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Years have passed where the Elder Wand slipped through our raven-haired hero’s fingertips; to plunge into the depths below, broken and never to be a trouble again. Voldemort was dead, his reign of everlasting terror brought to a halt, and the Wizarding World forever in Harry’s debt. However, it would take months maybe even years for Wizarding Britain to recover from the destruction and despair of Voldemort and his cronies, and even with the evil mastermind lying lifeless on the cobbles of Hogwarts courtyard; there were still a couple of nails to put in his and his Death Eaters coffins. With casualties great on both sides and what was once the Great Hall filled to the brim with rows upon rows of bodies some with their eyes open glazed over healing and processing the battle just passed, some lying still covered from head to toe in white vale and their souls roaming another realm, and some whose souls were long gone but their bodies yet to be left to rest from the people grieving.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Harry passed rows upon rows of bodies that seemed to go on for eternity, people on his right sitting on the house benches some with potions, some with steaming hot cups of tea, some attending to injuries, and some just smiled Hagrid being one of them, as ungroomed as ever but relatively unscathed only to stand and embrace Harry in a bone crushing hug.
“Glad ye’ safe Harry, finally safe.” Hagrid’s smile was now gone, replaced by a sniffle and a shiver.
“Sorry to have scared you like that Hagrid, I'm so sorry. But it's over now right? I'm glad you’re okay!”
“Yeah” and with that Hagrid limped back on over to sit on the bench, snivelling slightly but somewhat happy, at peace if you will.
However, it wasn’t going to be all hugs and sunshine. Even if the Sun had come out for the occasion, it's beams of light and hope fluttering through the holes in the walls and windows. It was as he turned back around from the bench Harry saw a flock of people with red hair, a beacon of fire within the evening sun, they were all surrounding one of the bodies on the floor. It was the Weasleys, surrounding the bloodied body of Fred. Of all the people Harry had walked past whom wasn't covered by white vale, Fred, well ..... he was one of the worst. Harry wouldn't have recognised him if it wasn't for his twin with the missing ear sobbing on to his body.
The entire Weasley family was devastated .... by the looks on their faces, Ron was cuddling into Hermione both sobbing into each other, Bill and Charlie were both sitting there faces void of emotion, exempt for the pools of sorrow you could see from their eyes, Molly being the motherly figure she is was petting George's hair trying to calm him down ... tears silently flowing down her rosy cheeks, and Arthur nowhere to be seen. However, he wasn't the only one missing; Percy, Harry couldn't see him at first, but after a moment of looking at the red headed crew he spotted him, curled up into a ball on the floor, his face as white as snow looking like he'd seen a ghost.
Molly was the first person to notice Harry. Standing there in shock, it can't be. Fred couldn't be dead! He just couldn't be.
"Molly?" Harry croaked. He was quite fond of the twins ... well, he was quite fond of the entire Weasley clan, but the twin especially.
"It's okay my dear, come here. It's over now. Everything's fine .... just fine."
Harry just looked at her in disbelief .... her son was lying their life less and she was saying everything is fine?
"Arthur has gone to St Mungos to get a ward ready for Fred dear, he's going to be ok ...... I hope." Molly sniffled.