A/N: A lot of people don't like Lavender. She's annoying and clingy and basically exists to make Hermione jealous and realize she has feelings for Ron (and vice versa). But a lot of people seem to forget that she was just a sixteen year old girl who cared about a boy and had her heart broken. I always imagined that Lavender survived, found something to live for, and discovered love. This story is what I think happened to Lavender after the war. I hope you enjoy. :)
Lights. That's all she could see. Flashes of brightly colored lights broken only by sudden darknesses.
Muffled noises occasionally met her ears. Once or twice, a high pitched note that vaguely registered as a scream.
Pain and numbness fought for dominance in her body. The excruciating pain searing in the gashes on her face, neck, and shoulders. The inability to feel anything at all. She didn't know which was better.
Once or twice, she felt someone tilt her head forward and tip something into her mouth. At some point, someone in better shape than herself tried to clean and bandage her wounds. All the while, battle raged on throughout the school.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Lavender Brown had very few thoughts running through her head, though one seemed to stick with her: If I die, I hope we win. I don't want to die for nothing.
She was so far gone by the time the fighting ended that she didn't even know that they had won.
The only thing she could remember from during her last brief bout of consciousness was a muddled voice – one that sounded so familiar, but she couldn't place, though she knew that she had spent a great deal of time hearing it before – asking, "What are her chances of surviving?"
After several long, long seconds, another voice, an older one, filled with years of wisdom and experience answered.
"15 percent."
And then Lavender slipped away, back into the blackness, where the number fifteen haunted her until her mind was so blank that not even that bleak number could penetrate.
A/N: The first chapter was a little short. Most of the chapters will be pretty short, I'm thinking. If you're interested in some works in the same head-cannon, feel free to check out my post-war/second-gen fics Rose's Turn, Sorting Victory, and Picking Up The Pieces, and my Marauder's-era story When No One Else Was. Please review. It makes me happy when I get reviews. And a happy writer is a good writer. :)