Title: Funerals
Summary: "Names on headstones are all that's left now. It's been decades and decades since the war. There's nobody left that remembers any of their voices or how they laughed or how they walked. It's quite sad now. Nobody's sure what to do."
A/N: This story is about the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts. Please let me know how I do!
The worst thing about a war is the funerals.
There are elders and parents and teachers and students and friends and co-workers and siblings and children.
Death is busy during wars. So many pretty lights. Red and purple, blue and orange, yellow and green.
So pretty, yet so tragic.
Because every green light means someone has fallen.
A parent.
A teacher.
A spouse.
A sibling.
A child.
Because they're dying, and their hero is too.
The bad guy is stopped.
But at what cost?
Orphans and widows and childless parents and everyone's dead.
Stop.
But then it does stop.
And then the funerals start.
And there's screaming and crying because it's not fair.
They're dead and everyone has to figure out how to live again.
Without them.
And nobody's sure how.
And for years and years and years after that, everyone is scrambling to pick up the broken pieces of everyone around them, while they're falling apart and it's a big fiasco because nobody knows what to do now.
Names on headstones are all that's left now. It's been decades and decades since the war. There's nobody left that remembers any of their voices or how they laughed or how they walked or how they talked or teased or even smiled with that old twinkle in their eyes.
It's quite sad now.
Nobody's sure what to do now.
A little plump old lady with wrinkles around her chocolate coloured eyes and short faded ginger hair sat in front of the memorial in Hogsmeade.
She reached out her fingers and traced her son's name. Fred Weasley. Then others. Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. Remus Lupin. Colin Creevey. Dobby. Lavender Brown. And endless others.
Whenever asked about the deaths of others in the war, Molly would always simply explain. "They were kids that I once knew." Never expanding on that.
They were children to you, Molly and they're all dead hearts to you now.
A/N: "They were kids that I once knew" and "They're all dead hearts to you now" are from the song Dead Hearts by Stars. I highly recommend it, it's a very good song.
Personally, I don't like this drabble as much as my others, but I do like it. I hope you did too!
Please let me know how I did!
Thanks,
AuroraWeasley