A rush of guilt travelled through my body.  Yes, I had ended the war.  Voldemort had been destroyed, and I had brought relief to a great many wizarding families.  Yet at the same time, I could not help but feel as though if it were not for him, this little girl would not be weeping.  She would not be leaning over a body, praying for God to break the rules just one time and bring the child back to life.