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The castle was unnaturally silent

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The castle was unnaturally silent. There were no flashes of light, bangs, screams, or shouts. The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Emeralds were still scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of marble and splintered wood. Part of the banisters had been blown away.

"Where is everyone?" whispered Hermione.

Ron led the way to the Great Hall. Harry stopped in the doorway. The House tables were gone and the room was crowded. The survivors stood in groups, their arms around each other's necks. The injured were being treated upon the raised platform by Madam Pomfrey and a group of helpers. Firenze was amongst the injured; his flank poured blood and he shook where he lay, unable to stand. The dead laid in a row in the middle of the Hall.

Harry could not see Fred's body, because his family surrounded him. George was kneeling at his head. Molly was lying across Fred's chest, her body shaking, Arthur was stroking her hair while tears cascaded down his cheeks. Without a word to Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. Harry saw Hermione approach Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hugged her before joining Sally in the corner of the room. The two exchanged a quick, messy, tear-stained kiss.

Kimberly sobbed and ran up to Ron, flinging herself onto her, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugged her back, pressing his lips to her hair as he cried. After their hug, they joined hugs and walked to his family, mourning their loss.

Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking. Harry reeled backward from the doorway, not being able to properly comprehend what he had truly lost within a day's notice.

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