This is just a little thing that i felt like writing. I'm not planning on going any further with this, its just to show how some people may have dealt with the aftermath of the war. George and Hermione. Hermione's point of view. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.

Fireflies surrounded me in a glowing sea of fluttering wings. The fire laughed in the distance, as it spewed ash at those who dared to dwell on the fire's heat and light.

The grass was wet with dew left over from the morning mist. A drop of water dripped from a green leaf from up above, and landed on a wilting flower, in hopes of bringing it a new life.

I laid on a hill of green and watched as the stars swam in an ocean of gray clouds. I heard footsteps making their patterns in the soft earth as George approached me. He sat down next to me and we talked about the war. About the ones who fought with us, against us, the ones who died to protect us and the ones who died trying to kill us. We talked about the ones who still live... the ones who are distraught and the ones who act like it never happened. We talked about how nothing will ever be the same. He pulled me into his arms and held me as I cried. Then there was silence.

The fire was no longer laughing and dancing in the wind. The water and the leaf had given up all hope of saving the dying flower. We no longer spoke; We sat there, drowning in the silence that fills all our hearts.

Everything has changed.

Yet the only thing that remained the same were the fireflies as they continued to surround us in a glowing sea of fluttering wings.