What had the world come to? Bodies lined up, too far for the eye to see, bricks and blood lay splattered across the war zone, and everyone, eyes full of grief,madness and tears huddled into groups speaking just above a whisper, the frights of the night still alive on their dirty faces. The evidence of the war was surrounding the entire castle, it had seemed Voldemorts army had not left a single thing in tact, they had destroyed everything, including peoples lives.
It was too hard to distinguish between Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryfinndor and even a few Slytherins that had stuck around. The houses colors were faded and every person had the same gray, smoot color on their faces and clothing, they all looked alike. They seemed to forget the rivalries and joined together as a massive group of grief and off set happiness, for the dark foe had once again been defeated.
Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort for the final time, and this time, he wasn't coming back.
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