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He stumbles almost going down but at the last moment regains his balance and continues doggedly on. He does not know what he tripped over whether it was a broken tree branch or a body part. He does not care, he cannot care. If he allows himself to care then he will have to remember the glassy eyes of his dead friends or see the carnage that surrounds him.
Once more he stumbles and this time he is unable to save himself. He lands hard but does not even try to brace himself. A sharp pain shoots throughout his chest telling him he has broken a few ribs but he can barely feel it past the shock.
He pushes himself up but stops as he meets the once beautiful amber eyes of the last family member he had had. The wall of shock that had protected him for the better part of the night as he had wandered around the battle field in a daze shatters and he screams as he clutches the dead body of Remus Lupin.
He screams in loss until his throat is torn and bloody and yet it still is not enough as the images of the bodies of his family and friends flash before his eyes. All he can do is clutch the body to his chest as he rocks back and forth hoping that this is a nightmare and that he will wake up to find his friends and family alive once more.
'What is the point of defeating Voldemort if there is no one alive but me to enjoy it,' he wanders in despair. As he rocks the body back and forth his magic heals the damage done to his body and once more he is able to scream in an effort to relieve the despair building within him.
He has no idea how long this pattern continues as he screams himself raw and his magic heals him but finally he falls into an exhausted sleep from which he hopes never to wake.
A white glow surrounds him as his magic tries to not only repair the damage done to his body but in some way start the healing on his spirit. The light intensifies until finally it fades from the world and with it the young man who had lost so much and fought so bravely.
A cold breeze blows through the battle field ruffling the hair and clothes of the dead and heralding the first snow fall of winter. A few days later what was left of the British Ministry of Magic finally came to see what had happened at the final battle after it had become obvious that Voldemort was not going to come and kill them all. The carnage they had found had sent them reeling and many of the younger members had been sick.
Finally the bodies had been cleared from what had once been a mighty school and the dead identified. The light wizards at the final battle were given the Order of Merlin First Class post-humorously while the Death Eaters were put in a communal grave never to be thought of again. The wizarding world had begun to search for their missing savior but the Boy-Who-Lived had disappeared and soon after the last battle the wizarding world choose to forget and move on. Never to remember the heroes who had died that day except in the pages of dusty history books.
Author's Note:
Sorry it is so short I have a lot more written and will be updating as soon as possible. Words of encouragement are always welcome.
