The war was over. The dark lord had ben defeated. The hero, Harry Potter, now laid in the courtyard of Hogwarts School, unconscious, his energy depleted from the battle. His father, James Potter, walked to the front of the school and together with his best friend, Sirius Black, and other best friend, Remus Lupin, they carried Harry into the school and headed towards the hospital wing. They had to pass through the entry way, where all those who had fought in the war now stood, forming an aisle for them to pass through. At the front was Ron Weasley and the Weasley clan, Harry's other family as most people called them. Ron stood silent; his mother in tears, not of sadness, but of joy for what Harry had done for them all. Next was Dumbledore, the mystical and wise old wizard who was like a grandfather to Harry and was as proud of him as ever for his accomplishments. Then the teachers, each of them happy in their own right. The D.A was next, Luna high on life like always, Neville still clutching the sword of Godric Gryffindor. There were many people there that Harry had never met, but had fought alongside him all the same for what they believed was the greater good. Once they reached the stairs, Harry's mother, Lily Evans Potter, rushed forward and held onto her son, bursting into tears. Snape stood in the shadows and watched, wishing he could do something for Lily. Then…..there was Hermione. She stood silently, letting only a few tears escape her eyes. For the first time in what seemed like years, she smiled a genuine smile of relief and happiness. All their hard work had paid off. Now they had a chance to be what they wanted to be and live the lives they deserved in comfort and peace and harmony. Now she had the chance to tell Harry how she really felt about him. She hoped that he felt the same way.