Authors note: This is a Harry potter fanfic and a harry potter section of the site but i am a writer and this is the only way i know how to cope. Many of you may not know but two days ago terrirists stormed a school in my country, Pakistan. The devastating attack killed 141 people that included 132 children. To cop with the grief and utter helplessness i am feeling, i wrote the following passage and after debating a long time posted it here.
As for the fic i have decided to make it a series of one-shots.

Tonight heaven is full of little angels.

You sit in front of the glaring screen as the cursor blinks to write about the tragedy that took place yesterday. You watch as the cursor blinks, words swirl in your mind, hands on the keyboard but you can't form a sentence. How do you try and write about something that has left you devastated and feeling utterly helpless? How do you write about something that has left you weeping and full of grief when they show the devastated families, the bullet ridden walls that will not look out of place in a war-zone? The bodies of the little angels, the shining beacons of the future snuffed out so early and so cruelly. How do write that you have never seen so many coffins hoisted on the shoulders and lowered into the cold unforgiving ground, gone forever.

How do you wrap your head around the fact that people targeted children, sweet innocent children who haven't seen how cruel and harsh the world is? Who haven't truly lived on this pale blue dot has been taken away so brutally. Their crime being born to an army officer, it's said that in wars it's the soldiers who embrace martyrdom but in Pakistan it's the children of the jawans who laid down their lives.

How do you put words on paper and try to describe the loss to 141 families that will never be same again? Families that will never see their children again, will never hear them asking what's for lunch?
Look I got the highest marks in a test; I scored the most runs in a cricket match. Amma my siblings are teasing me, Baba can I get more pocket money. Some friends won't hear the endearment that was used for them; they will no longer have a cheating partner, someone to confide in. Children left without the protection of their mothers, who stood up to the brutes.

You turn on the news, you hear the politicians condemning the heinous act, promising a cash reward to the victims and leaving the scene flanked by tens of hundreds of guards. You see the injured covered in blood scarred for life; you see the light in their eyes dim. You see the coffins stacked like books filled with the martyrs truly the smallest coffins are the heaviest t You seem some playing the blame game, you see the reporters with no shred of dignity shoving mics and cameras in front of the grieving families as they hoist their children onto their shoulders for one last time. You see the wailing mother as she tries to catch a last glimpse of her child, as the fathers carry him away forever. No parent should have to bury their child.

You hold vigils, you donate blood, you condemn and hang the convicts but the feeling of helplessness doesn't fade. You still can't wrap your head around the fact that people killed children today, lined them up and shot them one by one execution style. The last thing those poor souls saw was the barrel of the gun and then black.

Children are the only truly untouched souls in this world who don't know and don't care how evil and harsh the world is. They are content in their own world, where everything is all right and there is a happy ever after for everyone. They represent everything good in the world and for them to be taken away so brutally is so mind-numbingly shocking that it moves even the most hardened person in the world. Tonight heaven is full of little angels.