Broken Shards

by AbsintheZ

After seven long years the war has ended. The world is rejoicing, yet the last thing that the survivors feel like doing is celebrating. Friendships are being tried, and all that is left is to sift through the ashes and pick up the pieces of their lives.

1. Chapter 1

Author's notes:

First of all, these characters and world aren't mine. Second, this is completely cannon through the sixth book (or at least could be). But I started it before the seventh, so nothing from the seventh book is taken into consideration. Third, this story assumes that the war started more or less directly after the sixth book, but that Harry etc finished their seventh year as planned. The war was won roughly six years later. This takes place roughly one year after that. That makes Harry and the kids in his year roughly 24-25 years old.

The newspaper fluttered down the empty alley and eventually fell into a puddle of stale rainwater. Moisture quickly seeped into the crinkled pages, blurring the print slightly. It was dated two days before. Extra Edition, the top proudly proclaimed, just above the paper's unusual title, The Daily Prophet. Halfway down the page, below an old picture of a boy who had long since grown, read the headline:

Boy-Who-Lived Destroys You-Know-Who.

Wizarding World Rejoices.