Disclaimer. I don't own harry potter I can't spell and don't flame.
I know my other fics haven't gone down well but I cant get this story out my head so I decided to post it.
Most dream of being war Heros,
Though naught dream of the fight,
The simple terrors,
That remains with you for life.
Hermione sat at the head table looking out on the students, looking at her in awe. The fight was over and they had won but all Hermione though was at what cost. She looked to her left and Harry stood. No longer the little boy she knew and loved on his face was a mask, a cover of the pain he felt and his words emotionless. "Voldermort has gone but the pain, he caused will remain. Times will be hard; everyone has been affected by this war. If they are willing to admit it or not." Hermione looked across the table Ginny was silent as she though of her family she had lost. Dumbledore had lost his ever knowing appearance and for once showed his age. But he was the same: Severus Snape sat his stern expression, the same glare the same cold eyes. No the war had not effected him because there was nothing left to be effected. Her heart yearned for him why she didn't know. "now I would like to raise a toast to those lost by this war." Hermione turned her head as Harry finished his speech. "To all those lost." All Hermione could think was: To serverus snape may he now find peace.