Here's one of my very short take of what happened immediately after the war. And for those who read my story Why should I? , the next chapter will be up soon!
Summary: The war was over and tears were flowing down their faces...
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Tears
Harry was with Ginny, in the common room, trying to comfort her for the death of her brother Fred. They were sitting on the floor and he was holding her like he never did before, like he was going to lose her in the next minute or so. The war was over and tears were flowing down their faces.
In front of them were sitting Molly and Arthur Weasley. Two of those courageous people who came to Hogwarts to helped their children fighting against the menace that Voldemort represented. They were happy, of course, that the dark lord was dead but they were sad. Sad because they had lost a son, they had lost a child and it was horrible. The war was over and tears were flowing down their faces.
In the farthest corner of the room was George. He lost a part of him, he lost more than a brother or even than a child because he had only one twin. He was angry at everyone for letting that happened but he was more than ever blaming himself. Why did Fred die? Why not him? The war was over and tears were flowing down his face.
The rest of the Weasley, excluding Ron, were sitting together. None of the boys was saying anything. They would like to, but they knew no words that explained how they felt at that time: sad, angry, happy, disappointed, and relieved. How was it only possible to feel all of these emotions at once? The war was over and tears were flowing down their faces.
Hermione and Ron were sitting by the fireplace, a fireplace without fire. She was cold and so was he. They both had blood on their body, their hands were dirty but they were holding each other so hard that not even a spell could have broke them apart. The word Mudblood was easy to read on Hermione's arm. Ron had lifted her sleeve up when he had seen that she was trying to hiding it when everybody came at them to thank them. There was no need to be shy of a word, even more if the word in question meant nothing. At that moment, she looked into his eyes and she saw pain and sadness but also love and happiness. Then he kissed her like his life was depending on that. She kissed him back and everyone was looking at them. They didn't even care. They were in love. The war was over, taking with her a lot of lives, but she would never take the love, never. That's why Ron and Hermione had tears flowing down their faces. Happy tears.
It was really short, I know... But I hope you liked it! Please make my day and review!