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“To Harry!” cried Ron.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts roared. Sat all around were not just students and teachers, but aurors, government officials, members of the Order and friends.

The party was in full swing after winning the final battle only a few hours before. Voldemort was dead. The Death Eaters were either dead or detained.

Harry was a hero, the saviour of wizards everywhere.

Ron thought he would be jealous, but he wasn’t. He had managed to save Hermione at a crucial moment and Hermione telling him that he was her hero was better than to have the rest of the world bowing at his feet.

Ginny looked up at Harry with utter devotion. She had loved him as long as she’d known him, and she’d had to let him go. She’d understood his reasons, but now she wanted him back forever.

There was pain in her smile however. The battle had not been easily won. Her mother, Molly, was dead, and so was her father.
In a corner, Fleur sobbed quietly, for Bill was dead. Fred simply sat and stared at the door, hoping that at any moment George would burst through, saying he was sorry for being so late. George was missing, and Fred simply didn’t know if he could live without him. It would be like losing himself.

Harry smiled, but inside he mourned. Hagrid still hadn’t returned - and he wasn’t someone easily missed. All the people that had died for their cause over the years… Dumbledore… Sirius… Cedric, who just got in the way… all the way back to Harry’s parents. It had all been so pointless!

People had started eating, talking and drinking again, yes, Ron would have quiet a headache in the morning.

Harry slowly got up and slipped out. He went into an empty classroom, and leant against the wall. It was his old History of Magic classroom.

How simple everything had been back then. It had seemed important at the time of course, but back then half his friends hadn’t been dead or missing.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Dudley had just graduated High School and was going to work in Uncle Vernon’s Business - and although Harry didn’t want to be anything like Dudley, he did sometimes wish for the simpler existence. Harry loved his magic and his life - but he wished he didn’t have to go through so much.

Ginny stood in the door.

“Harry?” she asked tenderly. She walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.

Harry looked up into her beautiful brown eyes. She had lost so much today and yet she was here comforting him. He realised there was something he needed to do.

“Ginny, remember, remember I said at the end of 6th Form that there was a reason we couldn’t be together? Well, it’s all over now. We can be, well I mean if you want, I, I mean if you think it’s a good idea…”

Oh god, thought Harry. This is not going well.

Ginny kissed him on the forehead. “I’ve waited for you to stumble over those words for a long time.”

Harry smiled. Ginny was here. He was here. Hermione and Ron were in the Great Hall. There would be sadness, but it would be overcome with Ginny by his side.

“I love you,” he whispered and kissed her lips.

***


Harry woke up. He didn’t recognise the bed he was in, but he wasn’t surprised, since his head hurt and he had got really drunk last night.

He rolled over, saw Ron, and realised he was in Ron’s room at the burrow.

Creaking floorboards made Harry sit up. He found about 3 seconds later that this was a bad idea as his brain attacked from the inside.
Hermione stomped in loudly and yanked back the curtains.

“Oh sod off,” murmured Ron, waking up but not opening his eyes.

“Oh nice,” smirked Hermione.

“Sorry Hermione,” he moaned. “Now please kill me!”

“I brought hangover potion!” she announced brightly.

“Oh thank you!” cried Harry. He took a sip, and in a few seconds his headache had gone and he was feeling fresh.

“Ah, that’s better,” he sighed. Then remembering all the missing people, he turned quickly to Hermione. “Any news?”

“None from Hagrid - but George is back!!!”

“George?” froze Ron. “Oh where is he? Is he here? Hermione?”

“He’s at St. Mungo’s Hospital Ron. He’s going to be ok.”

Ron grabbed his wand and apparated in a flash.

With Ron gone, Hermione told Harry what she really thought.

“He’s really bad Harry,” said Hermione. “Fred’s been there since 3am, and even he’s not been allowed in.”

Ron appeared again. “They won’t let me in.” he said. “But they’re about to let Fred in.”

“Oh good.”

“Apparently he was really badly hurt when a wall fell on top of him at the Riddle House. And some wizard jinxed him too. He wouldn’t died if Malfoy hadn’t pulled him out.”

“Yeah, it’s a good thing Draco came back to our side,” admitted Harry. He hadn’t trusted Malfoy a week ago but, during the Final stages of the battle at the Riddle House, he’d really shown his worth.

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