Fields of green and skies of blue hold some unpretentious beauty.
Stacked fireplaces and mugs of warm cocoa hold some austere comfort. The
time after war is so calm that it's almost eerie to be in its atmosphere.
An unsaid silence lingers through the surviving nostrils like sharp little
daggers, poking and prodding.

Why was everything so cold?

A forlorn man with untidy black tresses and jade eyes slowly trudged
across the mass of broken branches and crunched leaves. Clutched in his
left hand was a heap of broken glass and plastic, that seemed to belong to
a pair of glasses. In his right was a shattered stick, which could only be
his wand.

He reluctantly leaned against the branch, whose sharp and uneven
edges scraped the back of his neck. He didn't care. Simple pain like cuts
and bruises were so trivial now. He tried to grasp the air, to get a
crystal vision, but all he saw was patches of blurs and distorted sunlight.
A cold shadow swept over him as the presence of another person became
known. He knew who it was; he didn't even have to look up. Even if he did,
he wouldn't be able to see.

"Harry." The person said softly. The boy called Harry began to shake uncontrollably.

"You know, sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that everything's
alright." He crouched down to be leveled with Harry. "What happened to your
glasses?" He reached for the heap of glass and made a clacking noise with
his tongue. "I guess this is the least of your problems." He muttered a
simple incantation and the glasses were perfect once again.

With a shuttering hand, Harry slipped the glasses on his head. His
tongue felt thick and furry. "Draco," he murmured. "I...You won't understand.
You--you can't. I...They're all dead. All of them...Ron...tried to save
Hermione...He died first...Ginny tried to defend Ron...All dead...Like one big
domino theory..."

Draco held out his arm to steady him. Now Harry had broken out into a
cold sweat and his trembling became even more severe. "You can stare at the
sun for hours and not even blink." He held him more steady. "It's over,
Harry. It's over."

"How can it be over...Nothing has started...My life. My friends--"

Harry tried to stand up, but his knees buckled and he fell halfway to
the ground until Draco hoisted him up by the armpits. "You've had a long
day. But you won."

"Faith." Harry muttered.

END