The saddest coffins are the smallest

Harry Potter is dead. Nobody thinks much of it - after all, he's a Slytherin. The world keeps turning. People keep living. They don't need a Slytherin Potter.

Until they do. But he's dead. And they have no one to blame but themselves.

(The end of the Pushed too far 'verse)

[The saddest coffins are the smallest has now been added as a chapter to this story]