The Fallen


A Memorial Day Tribute to those who have fought in wars for people all over the world. This is for you, whether you are a person who lives in the real world, or the characters that live in the pages of books.


Harry sat with his legs crossed as he looked around the grounds of Hogwarts. They had won, everything that had fought for was within their grasp. No evil tyrant leering over them. The Light side had prevailed.

He wasn't sure that the grounds would ever look right ever again, the blood and gore that was covering the lawn made it impossible to remember what it had looked like before. He turned to the school next. Several parts of the castle were in ruin.

Severus Snape…

Fred Weasley…

Remus Lupin…

Tonks…

Colin Creevey…

And 50 others…

They were all gone. And that was only the people that died here. There were people who were missing and injured. Muggles that had died just for being who they were. Children bitten by werewolves like Greyback who didn't survive the bite. People like Sirius who had been locked up unjustly. People who deserved to see the world that they had fought to make, that they had died to make.

Harry sighed. Then stood up, determined. It was up to them then, to make the world a better place; a place they would be proud of. Harry started walking back up to the school. It was time they got started.