Chapter 1 : Farewell, summer sun
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The few rays of light shone through the colossal windows of the great hall, lighting up the scene, almost like a painting, a beautiful, perfect picture that isn’t perfect at all, a picture full of despair and hope.
The sunlight sparkles off the glittering tears on the faces of people who have lost family members, who have lost the ones they love. Among them all I can see our hero, our savior, Harry Potter.
He sits at one of the tables, his head in his hands. Even from here I can see how pale he is, I can see his shoulders shaking with sobs.
I watch quietly as Ginny Weasley sits down next to him and touches his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
He looks up at her, his cheeks tear-stained, his emerald eyes full of tears of hurt, loss, and sorrow. In the sparse sunlight he looks like a peaceful angel watching the destruction of the world.
I see Ginny lean forward and kiss him softly, a short, comforting gesture, but her eyes are clearly saying to him, I love you.
I feel myself smile softly. It’s nice to know that everyone has someone out there for them. Ginny Weasley has found her prince, her true love, and that makes me pleased for her, but at the same time I feel slightly dismayed.
Maybe, someday, I’ll find my prince. If there even really is someone out there for me somewhere.
I sigh slightly and turn to look around the rest of the room, but somehow find my eyes meeting another pair of honey brown ones.
My heart stops for a moment, and I find myself unable to breathe.
He looks at me sadly and offers a smile, turning back to the young first year he’s comforting who’s crying over an older brother she lost.
I shake my head and turn away, touched that he would go to such an effort to help others when he is surely hurting himself.
I turn my attention back to the others in the hall, seeing Professor McGonagall talking to Hermione Granger, who is resting her head on the shoulder of the youngest red-haired Weasley, her eyes closed slightly. Ron has his head on top of hers, and he appears to be leaning on her for comfort.
Across the hall I can see Luna Lovegood talking sadly with Cho Chang and a few other Ravenclaws.
The rest of the Weasleys are all settled around Fred Weasley’s body, and his twin, George, is still crying his heart out.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sit awkwardly in the corner of the room, surrounded by guards, watching as their son rejoins the rest of the Slytherins, relief and sadness clear on the lines of his face.
Andromeda Tonks has arrived holding the young baby, Teddy Lupin, and is weeping silently over the bodies of her daughter and her son-in-law.
Kingsley Shacklebolt is talking quietly to the Professors, a grim look on his face, although his relief that it’s over is clear.
I close my eyes and try to imagine how heart-breaking and beautiful this scene would look as a painting.
I feel one tear spill over, and it drips slowly down my cheek, leaving a long, glistening trail behind it.
I open my eyes as Professor McGonagall steps up to the front of the great hall.
“Excuse me, all of you valiant heroes,” she says, a slight smile on her face. Harry Potter looks up from his hands, as do all the other who have been crying in secret. “I think we would all like to announce how thankful we are that this is finally over.” A few short cheers follow this statement. “Now, I must add, that according to the laws of the ministry,” she continues, “Every wizard or witch under the age of twenty involved in this battle must spend at least one week at the Rehabilitation and Relaxation center in town.” There are many grumbles at this, and McGonagall glares at us all. “This is for your own good. If you want to get it over with, I advise you sign up and arrive there tomorrow. Pack your bags and be on your way.”
And with that, she steps down, and gestures back to Harry, who looks at her in surprise. She calls over, “We’d like to hear a few words, Mr. Potter.”
Harry looks around uncomfortably and then he steps slowly up to the front of the room. His emerald eyes seem to glow, his raven-black hair looking glossy and silk-like in the light of the hall.
Clearing his throat he begins, “We have all lost many who were dear to us today. I know that I have lost so much of my family in the war that there are few people I love more than anything left.” He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and continues, “Thankfully, we can say that Lord Voldemort, the man who has killed and tortured, ravaged and destroyed, is gone. For good. We have all been through more than anyone else could ever imagine, but we’re still here today, for better or for worse. We are going to survive even though we have lost friends,” at this he glances around the hall sadly. “Parents,” his eyes meet Neville’s and they both watch each other calmly for a moment before he continues, “brothers, sisters” where his eyes fleet over to the Weasleys. “Sons, daughters,” he looks at Andromeda, “and some of us have just lost who we thought we were, the innocence of being a child. But that’s okay. If we can make it through this, we can make it through everything.” With one last short spur of breath he says, “Tom Riddle is gone. Let’s make the most of what lives we all have to live now.”
He steps down and walks back over to Ginny, his face tingeing red at the amount of applause he receives.
With a slight smile I exit quietly through the doors of the great hall, unnoticed and forgotten, going to pack my bags.
Disclaimer: Okay, so this is the first post-Hogwarts story I've ever posted, I've written a few, but they're mush.
I started writing with this character for a challenge and it turned into this story, so I hope you all enjoyed.
I would love a review.