Ok so this is a edited version of my HPATBY story. No major changes just spelling mistakes. I hope you like it. I will update soon I'm just having trouble trying to write it. So any ideas are welcome. Please review and favourite. Ienjoy reading what you think. Even the constructive criticisms. Please no outright hate. I am trying my best here. Read and enjoy.

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Saskia xx

Disclaimer: All rights go to the amazing: J.K. Rowling.

Harry collapsed into his bed in the Gryffindor tower. He laid there looking at the ceiling as the faces of everyone who had died, raced through his mind. Colin. Tonks. Lupin and-. His mind froze, He couldn't bring himself think of him, He couldn't bear to see the face of Fred Weasley. The brother he had never had. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell freely down the sides of his cheeks. He drifted of into a deep, restless sleep.

He was running through the Battle worn halls of Hogwarts. Explosions and curses were shaking the walls and bodies were everywhere. Faceless. He sprinted faster and into the grounds. He came to a halt in front of a pile of bodies. Most faceless until his eyes fell upon some he knew. Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley. George. Ron. Hermione. Tonks. Lupin.

"See Potter" a high pitched voice screech from behind, Harry's body went ridged with fear and hatred. "You were to cowardice to save them sooner and now they are all dead!" He turned slowly to reveal Voldemort standing by the doors to the entrance hall, holding a struggling Ginny. Her hair was flared out behind her a she thrashed trying to get free.

"Noooooo" Harry screamed but it was too late, Voldemort moved his wand up in the air,

"Advarda Kerdavra" Harry's heart sunk as a green jet shot out of his wand and her body went limp,

"GINNY!"

Harry awoke with a start, tangled up in his bed sheets, and sat bolt up right. He pulled on glasses and looked around the room as his breath began to slow. The sun had set outside causing the dorm to be thrown into darkness and at sometime during the night, or was it day, others had joined him in his old dorm. He scrambled out of bed and made his way clumsily to the bathroom. Placing a hand either side of the sink he looked at himself in the mirror. He had big purple bags under his eyes and his cheeks were hollow and sunken. It was evident in his appearance that he had been undernourished for weeks on end. He peeled his dirty clothes from his aching body and stepped into the scolding shower letting it relax him somewhat.

He stepped out after what felt like a life time, and mentally cursed him for not picking up any clean clothes. 'I know' he thought as an idea hit him and he quietly called out into the darkness

"Kreacher"

as he expected a loud CRACK and an old ragged looking house elf appeared.

"What can Kreacher do for Master Harry defender of house elves alike" Kreacher croaked out making Harry chuckled slightly at his choice of words before remembering why he called him,

"Would it be possible to have some fresh clothes, oh and maybe something to eat please?" Harry asked quietly, trying to avoid waking up the sleeping forms in the other room.

"Yes Master Harry" and with another loud CRACK he was gone. Harry sighed and shook his head, a slight smile gracing his lips, as he left the room and made his way back to his bed where a pile of clean clothes and a sandwich were waiting.

"Thank you Kreacher" he whispered to the room, as he got dressed.

He made his way down to the common room, a sandwich in his hands, and sunk into his favorite armchair, 'yeah' he thought 'everything might just be ok'.