A/N: I got a review for my first chapter regarding the length. It was intentional for that chapter to be as short as it was. For this story, I am enabling the chapters to be shorter so that (1) there's more of them, (2) it's a faster read, and (3) I can update more frequently. I apologize to those who don't like that system but I prefer it. Anyway, here's chapter two.
Death
He'd just been sitting there, for over an hour, thinking, with that quiet look in his eyes that told Hermione there was something up. The moment she'd heard of Voldemort's downfall, she, and the rest of the Order, had rushed to the scene- Raven Circle, north of Hogsmeade. All around Harry was rubble, and right before him, eyes still open and lifeless, lay the once unstoppable tyrant.
Hermione felt sick to her stomach. Harry had done this, he had killed! Not only that, but she'd been friends with him for over half of her life. It seemed hard to believe that it was all over. And reaching over to her husband, Ron, she silently begged for support.
She wanted to run to Harry and comfort him, since Ginny wasn't here to do it. Ginny! Oh, she missed Gin so much; she had been her sister-in-law and best friend during the past few years. And all they had left of her was a lock of her hair and a bloodsplattered cloak- they didn't even get her body back. Somehow, knowing Ginny had never been laid to rest, made Hermione uneasy. It wasn't right.
No one approached Harry as he sat there, brooding. And everyone knew why.
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