Aftermath

by Allicat9

But the past is just the same-and War's a bloody game...Have you forgotten yet?...Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget. The fallen fifty of the Battle of Hogwarts finally have their stories told. PLEASE REVIEW!

42. Selena Spavin

Ring around the Rosy

Selena remembers playing with her sisters in the endless fields behind their country home. She remembers singing with her sisters, chasing her father down to the stream, helping her mother bake bread. She remembers innocence.

A pocket full of posy

She brought posies to the first funeral she went to. Dorcas Meadows had been a friend at Hogwarts, though they had been in different houses. She was supposed to bring posies to Dorcas' wedding. Not her funeral. War was a terrible thing.

Ashes, Ashes

It's all ashes. Her sanctuary, her school, the one she's taught in for nearly fifteen years is now a bastion for Dark Magic. The kind of magic even an art teacher like her can never appreciate. She tries to aid them, the rebel students. She hides Pravati Patil under her desk when the Carrows are on one of their rampages. She sneaks muggle books to some students in class. She tries to be both brave and practical, both loyal and cunning. But still, the school she once knew seems to crumble into dust.

We all fall down

She dies alone on the steps of the Great Hall. When they drag her into the Great Hall when the Battle stops for a brief moment, Pravati Patil cries over her body. Sybil Trelawney brushes the leaves from her hair. But Selena Spavin does not rise. She stays on the ground, where she fell.