He was the savior of the Wizarding world. He had defeated Voldemort. But none of that mattered. He lay on the field utterly exhausted, welcoming the darkness in. He couldn't be the Boy-Who-Lived anymore. He couldn't live without Ron, who had always given him the courage to fight. He couldn't live without Hermione, who had always given him the knowledge to fight. And most of all, he couldn't live without Ginny, who had always given him the love to defeat Tom Marvolo Riddle in the end. They were dead. His family, his friends, and his fiancé were dead and there was no reversing that. He couldn't continue on, with every man, woman, and child silently thanking him for what he had done, not knowing how much he had suffered, how much he had lost.

The healers crowded around him, attempting to save him, but Harry waved them off. He was done, and he welcomed death now. He wanted to be with his parents, with Albus and Sirius and Remus, with Ron and Hermione, and he wanted to be with Ginny. There was nothing for him here. Everyone knew it. He beckoned Neville to come closer to his bed as the healers shifted around awkwardly. Harry handed Neville a piece of paper. It was folded up very intricately, so that Neville couldn't read what it said.

"We won, Neville, we won." Harry sighed, and then he breathed his last.

A single tear ran down Luna's cheek as she rubbed Neville's shoulder. "He's gone isn't he? His spirit has gone through the veil to greener pastures."

Neville cleared his throat, "Yes love, he's gone." He opened the piece of paper mournfully and saw it was several different papers. The top was addressed to him.

Dear Neville,

If you are reading this, I am dead and we have (hopefully) won the war. You did your parent's proud Neville; don't let anybody tell you any different. When the goblins open my vault to assess my possessions, they will find a will. I'm leaving it all to Ron, Hermione, and you. Just promise me that you'll take care of everything: Mrs. Weasley, Hogwarts, everything. Goodbye Neville. You were a good friend.

Harry James Potter

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It was the saddest, happiest days of anyone's life. They were burying the last of the casualties of war. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. The three were buried together under the great tree they so often sat under. They read:

Hermione Jane Granger

19 Sept 1979 – 12 June 1997

SPEW will carry on in her memory

Ronald Bilius Weasley

1 March 1980 – 12 June 1997

Weasley is still King

Harry James Potter

31 July 1980 – 12 June 1997

As formidable a friend as a foe

Joanne Rowling pulled the shirt of her uncle Charlie. "Uncle Charlie, who were these people?" Charlie lead her away from the crowd and lead her into the Great Hall.

"The story I'm about to tell you does not start once upon a time or in a land far, far away. It starts simply thus: Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say the were perfectly normal…."