Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I believe in God. Most people in my world don't. Why do you need God when you have magic? Magic can do almost anything. Magic can kill.
Why do you need God when you can play God?
I need God to believe. Most people think I am insane. All my little creatures that no one believes in, my Nargles and Wrackspurts, they are just the embodiment of my beliefs. The insanity of looking for something you can never find. If I told everyone I believed in God, they would think I am just as insane as they do now.
I spoke about God to Hermione once. It was right after the Battle, and she caught me touching all the dead bodies. I told her God would be happy to have them all back. That it was selfish of me to want to keep them to myself. God needed their company more than I did.
It must be lonely being God.
Hermione gave me a hug, and told me selfishness isn't always bad. She didn't say anything about God.
No one else believes in God. They celebrate religious holidays without the meaning. I wonder if a Dementor sucked the soul out of Christmas, so everyone can celebrate and not believe. I don't need religion.
Really. Other people do. In this world, people need neither. They have magic. They can make things fly, turn teacups into rats. I can believe that one day there will be peace. I wonder who is more wrong.
But, everything will be okay. God is there. I believe in God.