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Sunset

Hestia sat at the edge of the lake and watched as it seemingly swallowed the setting sun. It was over, they had won. So why did she feel so utterly hopeless?

She had lost so much to these wars, to this man- if you could even call him that. She had never gotten over Marlene's death back during the first war- and how could she, they had grown up like sisters! She had cried for days and refused to leave her room no matter how hard Emmeline tried to coax her out. Of course James and Lily had been a tragedy too- everyone they lost was tragic. And she had known that things weren't over, that Voldemort wasn't actually dead. And this time around- they had lost so many people. It wasn't any less heartbreaking the second time people started dying.

She had lost her best friend. Again.

When she had heard of Emmeline's death Hestia was inconsolable. Emmeline had been her second half, it felt as if a part of her was missing. They had been best friends for almost thirty years and then one day she was just gone.

There seemed to be a hole in her heart that was irreparable. So she had done the only thing that she could do- she had fought. Fought so that her best friends' deaths weren't for nothing, so that James and Lily didn't die in vain, so that Gideon and Fabian and Dorcas and Sirius and everyone else hadn't died unnecessary deaths.

Hestia escorted the Dursleys to safety even after their horrid treatment of Harry. She helped Muggleborns leave the country and find safe houses to keep them safe from Snatchers. She took down as many Death Eaters as she could during the Final Battle only a day ago.

And as she watched Bellatrix die at the hands of Molly Weasley and the Lestranges bound and knocked out by Professor McGonagall and Voldemort fall to the ground, dead, because of his own rebounding curse, Hestia felt the hole in her heart stitch itself up just a little bit. Because they had won. She knew, though, that her heart would never be whole again. She had lost too many people she loved. And even though they had won, Remus and Tonks had died. Fred Weasley had died. Children who weren't even of age but had stayed behind to fight for what they believed in had died.

So after the feast had ended and people had started to gather in small groups to discuss arrangements Hestia had fled the castle and sat down on the bank of the Black Lake.

It wasn't black at the moment though. It looked like a watercolor painting of reds and oranges and pinks. The sunset was reflected on the surface of the choppy water and Hestia sighed as she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.

She didn't know what the future would hold for any of them, but she could only hope that it would be as beautiful as the colors dancing in the sky before her.

There you have it! This is my first go at writing Hestia, so please let me know what you think!