Because I had to, even though I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant by "everyone's reactions". Now... prepare to cry.
November 1st, 1981 and May 3rd, 1998.
The two days that Harry's life was celebrated, because it had meant the death of a horrible man that had destructed everyone's lives.
December 5th, 2079.
The day that Harry's life was mourned.
Every wizard knew about it, naturally. Owls spread the news. People hugged their friends. Stories from Hogwarts were passed from grandparent to grandchild about the boy that had changed their world.
The Great Hall was silent, because Harry Potter had sat right here at some point and now he was dead.
And sobs echoed through the walls of the Burrow.
I was trying to mimic the atmosphere in the first chapter of the first book.
I have like two seconds before my parents shut the internet off so I have no time to say anything else but... I will talk to all of you later.
~writergal24