The War is over… finally. I learnt a lesson to cherish the ones I love and treasure. I've lost Mother and Father. It was not a choice. In the end, Harry was the one who sacrificed his life for the world. Voldermort has been destroyed, his army has been sent to Azkaban. Ron and Ginny died in the hopes of saving Harry, but they were too late, so they were murdered too. I felt like my heart was breaking into a thousand shards when I saw my friends and close families die and being killed right before my very eyes. It hurts like a burning wound to remember them. I lost everything. When they left, it felt like a part of me was being snatched away. A part that can never be what it used to be. Tears flow down my cheeks like a waterfall of emotions. I don't bother battling my grief and pain. I don't care about anything anymore. The only ones besides me who survived the brutal war were the Malfoys. Somehow they were not sent to Azkaban. I did not pay them any attention. Even as they walked towards me. The spark that used to ignite my brown eyes is now blown away. Like a candle flickering in the wind. As I look up, I met the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. Guilt filled his eyes but I ignored them. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided not to. "Hermione Granger, please do accept our apologies" Narcissa's voice filled my ears. Part of me wanted to curse them for what they've done, but then another part of me whispered that they hadn't always been on Voldermort's side, especially towards the end. I just nodded my approval weakly and slowly walked away. A hand grasped my elbow frantically and I stopped dead in my tracks. I did not look back but I my ears were ready to listen. "Please stay with us for the time being." Draco's voice whispered. I shook his hand off my elbow furiously and turned around to glare at him in the eyes. "How can you expect me to do that?" I asked vehemently. When a few seconds passed, leaving my question unanswered, I continued. "After all that you and your family have done?" I piled him with another harsh question. Hot tears that weren't meant to be there, rolled down my tear- stained cheeks. Narcissa stepped in between her son and I ready to break off any trigger of violence. She placed a cold hand on my shoulder and gave me a sad smile. I gasped internally at her first sign of regret and comfort. "