[HP] Stranger things

My last year at Hogwarts seemed to go by surprisingly fast.Ann seemed to be a different person. She frantically learned all kinds of spells and potions. Even if Susan showed concern for her, it was useless. She still absorbed all kinds of knowledge like a sponge, even the black ones. Magic is good at learning, of course, she is also very active in learning those black magic knowledge.

It was obvious that Fudge didn't believe the man was back.He even sent a pink toad to the school to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, turning it into a pure theory class.Ann didn't express anything particularly big about this, and she didn't even care much about this woman's dominance at school, she was only obsessed with black magic in the black magic area.

Later, I heard that the savior founded an organization called DA, and Zacharias and the others joined in one after another.Also heard that Cho Chang of Ravenclaw betrayed them because of Veritaserum.But none of these things left any trace in Ann's heart.It seemed that since Cedric was in St. Mungo's, nothing could shake her.Along with Cedric was placed in the ward, and her heart.

Later, it was reported that a large number of loyal Death Eaters had escaped from prison, which gave her a short rest for half a day. Ann sat in the common room, looked at the specimens placed here by Professor Sprout on the wall, and said nothing. He didn't say anything, and then devoted himself to the study of black magic again.Even stronger than before.Seeing Ann like this, none of them knew what to do, they could only pray that Cedric would wake up as soon as possible.

Even in such a tense time in the seventh grade, Ann kept writing to Cedric at the frequency of one letter a day.There was a lot written in it, and she wanted to tell Cedric some things herself, but she never sent these letters.She seemed to have suddenly lost her courage, unable to face the fact that the letter she sent had not received a reply, as if as long as she didn't send it, she could deceive herself and live in the illusion that he was still with her.

After finishing the last test of NEWTs and walking out of the examination room, seeing the big W in the sky that the Weasley twins used as a prank to explode with fireworks, An felt that her heart was suddenly touched by something.Where there is oppression, there is resistance.Just like after darkness, there is always light.Like, that person is bound to fail in the end.

The last time they walked inside Hogwarts, Ann was still in a daze. They were leaving school tomorrow, and this was the last time they took the Hogwarts Express.She has stepped on every inch of Hogwarts with Cedric, and there are too many memories of her here.In other words, this land carries the memories of too many people.

In fact, having a beautiful campus relationship is not tormenting in itself. What is tormenting is that when you are free, you will be surrounded by mountains and rivers. The feeling of suffocation with nowhere to escape, like a shadow, reminds you all the time. Had him, you lost him.

Ann lost the mood to continue visiting Hogwarts.Back to the dormitory.Susan is not in the dormitory.Looking at the empty dormitory, An recalled in a daze the innocence they had when they first came in, and at the same time looked forward to their future life very much.But now, she couldn't arouse any passion.

While lying on the bed, she was replaying the memories of Hogwarts over the years in her mind.good, not good.warm, cold.There are also their first kiss, first hug, and every bit of getting along.Until the last scene, he was lying on the grass cold all over, his eyes wide open as if he had seen something unbelievable, the gem embedded in the necklace on his neck was broken, his hair was messy and his clothes were messy as he always loved to be clean and tidy. There are grass clippings, and half of the sleeve has been burned.

Ann clenched the wand in her hand. Isn't it Voldemort? She will fight him to the end, even if she sheds the last drop of blood and exhausts the last bit of magic power.

After graduating, An entered the Ministry of Magic as she wished and became an Auror. After Fudge's downfall, An also clearly realized that the new minister was either a Death Eater or a person who favored the Dark Lord.But she didn't leave the Ministry of Magic, and she even contacted Professor Dumbledore to join the Order of the Phoenix.

But all the while, she didn't have the courage to look at Cedric.She was afraid that he would not wake up, and also that he had forgotten her.She could use the Killing Curse without changing her face now, but she still didn't have the courage to step into St. Mungo's.She vomited for a long time after using the Killing Curse on a Death Eater for the first time, and that's when she realized that she wasn't strong enough to be invincible.She's still a weakling who needs the protection of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sometimes she would also think, didn't Cedric say that he was Hufflepuff's No.2, why, he hasn't woken up yet, why can't he still give her a smile, so that she won't forget the warmth.

"Ann! He's awake!" Just as An was sitting in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, listening to the nagging complaints of Black's house-elf, Tonks suddenly rushed in and said such a sentence to her, undoubtedly a □□, exploded in her calm heart like stagnant water.

Ann turned his head in a daze to look at the excited Tonks, and then at Dumbledore with a smile on his face. Even Moody, who is known for his iron blood, also showed a smile.

"Go and see him, boy," said Mr. Weasley.Ann even felt that everyone present was looking at her with kind eyes.But she didn't have the courage to face Cedric.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Maybe this child was carried by you. Go, Anderson."

But Ann still felt unreal, as if, when she had already made some sacrifices, she suddenly felt fetters again.

Ann finally made a trip to St. Mungo's because she thought there might be something coming back to life.Through the window glass, she saw Cedric sitting on the bed. He looked very pale, but he was still in good spirits. For a while, Ann hesitated. She didn't know whether she should go in or whether it would disturb him. , Could it all be an illusion.It may be that I have been missing for too long, so I am a little worried about gains and losses.

But Cedric seemed to feel something, and moved his eyes over, and the two of them looked at each other.Cedric instantly burst into a gorgeous smile, exactly the same as the warm and bright smile in memory.An felt that something was passing through her heart to her limbs, and it was warm.

Ann finally plucked up the courage to push the door and go in. When she touched Cedric's warm skin, she finally realized that this painful dream was over.

Cedric pulled Ann into his arms, and the two of them said nothing, but hugged quietly.An felt that something was flowing out of her eye sockets, which was not even controlled by her consciousness.She didn't cry when she learned of his death, she didn't cry when she learned that he didn't know how long he was going to sleep, she didn't even cry when she heard that he woke up.But this strength and stubbornness collapsed the moment he saw Cedric.

Merlin took pity on her and did not take her Cedric.She didn't even know what she had relied on to support herself during this period of time.Fortunately he is back.

"Sed, it's good to be back." She said with some sobs.

Cedric, who was still sad that he couldn't see Ann when he woke up, understood what Ann had gone through during his coma.Cedric patted Ann on the back slowly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Ann, I made you worry. This kind of thing will never happen again. Don't worry. I will never leave again, and no one can leave. You took me from your hands."

Neither, till death do them part.

Cedric returned to Hogwarts to repeat his seventh year.And Ann continued to fight the Death Eaters on the battlefield.Until the final battle comes.

Standing back to back with Cedric, she gave her back to the person she trusted the most.Ann saw George, who was missing an ear, and Fred, who was still handsome and mischievous. Because of this, everyone can now distinguish them clearly. She also saw Tonks and Professor Lupine standing side by side, standing firm. Gryffindors on the side of the Savior.

"Avada Kedavra!" An Zai yelled the moment he saw a black shadow beside him.Then he turned his head to look at the Weasley twins whose expressions changed slightly. "Be careful, it's not a good deal to die at the hands of these scumbags, two famous businessman Weasley."

George sighed and said, "My God, after two years, I finally saw the style of Hufflepuff No.1 again."

"Yes, it seems that our Hogwarts garden grass is really powerful." Fred also came to join in the fun.None of them had the Unforgivable Curse that Tian used, as if it was just an ordinary spell.

Seeing the Weasley twins like this, my mood improved unconsciously.Ann and Cedric held each other's hands and said nothing.But that aura of tacit understanding cannot tolerate others at all.

"Harry Potter is dead! He was killed as he fled, and while you gave your life for him, he ran for his own life. We bring you his body to prove that your hero is indeed dead. "Ann heard the so-called Dark Lord downstairs shouting.It's so ridiculous that people think he is bluffing.

"We've won. You've lost half your resistance. My Death Eaters outnumber you now, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. No more wars. Nobody stands, men, women, and children , shoot to kill, and all his family members. Now, come out of the castle and kneel before me, and you will be forgiven. Your parents, children, brothers and sisters will also be forgiven, live on, and you will enter with me into the A new world to build together.”

There was silence on the playground and in the castle.

"No!"

The scream was terrible, and it was never imagined, nor dreamed, that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.While the other woman laughed loudly, it was Bellatrix gloating at McGonagall's desperation.The open door was packed, and those who had survived the battle came to face the Conqueror on the front steps, to witness the fact of Harry's death.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry! Harry!"

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's voices were more piercing than McGonagall's.Their shouts were like detonators, and the survivors responded, cursing the Death Eaters at the top of their lungs, and finally—

"Quiet!" Voldemort yelled, and there was a bang and a flash of light, and they were all forced into silence: "It's over! Hagrid, put him at my feet, he only deserves to stay here!"

"See?" said Voldemort. "Harry Potter is dead! You blinded ones, do you understand now? He is nothing at all, just a little boy who depends on someone else to die for him!"

"He beat you!" Ron shouted, and the spell was broken, and the defenders of Hogwarts roared and shouted again.A second later, there was an even more earth-shattering bang, and they lost their voices again.

"He was killed trying to escape from the school," said Voldemort, seemingly flattered by his lying, "killed trying to escape himself—"

But Voldemort couldn't finish his sentence. Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor rushed out, but was disarmed by a disarmer and fell heavily to the ground. Voldemort laughed and threw the challenger's wand toss aside.

"Who is this?" He said in a soft, snake-like hiss, "Who took the initiative to defy the law and let everyone see what will happen if you continue to resist after defeat?"

Bellatrix smiled happily.

"It's Neville Longbottom, master! The boy who caused so much trouble for the Carlos! The son of the Auror couple, remember?"

"Ah, yes, I remember." Voldemort said, looking down at Neville.With his bare hands and no cover, Neville struggled to his feet and stood in the clearing between the survivors and the Death Eaters. "But you're a purebred wizard, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands clenched into fists.

"So what?" said Neville loudly.

"You've shown courage and determination, and you're of noble birth. You'd be a rare Death Eater. We need someone like you, Neville Longbottom."

"I'm not going with you until hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!"

"Very well," said Voldemort. "If that's your choice, Longbottom, we'll just have to go with the plan. Let it," he said softly, "fall to your head."

A few seconds later, a strange bird-like thing flew out of one of the smashed windows of the castle.It flew out of the dim light and landed in Voldemort's hands.Voldemort shook the musty object by its prongs, and it hung empty and limp: the Sorting Hat.

"Hogwarts School needs no more Houses," said Voldemort, "no more Houses. The coat of arms, shield and banner of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, to all of you Suffice it to say, isn't it, Neville Longbottom?"

He pointed his wand at Neville, who immediately froze and remained motionless.Then Voldemort pushed the hat on Neville's head so hard that the brim slid under Neville's eyes.There was commotion in the crowd watching this scene in front of the castle, and the Death Eaters raised their wands in unison to prevent the Hogwarts rebels from approaching.

"Neville is going to show everyone what happens to those who foolishly continue to defy me." Voldemort said with a wave of his wand, and the Sorting Hat immediately burst into flames.

Shouts ripped through the dawn sky, and Neville was on fire, but was pinned in place, unable to move.Then, many things happened at the same time.

They heard commotion coming from the school boundary wall in the distance. It seemed that thousands of people jumped over the wall out of sight and rushed towards the castle with loud shouts.At the same moment, Gropp wobbled around the side of the castle, shouting, "Hagrid!" and Voldemort's giants roared back.They charged at Glop like bull elephants, making the earth tremble.Then there was the sound of horseshoes and the sound of drawing a bow. In the blink of an eye, sharp arrows shot among the Death Eaters one after another.They cried out in surprise and lost their feet.Now Neville was able to move too.

Neville straightened up, freed himself from the full-body restraint spell, and his flaming hat slipped off.From it he drew something silver, with a gleaming handle set with rubies—

In the roar of the swarming crowd, in the slaughter of the giants, in the hooves of the swarming centaurs, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword cutting, but it seemed to attract every pair of eyes.With one blow of the sword, Neville chopped off the serpent's head, which spun high into the sky, shining brightly in the light spilling from the hall.Voldemort opened his mouth to let out an angry cry, but no one heard it, and then, with a boom, the snake fell heavily at his feet—

The whole scene was chaotic.The centaurs charged into battle, chasing the Death Eaters into flight, each fleeing from the giant's trample, and reinforcements came from nowhere, coming closer and closer.Winged behemoths Thestrals and Hippogriff Buckbeak hovered above Voldemort's giants, clawing at their eyes, and Gropp punched them hard.At this time all the wizards, whether it was the defenders of Hogwarts or Voldemort's Death Eaters, were forced to retreat to the castle.

More and more people swarmed up the front steps, and Charlie Weasley overtook Horace Thraghorn, still in his emerald green pajamas.Behind them, there seemed to be all the heavy Hogwarts friends and relatives who stayed behind to fight, and the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade village.With a loud clap of horseshoes, the centaur Bane, Ronan, and Margaret rushed into the auditorium, and at the same time, the door leading to the kitchen behind them was blown off its hinges.

Hogwarts house-elves poured into the hall, screaming and brandishing knives and cleavers, led by Klee with Regulus Black's locket on his chest Che, his bullfrog voice was still audible even amidst the din: "Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of the house-elves! In the name of brave Regulus, resist Dark Lord! Fight!"

They slashed and stabbed at the ankles and calves of the Death Eaters, their little faces burning with hatred.No matter where you look, all you see are Death Eaters who are crushed by a large number of elves, subdued by spells, those who have been stabbed in the leg are pulling arrows out of the wound, and others are Trying to escape, he was overwhelmed by the swarming elves.

But the battle is not over.

Voldemort was at the center of the battle, striking right and left at those around him.There are more and more people in the auditorium, as long as they can walk, they are trying to squeeze in.

Yaxley was knocked down by George and Lee Jordan, Dolohov collapsed with a scream in Flitwick's hands, and Walton McNeil was thrown across the auditorium by Hagrid , slammed into the stone wall and slid unconscious to the ground.He also saw Ron and Neville beat Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth stun Rookwood, Arthur and Percy knock Thickness down, and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy was running around through the crowd, not taking part in the fight at all, just calling out for their son.

Voldemort was fighting McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley at the same time, his face was filled with cruel hatred, and the three of them shuttled around him, dodged, but could not kill him—

McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn were all blown away, thrashing and writhing in the air, and Voldemort saw his last and most loyal assistant, Bellatrix, knocked down, angry like □The same thing exploded.Voldemort pointed his wand at Molly Weasley.

"Armor protection!" Harry roared, and the Iron Armor Curse immediately ran across the center of the hall, and Voldemort looked around to see who had cast it.Harry finally took off the invisibility cloak.

Shouts of astonishment, cheers, shouts of "Harry!"Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and at the same time began to face each other in circles, and people were gripped, and there was a sudden deathly silence in the Great Hall.

"I don't want anyone to help," Harry said aloud, his voice carried as far as a trumpet in the utter silence, "it has to be this, it has to be me."

A hissing sound came from Voldemort's mouth.

"Potter isn't telling the truth," he said, his red eyes widening. "That's not his thing, is it? Who are you trying to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody," said Harry crisply, "the Horcruxes are gone. It's just you and me. We can't both live, only one survives, and one of us is going to leave forever..."

"One of us?" sneered Voldemort, his whole body tense and red eyes glaring like a snake ready to attack, "you think it's you, don't you, the one who accidentally The boy who survived?"

"Is it an accident that my mother died trying to save me?" Harry asked.The two were still moving sideways, in circles, always keeping the same distance. "Is it a coincidence that I decided to resist in that cemetery? Tonight I survived without resistance and came back to fight again, is it also a coincidence?"

"By chance!" cried Voldemort, but still did not strike.The surrounding crowd froze, as if they had been petrified. There were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and it seemed that only the two of them were breathing. "Accident, luck, and you always hide behind the adults and cry, and let me kill them for you!"

"You're not going to kill anyone tonight," Harry said, and they went around in circles, looking into each other's eyes, green to red, "you're not going to kill any of them, ever." Think. Understand? To stop you from hurting these people, I'm ready to die—?"

"you have not!"

"—I made up my mind, that's the point. I did what my mother did. You can't hurt them anymore. Don't you see that the spells you shoot at them are no longer binding? You can't torture them, You can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"

"How dare you—"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "I know things you don't, Tom Riddle. I know many important things you don't. Would you like to hear it before you make another big mistake?"

Voldemort didn't speak, just walked around in circles silently.

"Love again?" said Voldemort, his serpentine face full of sarcasm. "Dumbledore's talisman, Love, which he claimed could conquer death, failed to keep him from falling from his tower and fell to pieces like an old wax figure." !Love, that didn't stop me from crushing your mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - no one seemed to stand up for my spell this time out of love. So how could you when I did not die?"

"Only a little," said Harry, still facing each other in circles and holding each other, separated only by the last secret.

"If it wasn't love that saved you this time," said Voldemort, "do you believe you have magic that I don't have, or a weapon that's more powerful than mine?"

"It's a bit of both," said Harry.He saw a trace of panic flash across Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting.Voldemort laughed, a laugh more terrifying than his cry: cold and mad, echoing through the silent Great Hall.

"You think you know more magic than I do?" he said. "More magic than I—Lord Voldemort? I've done more magic than Dumbledore could have dreamed of!"

"Oh, he thought about it," said Harry, "but he was wiser than doing what you did."

"You mean he's weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He's weak, he has no guts, he's too weak to take what's his - now it's mine!"

"No, he's smarter than you," said Harry, "a better wizard, and a better man."

"I killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"You thought so," said Harry, "but you were wrong."

For the first time, there was commotion in the crowd of onlookers, and hundreds of people by the wall took a breath at the same time.

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort hurled the words at Harry, as if it could cause Harry unbearable pain, "his body is rotting in a marble tomb on the castle wasteland. , I see, Potter, he's never coming back!"

"Yes, Dumbledore died," said Harry quietly, "but you didn't arrange it. He chose his own way of death, he chose it months before he died, and he and the person you thought was you The servants arranged everything together."

"What childish nonsense!" said Voldemort, but he still didn't strike, his red eyes fixed on Harry's.

"Severus Snape isn't your man," said Harry, "Snape is Dumbledore's man, he's been Dumbledore's man since long before you started hunting my mother. You never found out, because you don't understand that sort of thing. You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"

Voldemort didn't answer.They continued to confront each other in circles, like two wolves ready to tear each other to pieces.

"Snape's Patronus is a doe," said Harry, "same as my mother's, because he loved her almost all his life, since they were children. Actually, you should have found out," he said Voldemort's nostrils flared suddenly, and he added, "He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He longed for her, that's all," said Voldemort with a sneer, "but after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world, purer, more worthy of him—"

"Of course he would tell you that," said Harry, "but he's been Dumbledore's agent since the time you threatened my mother, and has been against you ever since! When Dumbledore was dying, Sney Pucai ended his life."

"That doesn't matter!" shrieked Voldemort, who had been listening to Harry's every word with rapt attention, and burst into a burst of manic laughter, "Whether Snape is mine or Dumbledore's, It doesn't matter what little stumbling block they try to put in my way! I destroyed them, just like I destroyed your mother, Snape's so-called great love! Oh, but it shows the point, Potter, but you won't understand!"

"Dumbledore prevented me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the true owner of the Elder Wand! But I beat you, little boy - I got the wand before you did it, and I got the wand before you When I wake up, I know the truth. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and now the Elder Wand, the Death Cudgel, and the Fate Wand are truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan fell through Yes, Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, that's right," said Harry, "you're right, but before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you've done... think about it, try to do some confession, Li Del..."

"What does this mean?"

Of all the things Harry had said to Voldemort, revealing and cynical, nothing had shocked Voldemort so much.Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits, saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

"This is your last chance," said Harry, "your one and only chance... I've seen what happens when you don't repent... Be brave... try it... try to do some repentance..."

"How dare you—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's last plan had no unexpected consequences for me at all, as it did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand that held the Elder Wand was shaking, and Harry gripped Draco's wand tightly.He knew that moment was coming.

"That wand still won't do exactly what you want because you killed the wrong man. Severus Snape wasn't the true master of the Elder Wand at all, and he didn't beat Dumbledore at all."

"He killed—"

"Didn't you hear me? Snape didn't defeat Dumbledore at all! They planned Dumbledore's death together! Dumbledore planned to die undefeated and become the last true owner of the wand! If everything goes As planned, the power of the wand should die with him, for no one has ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice trembled with malice. "I stole the wand from the grave of its last owner! I disobeyed its last owner." The will of the master took it out! Its power belongs to me!"

"Don't you get it, Riddle? It's not enough to have a wand! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it truly yours. Didn't you hear Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard... Dumbledore Before Lido died, the Elder Wand found a new owner who hadn't even touched it. The new owner removed the wand from Dumbledore's hand against Dumbledore's wishes. He had no idea what he had done, no Knowing that the mightiest wand in the world has sworn to him..."

Voldemort's chest heaved violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing up, feeling the spell gathering strength in the wand pointed at his face.

"The true owner of the Elder Wand is Draco Malfoy."

The blank astonishment on Voldemort's face was fleeting.

"But what does that matter?" he whispered. "What does it matter to you and me, even if you are right, Potter? You no longer hold that phoenix-feather wand: we duel only by skill... ...I'll deal with Draco Malfoy after I kill you..."

"But you were too late," said Harry. "You missed your chance. I beat Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago, and I took this wand from him."

Harry shook his hawthorn wand, feeling all eyes in the Great Hall on it.

"So, that's how it ends up, isn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know that its last master was disarmed? If it knew... now I'm the true master of the Elder Wand." .”

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the magical sky above their heads, and a small half of the dazzling sun appeared on the windowsill closest to them.The sun shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks were fiery red.Harry heard Voldemort's high-pitched voice screaming, and at the same time he raised Draco's wand, shouting his most fervent wish to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

With a bang, like a cannonball exploding, golden flames shot out in the very center of the circle they repeatedly stepped on, and that was where the spells collided.Harry saw Voldemort's green light meet his own spell, saw the old spell fly into the air, black in the rising sun, whirling and circling like Nagini's head under the enchanted ceiling. The child flew to the master it did not want to kill - the master who was finally going to have it all.With Seeker dexterity, Harry caught the flying wand with his free hand, and Voldemort staggered back, arms outstretched, the slender pupils of his red eyes rolling upward.Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead as a mortal, his body limp and convulsing, his pale hands empty, his serpentine face empty and blank.Voldemort was dead, killed by his own spell bouncing back.Harry stood there, two wands clutched in his hands, looking down at his opponent's shell.

There was a moment of shuddering silence, and the people froze in horror.Immediately, there was an overwhelming uproar around Harry, shouts, cheers, and growls.The bright rays of the rising sun shone through the windows, and people rushed towards him, yelling, Ron and Hermione first, and their arms wrapped around him, their incomprehensible yelling almost His ears were deafened.Then came Ginny, Neville, and Luna, and the Weasleys with Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout.Everyone was yelling, and Harry couldn't make out a word, couldn't tell whose hand was tugging at him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug a part of him.Hundreds of people were pushing forward, all wanting to touch the Boy Who Lived, because of him, the nightmare was finally over——

The sun was rising over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall was filled with the light of life.Harry was an integral part of the emotional outpouring of mourning and celebration, sorrow and joy.Everyone expected Harry to be with them, he was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide, and no one seemed to suspect that he was up all night, or that he longed to be alone with some of them.He had to talk to the families of the victims, hold their hands, witness their tears, accept their thanks, and listen to the news from all directions in the morning: people under the Imperius Curse gradually returned to normal across the country, eating death Some of the gangsters escaped and some were caught. At the same time, the innocent prisoners of Azkaban were released, and Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed as the interim Minister of Magic...

They moved Voldemort's body to a room outside the Great Hall, away from Tonks, Lupine, Colin