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"How can you be so calm?"
The ceiling hits the floor as the walls comes tumbling down. Dust everywhere. People to afraid even to scream. I just stand there; quiet, not making a sound. My breathing's stopped and I'm frozen to the ground. My brother's tugging on my arm, trying to make me come with him as they all run out to the open land.
A small smile appears on my face. I can feel the end of it, he's leaving. And I don't understand how people can be so afraid, he's leaving. Can't they see that? I feel how he flows from my skin, and it's a lovely feeling. Finally, after all these years, I am my own again. I start to laugh, really laugh, like the whole thing in front of me is some funny joke. My brother looks at me wide eyed, his mouth is open as though speaking, but not a word comes from it. He closes his mouth and just looks at me, as if I'm crazy. And I am sort of, crazy of happiness. I laugh so hard I have to sit down on my knees so not to fall. My body's shaking with laughter. I can't stop.
Then, I feel a thump in my chest. The time has come, I'm my own! He's gone, and he will never return. My brother screams, he's understood it. He throws himself at me, hugging me and crying. My brother is crying. I hug him back, glad that it's over. Glad for myself for being my own again. Glad for Ron for finally being able to do what he most of all in the world want; start a family without fear for their lives. Glad for Harry for finishing it all. Glad for Hermione for not losing my brother in the war. Glad for Mum and Dad for being able to rest in peace at last. Glad for Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George for living on this wonderful day, and not having joined Mum and Dad.
Ron is whispering things in my ear, but I can't hear what. I see Hermione running towards us. Ron loses his grip on me and turns to her instead, embracing her and kissing her. I smile at them. Hermione's crying, too, tears of grief mixed with tears of relief. Then the two of them walks over to me, pulling me up from the ground. Hermione hugs me, and together we start to walk towards the place Harry is laying. His robes are red of blood and his skin is pale. But there is a smile on his lips and his eyes are closed. The scar on his forehead is almost gone, fading away as we sit down beside him. He looks so peaceful. Hermione is bending down over his face, whispering something and the kissing him on the cheek. I, too, give him a kiss and whispers, 'Thank you for making me my own again'. Ron gives a small laugh, brushing the stray hair strands away from Harry's forehead. He mimes an 'I'll miss you, mate' and pulls Hermione and me close to him with each his arms. I cry in his chest.
It's over, and I'm my own again.