He no longer looked like himself. More than one person had given him a long look to try to determine his identity. He wasn't black or brown anymore - and it was probably difficult to rule out anything too much if they didn't look at his face. Kingsley was red. To his credit, it by far wasn't all his. Most of the slime of bodies, that wasn't red, had come off, but his clothes were soaked and dripped. Blood kept coming afresh to redden his arms, his legs, his face. But the adrenaline rush hadn't worn off yet, not with so many on the ground, and Kingsley didn't know who.
He hadn't seem Emmeline in a while. At some point as the battle raged, he had lost sight of her. Both of them, he was fairly certain, had thrown themselves into the thick of it. And Em was skilled enough, yes, but he hadn't seen her. And there were others. Kingsley left marks above the living for the healers, but he hadn't let anyone of them see him yet. Kingsley didn't want to sit down - couldn't sit down yet.
But seeing the back of a head of hair, Kingsley crouched down and rolled the body gently over. Kevin. Kevin Entwhistle. He was only a boy! He had been intelligent and kind and sweet - and yes, through some of Kingsley's exchanges with him, it became clear the young man - Kingsley wasn't going to call him a boy now - thought very well of him. But that...hadn't Kevin been freeing people from Azkaban? When had he even shown up?
There were many bodies around Hogsmeade, around the battle, but Kingsley pulled Kevin's body into his arms and stood. It hurt, with the extra weight. Kingsley felt parts of his skin stretch and break more than they already were. But that didn't matter. Kingsley began stepping back toward the general direction the healers were. And as he walked back, he saw - Emmeline!
He was so happy to see her, but there was so much sadness and death it couldn't make up for, like the body in his arms. Slowly but steadily, Kingsley made his way over toward her. As he came closer, Kingsley saw the body at her feet. Voldemort. That dark wizard was dead - and staying that way. The world...a third war like this, a third round of him. "Hello," Kingsley greeted her.