Disclaimer: Obviously not mine, it all belongs to that wonderful god of creators, JK Rowling.
Those brave souls
They weren't laughing anymore. Those brave souls who had fought a battle and come out scarred and broken and hurt. They were in pain; limping, bleeding pain and it broke her heart to see them so. These young men, no more than boys, so bowed down and weary when they should have been running and laughing and-
But life goes on and so does the world and thoughts were stopped as she rushed towards them and gripped ripped shoulders with bandages and poultices and spells. And she didn't look them in the eye, didn't let them know that it was killing her to stay holed up at home while they went to save the world, didn't let them know that the waiting was so much harder than the fight-
She didn't let them know because they were her boys and bugger all if she was going to let them see the defeat she felt.