Winning always has a price

This is a story I started planning a while back before the last book came out so some of it won't follow Deathly Hallows.

It's basically the after life of the war and how the Wizarding world had a bit of a break down because there was so much damage caused and a lot of people didn't have any qualifications to work because Hogwarts didn't remain open and didn't open again for several years. This does include a character that wasn't in the book (but is related to someone from the books-see if you can guess who she's related to.) but she tells the story through her eyes so it's not too bad.

Intro

We won. The good side won. But at such a terrible price. So many innocent lives were lost that fateful day when two sides met and fought.

I lost my parents. My mom and dad died in the war. For a while I wished I had died to. Like so many other people who had lost members of there family but after a while I began to accept the fact I was alive and continued to live my life. At least I still had my brother. So many people lost everyone.

Whilst my parents were alive they did so much to stop Voldemort. They worked for The Order of the Phoenix. It was a secret society dedicated to the downfall of he who must not be named. It was a dangerous business to be in though; many people from the order were killed or arrested.

It was formed just after Voldemorts return and I spent loads of days during the holidays after my 5th year at Hogwarts at the head quarters with the Weasley kids, Miss Granger and Mr Potter.

We got on ok but Hermione and I got really close. Like best friends. We were in the same year and house at school and had talked but never really got close.

Everything changed after out 6th year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was killed by the hands of Snape, The potions master and Death Eaters invaded the castle. Hogwarts was closed down and over the next year a war began between good and bad.

Life after the war was so different. Everyone celebrated and celebrated until we were all to tired and drunk and happy to do anything else.

And then we all realised the damages that had been done. There was a short amount of time where jobs were available due to the death toll but they were very quickly snapped up by kids who had just left school. I just about managed to get a job as an aurour (The ministry happened to be a lot less fussy after the war. It was kinda like being recruited by the army)

We all took a huge loss in income to repair for all the damages caused.

But worst of all is that Harry and Ron went missing shortly after everyone stopped celebrating.

No one knows why.