The war ended with everyone there to bear witness, a far cry from the beginning which had started in the quiet dark of a graveyard with only the audience of a maniac's followers and a fourteen-year-old boy.
The war ended, and he was gone, but somehow, as they all saw Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry lying in ruins scattered around their feet, the knowledge that he was gone, that it was all over was hardly enough, because even now, it wasn't over, not by a long shot.
So they gathered their strength and began to pick up the pieces even though they didn't know where they were headed, but somehow, they all still found their way to the places they belonged.