I don't own Harry Potter, wish I did though.
"It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after." - George Ade
So many lost.. So many left behind.
The soft, golden rays spill over what's left of the old school. Eerie silence takes over everyone and everything, no one speaks nor makes a sound.
A silent prayer given to those who gave up their lives, another prayer to those who need to stay strong.
Tears have already been shed, dried over the cold night. Yet, one could feel the ones left unshed.
Mothers cry for their son, daughter, grandchild, niece, nephew. Friends remember the memories, all that is left behind.
The aftermath, the bodies, and the dried blood. Nothing will ever be the same.
It's all over, one side has triumphed while the other fallen and never to rise again.
Slowly, so very slowly the warmth takes away the chill that has seeped into the bones. They move in unison, taking with them the scars from battle.
One last hug, one last kiss. They part, but the memories shall never be erased.
Years later, the stories shall be repeated. The bravery, the sacrifice. The flash of pain the ones they had left behind's eyes. No.. nothing shall ever change, for when the dawn has come, you cannot go back to the night before. But a new dawn signifies a new day, a new chance.
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. " - Rabindranath Tagore