One reason

If a person representing the magical world of the United Kingdom after the war, a scar cross his entire body would also have a myriad of scars, some small, some larger, making your skin look like a corroded layer, patched over and over again, slowly and precisely stitched, yet in some places torn fabric would make it impossible to patch it fast enough for it to be occupied again.




The war left deep scars in the minds of people, perhaps the reasons are different in many ways, but arguably, whether for or against, is something unforgettable, because war does not leave anyone indifferent, despite wanting to be a mere spectator, opinion, mind and intelligence that humans are not another animal species, the population makes a decision, an option.



It had been two years since the war in the wizarding world, a fatal destruction almost bigger than the first, the buildings can be rebuilt, families and loved ones will not revive.



Harry Potter the boy who survived, exactly 24 months ago defeated Voldemort, but the population even after decades would not tell him by name, calling it "that would not-must-be-named, even in the history books will would call that way, remember the name, to remember the man and his army, may not again commit the same atrocities, but the wound became clear if the memory back to those days where trust is scarce almost as much as security.



That day that dark magic was defeated, many came to celebrate in the streets, the taverns were filled, the wizards and witches squandered joy at every place they were walking, magic was more intense that night, always had this happiness effect. But there was a group of people who did not hold, that did not drink or felt the urge that others have, because despite winning the war, the Order of the Phoenix followed in Hogwarts, in spite of them soldiers, the greatest resistance, there was no party, no relief, the losses were so great, too, and as far as Harry Potter refers temporary relief came over him, only momentary blip that saw the bodies of Remus, Tonk, Fred, and many others with whom he had shared, whom he met, became grief. Remus, Moony, was the only connection to his parents he had, the only person after the death of Sirius that real to the existence of parents who did not know, because through these people's felt true, perhaps he was one of the most affected, one of the hardest hit, pear most often entailed being a hero that he was born to be hero, and although most of the time forbid, your destination is superimposed on its decision.



Today marks two years and not only suffers resistance, the magicians not only "good" have lost the Death Eaters that have also escaped injury, brands that are deep in their brains, while in the battle of Hogwarts were Eaters vast majority of the first war, the pure blood who believed and still fiercely Voldemort's ideas were not all, many, especially the children of those Death Eaters, the pure blood that came out of fear, ambition, and once inside the only way out was death, a slow and painful death, based on various cruciatus and torture, a death that did not want, which they feared, of which nobody could remember, all looked on with hatred, contempt, leaving them isolated, punishing, when his torturers were themselves over the faces of those who died by his hands, who tortured, were burned into your subconscious, back, slow, stealthy, but doing much damage, most they committed suicide, or simply went to the Muggle world, did not use magic and perhaps followed punished more harshly than if the same Voldemort had.



If the person were a magical world would be full of scars, but over time, could live with them, taking care not to pass them to carry, to open again. Boldly carries with pride, because each of them were a constant reminder that history must not repeat itself.