This chapter is dedicated to Lavenders_eclipse , for being a wonderful Wattpad friend, and for making me the new lovely cover!! Thanks so much!!! :D

I also wanted to say, I will be rotating between groups of people (you'll see from the title this chapter is Hinny), but that's not to say that other characters shan't be in the chapters that aren't specifically theirs. It's just to say that the listed couple(s) reactions and/or healing will be the primary focus!

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The chaos had died down--but that's not to say the Hogwarts' Great Hall was peaceful. Sobs rung out as families and friends mourned the deaths of their fallen loved ones. Muffled shrieks of pain penetrated the solemn atmosphere from the corner where Madam Pomfrey was attempting (and most often succeeding) to heal the physical wounds inflicted. The emotional damage was far beyond repair.

Harry Potter stood in the centre of the Hall, surveying the now only partial families, his dead allies and his fallen friends. He had escaped the battle mainly unscathed, but the seventeen year old was not the whole young man he appeared. The trauma he had suffered in the last twenty-four hours was something that could be compared only to his lifetime of woe. Similar could be said for many of the occupants of Hogwarts.

A large red haired family was huddled around a stretcher in the back left of the room. Harry Potter's eyes stayed prolongedly on them. Only when the smallest member, a teenaged girl, moved from its ranks, could the body be seen.

His vibrant red hair was tousled, his final trademark smile was still visible behind his look of surprise. There was no doubt that it was Fred Weasley. The lighthearted, funny troublemaker lay with the fallen victims. His twin--his partner-in-crime, looking so much like him. George's face even shone with surprise like his brother's, but it was also streaked in tears.

Harry moved toward the girl, and embraced her. Ginny's silent tears were absorbed by the blue shirt covering his chest. Neither of them spoke. They just held each other, and remembered all that had happened. The tumbling stone, the Demetor's soul-sucking mouths, the streaks of green light that seemed to be burnt permanently into their vision. But primarily, they thought of the people that the stone covered. The owners of the souls that could never be retrieved. The friends that green light had hit.

Harry looked around the room. Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin had been laid on the ground. Their ringed hands were reaching out, but still inches away from each other.

Parvati Patil was sobbing over the mangled body of Lavender Brown. Her sister, Padma was trying in vain to comfort her.

Colin Creevy was only just recognisable as the young boy who had annoyed Harry. His face had hardened and aged more quickly than it should have. Although he was still a teenager, he looked as old as the adults as he lay, spread-eagled, on the beige cloth of the stretcher.

They were all dead. Dead because of him, Harry. Dead because he had asked them to fight. Dead because he had lived.

"I know what you keep saying," Ginny spoke, quietly. Harry looked down at her, puzzled by her sudden return to herself. "That these people died for you--"

"They are--they... They did," Harry interrupted, mournfully.

"You really think they fought and died, just for you, Harry?" She asked, sincerely. She frowned as her replied.

"Well, they wouldn't've died tonight, if Voldemort hadn't wanted me," Harry said, exasperatedly. Why couldn't she just see the obvious? It was his fault!

"Harry! Fred died--" her voice shook slightly, but her expression was fierce. "Fred died because he wanted to to live in a better world. Not one ruled by...Voldemort. He wanted us all to be lighthearted, and full of humour. Remus and Tonks fought because they wanted their son to grow up in a safe world. Lavender was there to be attacked because she believed that we needed to fight for what was right. Colin knew that no matter what happened, it was better than the dastardly alternative," she said, bitterly, and persisted, "That's why I fought! That's why we all fought, and that's why some of us died!" She even sounded irritated with his reluctance to accept what she was saying.

Harry just shook his head, and moved away from her. They were dead. She was right about that. But, he also knew he was to blame.