YAY! I've started a new story, but don't worry I'm still working on my 'sequel'.

The chapters for this story will be less frequent as my other stories have been, only because they are longer and possibly written better!

This story is inspired by pottermommy1118.

I hope you enjoy it :)

(Reviews are always welcome!)

The Sun Has Risen

The Night After

"I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

The trio smiled to each other, war scars and dried tears still visible on their faces . They slowly walked out of Dumbledore's office in silence and made their way to the Gryffindor common room. Harry walked a few paces away from Ron and Hermione, giving them space to talk to each other. The only time Harry spoke was when someone gave him thanks or congratulations. You would expect everyone to be happy and feeling victorious but you mustn't forget that many died; friends and family, colleagues and bosses.

Avoiding many people, they finally arrived at the common room portrait. Giving each other side-ways glances, they stepped inside wondering what they would find; but what they found was not what they expected. The common room was surprisingly clean; not a single mark anywhere, and there were a few small crowds of people talking quietly. They all went silent when Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped in. Harry thought they would start whispering behind their hands but they all gave a sad smile before going back to their conversations; the trio smiled in return. Harry expected the Gryffindor Common room had had an enchantment put on it to keep it from getting destroyed; a good place to have hidden. The trio also soon found out that the enchantments making sure no one from the opposite sex went into each other's dormitories had faded. They all walked up the circular stairs and into the boys dormitory. No one seemed to ask what Hermione was doing. Harry walked up to his bed glad that everything was over...for now. He let himself flop onto the soft mattress and gave a sigh of relief as it sunk under his weight. It didn't matter to him that he was bloody and dirty, he just wanted his sleep , so he closed his eyes and listened to Hermione and Ron's conversation.

"I think I'll have a bath...I wouldn't be able to sleep with all this on me." Hermione motioned to her body. Ron nodded in reply before letting himself sink into his bed.

"You alright mate?" asked Ron, his voice still shaking. Harry looked to his side and noticed Ron's concerned eyes watching him.

"I'll be fine...I just hope I'll be able to sleep." sighed Harry before closing his eyes again. They lay in silence for a minute before Harry's senses numbed and he was plunged into total darkness.

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"I...I'm going to sleep for a bit..." squeaked Ginny to her mum. Molly nodded her emotionless face and replied,

"Would you like me to come?" Ginny shook her head and managed to force a fake smile before getting up and leaving the great hall. She could feel people's eyes on her as she left, but she didn't care. She slowly made her way to the baths without having to speak to anyone; she was completely lost in her own thoughts, and without realising she had already stripped from her clothes and was in the bath. She rinsed her body thoroughly before checking for cuts and bruises; everyone was advised to go to the hospital wing but Ginny thought it was a bad idea; much more people would have worse injuries. But now looking at herself, Ginny agreed she should have gone; she made a mental note to herself to go before they left Hogwarts. Once washed, she got out, dried her body and hair and re-dressed into her newly summoned clothes. She gave a sigh of relief when she was dried and dressed; she hated having blood all over her, not knowing exactly who's blood it was.

As Ginny walked to her dormitory, her only thought was of Harry...She knew she should probably be mourning over Fred, but she'd done that long enough and no more tears would come. She also knew Fred wouldn't have wanted everyone to be depressed. She suddenly felt an urge of anger towards Harry as she thought to herself, 'How could he have left me? and how dare he pretend to have died!' her thoughts, questions and longing for Harry didn't stop until she was in bed and past the point of exhaustion. The thought of having any feelings right then seemed like the biggest challenge Ginny had ever been faced with. So she breathed in and out for a few minutes before all her thoughts and emotions had gone and she fell into nothingness.

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All the Weasleys, except for Ginny and Ron who already left, sat on the benches in the Great Hall in silence; no one knowing what to say to the other. Thoughts floated around everyone's head but George's; his only thought was Fred. All his tears had gone so there was nothing to do but wait; but George didn't know what to wait for...Fred wasn't coming back and the hardest thought in his head was how he was going to carry on life without Fred; Life just wasn't going to be the same anymore. He could tell everyone's worried eyes were on him and he loved that they cared about him so much, but some part of him wanted to be left alone. 'I guess that's not going to happen.' he thought to himself. After another half hour of awkward silence Molly spoke with an unusual and unlikely happy voice,

"I think it's time for a sleep, why don't we all go home and we can come back in the morning?" Everyone just nodded their heads and slowly got up, following Molly to the Great Hall entrance. Many heads turned as they walked out, sympathy showed on all their faces; but the Weasley's ignored them. Molly motioned for them to apparated while she spoke to Minerva McGonagall,

"What will be happen to the er...the one's who didn't make it?" asked Molly, a sad expression on her face.

"They will stay here until whenever the...funeral's will be..." quivered Minerva, the sadness and sympathy clear in her voice. A single tear fell down her face as she finished. Molly nodded and followed her family home.