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It was finally over.
The Final Battle had been fought, ending with fleeing Death Eaters, a smoldering pile of ash, and minimal casualties on the side of the side of the Light.
Loud celebrations could be heard that night.
'He's gone!'
'We have won!'
These were the most common of phrases shouted among the rejoicing crowds.
Still, many sat alone, hidden away by their own means, nursing old grievances.
Numerous spies, from both sides, were easily forgotten and left to themselves at times like these.
There were innumerable lives lost, the majority of which would never be mourned for properly.
Charles Parkinson
Bellatrix LeStrange
Rudolphous Black
Ian Wilkes
Evan Rosier
All were people, just the same as those rejoicing imbeciles. All had once been sweet babes in cribs, mere children at school, and teenagers jesting with their friends.
All had been good. At one point or another.
Yet so few were saddened by their lives lost.
They were only filthy Death Eaters after all. They had murdered innocents without a second thought, had they not? They had chosen to follow a madman of a Slytherin!
But alas, only a handful in number paused to toast to their misguided lives. Only a few cared to remember the happy and mischievous children they had once been.
Only traitors drank for the loss of their friends.