Aftermath of The Battle Of Hogwarts

by santi27

Have you even wondered what happened to everyone after the battle ended? How did the react to all the death and violence they saw? Read this story to find out my version to how some of the characters reacted.

2. Chapter 2

All I ever wanted was to be respected. Is it wrong to just want to be known as Neville Longbottom, and not the boy who exploded one too many cauldrons? I don't think so, but until now, I never thought this could happen.

The war is over, and the smoke is clear. So many people died while fighting. People like Collin, Fred, and poor professor Lupin. They all died before their time, and should still be alive.

But I think it's all been worth it. Voldemort is gone for good, and his horrible death eaters too. Now I know for sure that my parents didn't go insane for nothing. Now it wasn't all for nothing, and I'm glad for that.

The fighting also had one other major affect. Before the war, people always considered me weak, and useless. In one split second though, that all changed. When Harry asked me to kill the snake if he couldn't, I was confused. How could I, stupid cowardly, Neville, kill a snake? I knew it must have been important though.

As Voldemort came out of the forest with Hagrid carrying Harry's body. I was terrified. It was all up to me then. I wasn't sure what hit me, but all of a sudden, I was ready to defy what everyone thought of me. I didn't want to be Neville the failure anymore. With that, I stood up to Voldemort. When the burning sorting hat was placed on my head, I wasn't scared. I was proud, after all this would be a noble way to die. But I didn't die. When Gryffindor's sword fell out of the hat, I was shocked. I knew what that meant. It meant that I was a true Gryffindor, something even I doubted for a long time. And that's when I did it. I took the sword, and killed Voldemort's snake.

As I wondering through the school, trying to help clear the rubble, and help the injured, someone came up to me. It was Gran.

"Neville dear boy." She started.

I was curious as to what she would say. Gran was old, and not as strong as she used to be. I just wanted to know if she was alright. A fight like this must have been tuff on her.

"If you're parents could see you now, I know they would be proud." Gran continued.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I was just too shocked to say anything.

"You truly are your father's son." Gran finished.

For the first time in my life, I was truly proud to be Neville Longbottom.