The battle was done and the castle was quiet. Everyone was soundly sleeping throughout the castle, tired and worn out from the battle. Harry Potter however still had questions, he couldn't sleep and despite the amount of people around him and the amount of people who cared for him, he felt alone.
So he pulled on his sneakers and coat and hurried out into the ruined courtyard, down the stairs and plopped himself on the edge of the hill that overlooked the grounds. He stared into deep darkness. His chain of thoughts was not an easy one to following. He thought about all the people who died in this battle, people who risked their lives for this cause. Although it was done, it was the first thing on his mind. All those people whose family had died, could they ever forgive Harry? If he had just given himself up to Voldemort, no one would have had to die. He thought about Snape, all this time Harry had thought Snape was a bad guy, when really he was playing double agent for his side, for him! He wondered why Dumbledore had never told him before that he would have to die before he could win. Why hadn't he explained everything thoroughly? He shivered in the cold and wondered if any Death Eaters were still lurking in the darkness, not giving up this time.
Most of the Death Eaters had fled the scene as soon as Voldemort died, they were afraid this time, there was no Voldemort, no 'Dark Lord' therefore nothing worth fighting for, so they fled. Everyone was sure they wouldn't return, as soon as a new Minister was put in place, Death eaters would be put in Azkaban for good.
Just as he was thinking about the Death Eaters, he heard footsteps behind him, he jumped.