Teardrops On My Guitar –Taylor Swift
The battle was over. Voldemort was dead. He was free. And despite all these things Harry still couldn't feel happy, with all the deaths of people he loved, and who had died to save him. Dobby, Fred, Lupin and Tonks, all these people's deaths would leave a wake of despair in their wakes. Especially Fred's. Harry sighed. He knew exactly where all the Weasleys were at this precise moment; crying over their lost relative. Fred would never play another prank on him, and the way George was acting, neither would his twin. A teardrop slid slowly down his pale cheek. A flash of fire beside him, and suddenly Ginny was at his side. He turned to look at her, her eyes were red and puffy, but she was still beautiful. He kissed he hair and inhaled her sweet scent. There was still hope in the world, after all.