Harry left the great hall silently, grateful for having a friend like Luna who was willing to cause such a good distraction. All he wanted to be was alone. Turning left, he took a step and surveyed the corridor; chunks of wall missing, the beautiful stain glass windows obliterated, rubble scattered around and blood splattered the stones. It made Harrys' empty stomach churn.
Harry continued regardless down the corridor grazing his calloused fingers against the wall, his mind remained blank, it hurt too much to think, when he did the names, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Colin, swirled repeatedly making him feel dizzy.
He reached the steps leading to Dumbledores' office and climbed them, his muscled ached. It was just as he had left it but the pensive had moved back into the corner behind the handsome desk. Harry peered in, extracted the memory and placed it into the vial which hermione had given him.
Then as if he had read Harrys' mind Dumbledores' portrait awnsered, " Why not place it in the collection? I asure you it will be safe."
"Yes Sir but..."
"Albus, my dear man, it is Albus, you above anyone have earnt the right to call me by my first name, it should be I calling you Mr Potter for you are a greater man than I ever was."
"Harry would be fine, I think I will leave it here... for now but I think I would like to come back for it, it's kind of special I think."
"I will inform Minerva then"
"Thanks sir, I mean Albus"
The old wizard in the portrait smiled proudly down at Harry and rested his chin on the tips of his long fingers. He looked as if he was going to say something but stopped himself as he realised the condition of the man infront of him who looked as if he would curl up on the cold floor and sleep for a thousand years. " Go Harry, whatever needs to be said will wait, all you need to do is look after yourself and I would strongly suggest that you visit the hospital wing and let Poppy look at you."
" I guess it can wait, goodbye Albus."
"Goodbye Harry."
Exiting the office Harry began to ascend the staircase which to his delight had almost stopped moving appart from the odd one or two which, shuddered as they changed platform. After a few minuets of walking Harry reached the entrance of the Griffindor Commonroom. He stalled and realised that to his annoyance he didn't know the password. He began to turn when he heard, " There is no password for you our ssssaviour, you may enter," The fat lady had obviously begun her celebrations as there were at least empty three bottles of cooking sherry scattered around her feet.
Harry chuckled, said thank you and stepped into the familiar commonroom. He was home. Relief rushed through him and the three days of sleep he had missed finally caught up on him. With what seemed a hurculean effort he made his way up to the seventh year dormitory. All of the beds where made, even his and Rons, the tower was completely unharmed.
Harry undressed down to his ripped, dirty t-shirt and boxers pulled back the covers and got into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow, not even bothering to remove his glasses.