Lost in this life: Sirenia
They won, they succeeded and that was all anyone wanted to know at first. The rest of the Weasleys, and for the most part the rest of the world, thought everything would go back to normal. Harry would go back to Ginny and Hermione and Ron would marry and have dozens of kids for Molly Weasley to coddle. They all thought that the war could be moved past easily, because they could; the ones who didn't fight but just kept their heads down. For a few months it seemed like the world would get its wish, it seemed like everyone settled back into their pre Voldemort routines and come September the Golden Trio were to go back to school to complete their final year. The first inkling that everything wasn't as perfect as everyone thought was in August when Fred committed suicide. Everyone but the family itself though brushed it aside; with how close he was to his twin of course he would follow him they whispered, content that their lives would remain comfortably stable. Then on September 1st a panic went up Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley didn't show up for the train to take them to school or the sorting feast.
Until they found them in a one bedroom apartment on the muggle side, not more than a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron, no one had even realized they were living together. Hermione's eyes glittered with defiance as she calmly explained that they were too late to stop them. Harry's triumph and Ron's pride shone clearly when the late edition of the London Times landed on the doorstep running a story that made the professors eyes bug out. Splashed across the front page was a story exposing the magical world. The madness of the war reflected in Hermione's giggling explanation, every major Newspaper in the world is carrying that story and that they shouldn't have tried to forget the causes and effects of the war.