Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the following stories. These are all just fun little drabbles I've come up with that are too short to be posted as full-on stories, probably 300 words or less.
Author's Note: Please enjoy this fun little ficlet. It's set moments after Deathly Hallows and is just a fluffier ending. (Not 21 years later.) Review? :)
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As Harry, Ron, and Hermione trouped out of the Headmaster's office, they wondered whether or not to return to the Great Hall, but as one, they decided to go somewhere differently. They trudged up and down staircases, not even having to mention where they were going, until they were in front of the painting of the Fat Lady. The portrait was empty, but it swung open of its own accord anyways.
Despite the destruction of the castle below, the trio was rewarded with a glorious blazing fire and a warm Gryffindor Common Room. They were overcome with memories as they made their way towards the comfy armchairs that they had inhabited for so many hours during their school years.
They collapsed into the chairs, watching the fire, utterly exhausted. They looked at each other, and their faces broke into smiles as tears slid from their eyes. Soon, they began to cry, shaking from grief one moment, then trembling with relief the next. They held each other and were comforted. Soon, they fell asleep, and at long last, a night free of nightmares welcomed them. The war was over. All was well.