WAR

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People had thought that it was all over.

Once Voldemort was gone the pain and suffering would disappear. The horrors, the nightmares, the fear.

It wasn't that simple, and Kingsley knew that.

He had seen the first war, and he had seen the second, but their end didn't seem to exist. It was just a blurring line, running from one event to the next, smearing the deaths together in a haze. His mind knew that the war was over. He had seen it.

But it didn't feel over. It was two weeks later, and none of them seemed at ease. He still jumped at the smallest sign. He still expected the papers to be reporting nightmares. It was finished. Over. But, it wasn't.

Because the war was not over. Not in their hearts.


When anything hard happens, I never find that the first bit after is easy. So yeah, that's what inspired this.