All He Used To Be
"He used to be a good boy. I only hope you remember that."
When all hope faded, and the light was extinguished like the flame of a candle, the world was not, as so many had feared, plunged into a hellish darkness. New laws were created, and reform was pushed for at lightening speed, but in the months following the fall of Dumbledore and his great 'Order' the Wizarding World began to know peace as they never had before.
The last speech Albus Dumbledore gave before his untimely death started with "something wicked this way comes." It was a speech calling all witches and wizards to arms, and demanding that sides be chosen, assuring the general population that the Light was winning, and that their dear 'savior' was being completely prepared to head the battle against the 'Great Darkness' he seemed to think they all faced. His speech ended in a spray of blood and a cloaked figure speaking into his arm in some kind of code talking about some man named Charlie Foxtrot.
The Wizarding World was in absolute chaos for three days before Tom Riddle declared that he had assumed control of the Ministry and that he would be acting as the new Minister of Magic until a suitable leader could be elected. He assured his loyal subjects that he had no intention for any further blood shed and that with everyones co-operation everything could go back to better than before. Scores of people demanded to be told what his plans for muggleborns and half bloods were and only after he had assured the whole of wizarding Britain that he had no fell plans for anyone with magic flowing through their veins did anyone stop to think about where their Savior had gone. Minister Riddle said that most unfortunately Harry Potter was dead, and that it burdened his heart to know that it has taken an entire week for anyone to realize he was missing.
"The sky has lost a star, my friends," he had said. "It is a terrible burden to stand before you and announce that such a young and beautiful life has been cut short, for such unappreciative people."
The masses had scoffed at this at first, but upon reflection they began to realize that they had never once thanked, or been grateful for the sacrifices that young Harry had made.
"I hope you will come to realize, that in defense of you, a people who neither loved, or believed in young Mr. Potter, he suffered so exquistely, for so long. And I am sure had he completed the task sat before him, and defeated me as was seemingly prophesized, that he would have been persecuted and scorned for the unbelievable power it would have taken to do so. I can only hope that you feel shame for the death that you as a nation have caused, because regardless of the foe, no child should be sacrificed for any imagined 'greater good'.
And so the wizarding world mourned the loss of its savior; but more than that, the wizarding world mourned the loss of an innocent child.