Broken Mirror
By Aya of the ACLT
Summary: Picking up the shatters of life was like putting together a broken mirror that was missing many of the larger pieces. Really there's no point and you should just go buy a new one. This is the story of post war life of the Wizarding world, centered on the Weasley family. (Post-HBP)
Prologue: The Final Shatters
The young girl ran through the mansion, dodging bodies which were really the only thing that was left in that mansion, just dead people. She didn't bother to look at wither or not these soulless corpses were friend of foe. The girl had a mission. Her wand held in front of her, fiery hair streaming behind, and tears streaking down her face. One more flight of stairs she flew up and then, with out a hesitation she burst into the only noise filled room and stopped abruptly, her wand shaking in her hand as she moved it slowly up to the chest of the man in that room.
He, of course, was the infamous Dark Lord. Known as Lord Voldemort, he-who-must-not-be-named, and you-know-who. His wand was pointed straight at Harry Potter's chest, while the boy sat on the ground quivering in pain. He was muttering no over and over again, shaking his head for emphasis. While the dark lord stood over him laughing with his soulless laugh. It was that laugh that could send people into death.
The girl, with tears starting to stream faster restrained the urge to run over the poor boy and just screamed "No", as if she were trying to voice Harry's plea herself. Lord Voldemort snapped his head up and laughed even harder, amused by the girls actions.
Harry straining every muscle looked over at the girl and shook his head. In barely a whispered he spoke. "No, get out of here, please, get out."
The girl, still with her wand shaking shook her head. "Let him go!" She screamed, trying to sound proud and demanding but in truth only sounded like the terrified little girl that she was. But she was a smart girl and could tell that Harry must have been under the Cruciatus Curse. This was, obviously, bad.
"And what are you going to do about it? Sprout flowers out of your pretty wand?" The Lord asked with his cold voice.
The girl glared even harder, and the Lord just jabbed his hand harder at Harry, so more pain ensued. Fire ragging in the girls eyes as the tears fell she screamed out so that all the heavens could hear her want for this man to have pain. "Avada Kedavera! Avada Kedavera! Avada Kedavera!" Her wand pointed straight at Lord Voldemort's head so that she wouldn't have any miss and hit Harry.
By the time that the room was silent The Dark Lord was nothing more then a bundle of dust. The girl spent no time to reflect on what she did and just ran over to Harry, throwing herself upon him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Harry! I'm so glad I come here in time! Tonks came and told us that you all needed help. I rushed here as fast as I could. The rest our still coming. Oh, Harry there are so many bodies. So many dead. On both sides. There may be no one still alive."
"Ginny you shouldn't have come." Harry whispered, him voice cracked. He started to stumble to his feet and Ginny quickly jumped to her feet, helping him up. "Let's get out of here, the others will come and clear out the bodies, there are so many rooms, so many dead. . ." She shook her head and let Harry Lean against her.
"No, Ginny. Tell me, where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.
Ginny shook her head. "No, worry about that later, Harry you have to get out."
"Ginny!" Harry turned and looked at her, hands on her shoulders; it took up most of his strength. "Where are they?"
Ginny shook her head again, more tears starting to fall. "They're . . . they're together Harry." She said, the tears falling harder.
"Dead?" Harry asked his voice hoarse.
Ginny nodded, failing at keeping herself up she leaned over and put her head on Harry's shoulder. He hugged her but didn't stop asking. "And Remus, dead?" Again Ginny nodded. "Moody?" Another nod. "Shaklebolt?" Nod. "Only Ron from your family, right?" Ginny nodded, once again. "Snape?" This time there was a bit of hatred in his voice, but only some. Ginny shook her head. "He's close to death. Or that's what Tonks said. She said she didn't know what to do, whose side he was on."
Harry nodded and looked around. "He's on our side. He helped me. I've got to help him." Ginny nodded, hoping some one else could go through the death count next time.
The two found Severus Snape with little difficulty. He was lying on the ground clinging onto life as most do.
Ginny and Harry stumbled into the room, Ginny starting to feel the affects of three Avada Kedavera's in one moment. They sat next to the man, and Harry pulled out his wand. Muttered a short little healing spell that would do little for Severus's health, Harry then took the man's hand. "Professor, you'll be okay. You helped me, so I have to help you." Harry said. Ginny smiled sadly and put her hand on the two men's.
"Once I'm an inch away from death you start calling me professor." Snape whispered with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
Other Order members came after what seemed like a life time. They spent little time talking, just asking it the dark lord was dead and then silence returned. Quickly Molly and Arthur took Severus and Harry and Ginny to St. Mungo's Hospitals for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Other then a few hysteric words from Molly no one spoke as they reflected on the day, the past, and the future.
Once in the Hospital, due to Molly's pleads, Ginny and Harry were put in the same room, and Molly stared nearby, sobbing. Severus was taken to his own room, as he was close to death. It was all a blur to Ginny. People from the order, the few survivors, entered the room and left it all the same. Teachers and students did the same, all people that Ginny and Harry knew. Tonks and Arthur made sure no reporters got into the room. All any one got was that the war was over, the dark lord was dead, and we had to get down to business.
The rest of the week was uneventful with the deaths being cleaned up and the aftermath of war breaking out. The muggle world was close to discovering the Wizards, the ministry was falling apart, and life was crazy. The Wizarding world was in shambles from that moment that Harry and Ginny walked out of the Riddle mansion.
AN: And so the prologue is ended. If you like it then review and if you don't, well don't flame. No one likes flames. I will be pleased with critiques and I promise to update soon. Thank you.