Aftermath

Silence. Sudden and abrupt silence. A welcomed silence.

There had been so much going on that the unexpected, but much hoped for, fall of Voldemort brought a silence in the wizarding world. Suddenly, no one was frantic. There weren't any hexes or dark spells to dodge, no more snatchers or death eaters to hide from and the metaphorical sord that had been hanging on everyone's head was…..thrown away.

The wizarding world had sighed, marking the end of the war, and had ceased almost all noise. All those on the Dark side had surrendered, knowing fleeing or further aggression to be futile. They had been taken in by the Aurors and trials were being held for every one of them. However, all this was done with minimal trouble. The winners had lost too much to rejoice and the losers had nothing left to fight for.

In this silent world, strength was slowly trickling back. It had been a while now, and it was deemed an appropriate length of morning for those who died, in both bravery and cowardice. Needless to say, it was now time to award those who had brought this freedom. And thus it was, the end of summer found the golden trio at a great gala, being congratulated and thanked by the community collectively.

Soon afterwards, owls with invitation letters flew from a repaired Hogwarts once again, calling new students to come and discover their powers old ones to return to the place where it all began.