He’s relieved that Bellatrix is dead, and he won’t miss his father, but his mother ... he swallows hard, remembering the childhood tea parties that she loved to organize for him and his friends. The same guests were always invited – the Greengrass girls, Pansy Parkinson, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini. After tea, he, Blaise, and Theo played field Quidditch until they were old enough to have child-size brooms, while Daphne, Astoria, and Pansy pretended to host tea parties of their own. His life was filled with delight then, unhampered by war, politics, or the demands of his father. It only changed when he went to Hogwarts and became aware of things like blood purity and the inferiority of Muggles and the Muggleborn. Never mind that what he saw every day contradicted what his father said at home. The first time he raised a question, naively believing it would be answered, his father struck him with his walking stick, drawing blood. He never questioned anything again.