Harry sighed with pure exhaustion as he doubled over. He heard footsteps behind him, but didn’t move. He couldn’t move. He could barely breathe as the forms bend down and cried out, “Harry! Are you all right? Come on, get up, you’ve done it! It’s over...” here the voices faded slightly with relief, “...it’s finally over.”

Harry was discharged from St. Mungo’s the following morning, while the flustered female Healers had passed his room anxiously, most likely praying to God for a chance to set eyes on the most famous wizard in the world.

Ginny’s words echoed in her own ears early the next morning as she stared at Harry’s handsome face on the front page of the Daily Prophet. The green eyes blinked at her, and the mouth smiled. Ginny groaned, and slammed her fist down onto the picture, wrinkling the paper.