Dark Was The Night

by woodie17

"He was looking at her like he had never looked at her before. She was beautiful, vulnerable, defiant, broken yet still fighting, standing there proving that courage had nothing to do with getting up and leaving." A story about the aftermath - and just how much of the war never really ends. Dramione - set five years after the Second War. DH-EWE compliant.

1. Prologue: Aftermath

They never tell you about the aftermath.

They never tell you how the war does not end with the last battle, how the last cry of victory is a silent, empty one. Because after you've given everything you have, you're left with a million shards of life you're supposed to piece back together.

They never tell you how some people don't manage to do that, and keep fighting an endless battle against themselves for years to come.

The euphoria of victory is quickly sobered up by reality, the void left by those who died aches more, and not less, as time goes on. Every second that passes takes you further away, and you have to learn to live without them.

War is plagued by dark, uncertain days, and the conception of future extends only to the next sunrise. The aftermath is a shadow. And the days seem to have no end.

They never tell you about the aftermath - and just how much of the war never really ends.