A/N: For hp100, prompt 'Weakness.'
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The war was over.
Harry stood at the edge of the last battlefield, staring at the carnage around him. Dead bodies were strewn everywhere and blood glistened in the faint moonlight.
Hermione found him kneeling beside the body of Seamus Finnigan, a look of horror upon his face. She knelt beside him and stared at the boy she had once known.
"I was too weak," Harry said suddenly. "Too weak to save him."
"You can't save everyone. Come on. You need some sleep."
They walked away from the battlefield together as a weak sun peeked out from over the horizon.
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