Hagrid after the battle.
Note: A surprise tornado threw off my writing game! It knocked out our power, and there was really nothing for me to do! Now that i haven't written in a little while it's thrown my game off!
When the world was celebrating Harry Potter's victory, Hagrid noticed that after the eruption of joy and noise, the world slipped into a musical calm.
It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
That peaceful quiet after the raging war...
Tears streaming down his face, he limped to his little hut and gripped the door frame of his home. So many children had died, as had their parents, as had their uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, and the occasional perfect stranger. So many had died and had not gotten this chance to enjoy the beautiful silence of peace. He choked, and wiped his ruddy face on his sleeve.
He was so lucky to be accounted for, among the living.
Hagrid's sobs eventually turned to laughter, to sobs, and then again to laughter, before once again finally puttering out into a one last remorseful sigh. The dawn had shed it's light on a new day, and Hagrid would be around to see it.
He didn't know why that thought made him feel so empty.
Sniffling one last time, he shouldered his way into the Hut, leaving the door up, and sank into his bed-a bed he hadn't seen in long time.
And with the door wide open on a new peaceful world, Hagrid fell asleep.
End