It was over.

Lord Voldemort was dead.

It was over.

Harry stood next to Voldemort's lifeless body, staring blankly at the wreckage around him. Silence. There was no more shouting, no more screams, no more death. As Voldemort's body crumbled to dust, not one thought penetrated Harry's mind.

He was not sad. He was not happy. He simply was.

Families gathered in the Great Hall, standing over the bodies of their loved ones. Some stood rigidly, jaw set; others wept openly in each other's arms.

A group of red-heads huddled in the corner of the once joyful hall. Fred Weasley's body lay on the ground, his wand still clutched in his hand. George knelt beside him, holding his brother's free hand, and staring at his mirror image that he knew so well.

Next to him was Molly Weasley, crying softly on her husband's shoulder. Nothing was worse than losing a child. Tears flowed down Arthur's cheeks, and he didn't try to hide them as he held his wife. Behind them, Bill and Charlie stood in silence, gazing down at their brother with tears in their eyes. Ginny sat by their feet, sniffling softly.

Ron and Hermione stood furthest from everyone. Hermione hung back whilst Ron slowly shuffled forward and knelt down by Fred. Tears filled his eyes as he thought about all the times he had been pranked by the twins. Memories pushed into his mind, and he rose quickly. He couldn't look at Fred anymore.

Ron looked around him at his grieving family. He wanted to blame someone for this. No, he needed to blame someone. It was Voldemort's fault.

Ron (and nearly everyone else in the hall) jumped as they heard a loud 'boom' in the distance. A second later, a howling wind rushed through the castle, displacing the ornaments, books and some chairs that still stood upright around Hogwarts.

The witches and wizards inside looked towards the south courtyard in silence. The wind ceased, and hushed whispers broke out in the hall.

The Weasley's returned their thoughts to their lost family member, and Hermione took a few tentative steps towards Ron, who hadn't moved. Ron only had one thought running through his mind.

Harry.

He had gone to fight Voldemort. And the explosion, the wind...but...who had won? Ron turned and strode out of the Great Hall, heading towards the south courtyard. Hermione watched as he left, and was surprised to feel a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ginny, tear tracks visible down her cheeks, but with dry eyes.

"We should go too" she said simply. Hermione nodded, and they both started walking out of the hall.

"Hey!"

Bill had seen them leaving, and Mr Weasley stood and walked over to the girls with him. Charlie knelt by his mother, keeping her and George company whilst the others left the Great Hall.

Ron looked over the rubble in front of him. He could see a lone figure standing in the distance, and could just make out a wand still held in their hand. As he got closer, he could see a mop of black hair, and light glinting off glasses.

Ron stepped over a large piece of the castle wall, but stopped when he saw a deep red stain on it. He looked away, repulsed by the blood, and found himself staring up at a large hole in the wall of the castle.

Fred.

The anger Ron had forced down before bubbled over, and he clenched his fists and looked towards the hunched figure ahead.

Harry. Harry was to blame.

Hermione, Ginny, Bill and Arthur followed Ron outside in silence, walking quickly to catch up with him. Hermione frowned as she saw Ron stop and look up at the castle, but didn't slow down. Ginny strode determinedly forward, but the worry in her eyes betrayed how she felt. She had already lost a brother, she didn't want to lose Harry too.

Hermione faltered slightly as she saw Ron look away from the castle and suddenly start running. She opened her mouth, as if to ask one of the others, but they were already sprinting after him.

Harry continued to stare blankly ahead, so many thoughts running through his mind, but unable to process any of them. He barely registered someone running towards him until he heard shouting in the distance.

"Ron!"

"Hey, Ron, slow down!"

Harry tiredly raised his eyes at the noise, just in time to see an angry Ron striding towards him. Harry frowned slightly as his eyes unfocused.

"Ron?" he whispered through dry lips.

With a snarl, Ron closed the gap between them, brought his right fist up, and punched Harry in the face as hard as he could. Harry staggered back a few steps, closing his eyes for a second as pain lanced through his jaw. Blood dripped down his chin from his cut lip.

"Ronald Weasley!"

The scream sounded remarkably like Mrs Weasley, however it was Ginny that had found the breath to shout at her brother. She tried to run faster as she watched Ron hit Harry, but she was tiring quickly after weaving in between the rubble. They were still a hundred metres away from Harry and Ron, and Ginny hoped they would reach them before her brother did something really stupid.