Author's note: Kindly ignore the 21 words that make it not quite a drabble. I'm not really sure when this takes place, probably her 16th to 18th birthday.
Away from the crowds amassed on the Hogwarts lawn, to commemorate the end of the war, a girl sat by herself. The walls of the castle shielded her from the sights of the ceremony, but not the sounds. For a moment she leaned back and closed her eyes, her pale face tipped toward the sky. The sun caught her golden hair and she sighed. Opening her eyes she leaned forward. She scrawled something in the dirt before her. For a moment she stared at it, then shook her head and wiped out the last few letters. She re-wrote them carefully, then sighed once more and rose. As she walked away, the words she had written were clearly visible. Happy Birthday, Victory.