said quietly as he retreated from the sink.

Everyone looked from the commotion with the Potters back to the screen.

“Harry.” Cathy stopped him from walking any further. “Are you alright? You’ve been very quiet. I hope you weren’t overwhelmed by everything.”

Harry turned around. “He killed my parents, didn't he?” he lifted his hair and showed his scar to his aunt. “The one who gave me this. You know, Aunt Cathy. I know you do.”

“I think we’re finally going to find out about what happened to the Potters.” Marlene said eagerly.

Cathy sighed and gestured for him to sit down. Cathy pulled up and chair and joined him. “I suppose I can’t send you to Hogwarts without even knowing your story. Especially since most children in our world grew up hearing about it.”

"First, and understand this because it's very important: Just like muggles, not all wizards are good. Some of us go bad. A few years ago there was a war in the wizarding world.”

“So a war does erupt.” The Minister of Magic, Harold Minchum, murmured to himself and the Aurors around him.

“A war about what?” Harry asked.

“Superiority. Prejudice. Racism. You know stupid things.” Cathy answered. “There are some wizards who felt superior to others whom they believed were beneath them. Do you know why your mum was a witch and her sister wasn’t?”

“No.”

“It’s because she’s what is commonly referred to as a muggle born. A witch or wizard born to non-magic parents. There are families that are called purebloods. They are those who are descended from long lines of wizards. The war was fought because the purebloods felt threatened by muggle born wizards and anyone who wasn’t a pureblood. Halfbloods and the like.”

“Halfbloods?”

“People who have one pureblood parent and one who’s muggle or muggle born.” Cathy explained. “About ten years ago the war had gotten pretty bad. The purebloods were led by a very dark wizard. One that people feared so much they wouldn’t even say his name. they’d call him He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who. Rubbish if you ask me. Fearing a name.”

“What was his real name?” Harry enquired.

“Voldemort.”

Several people gasped at how nonchalant Cathy was with the Dark Lords name. The present Cathy also seemed unafraid as several people seemed stiff with fright. The purebloods and their families seemed angry at the girl.

“Voldemort?” Harry repeated.

“Yes I know. Ridiculous.” Cathy nodded. “It’s French meaning flight of death. And technically you’re supposed to pronounce it with a silent T. Voldemore. Not quite the same ring to it huh?”

“Voldermore?” James repeated. “That can’t be right.”

“No it is.” Sirius said. “I can speak French. Voldemort means flight of death.”