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The morning was bitter and cold, and the singing of the birds was drowned out by the falling of heavy rain. But Harry had never felt so alive, so free. Every breath, every step, and every smile he appreciated so much more after being on the brink of death.

He was sure it would come; sure it would all be over. He was sure that Voldemort was truly immortal. But, by miracle he had survived, and he was now standing in the pouring rain, the water fogging up his glasses. He knew he should feel glad; after all, Voldemort was dead. But Harry did not celebrate this, at least not yet. No, he was mourning the loss of those who fought, ultimately, for him.

For Remus and Tonks, and Teddy who would never meet his brave and unique parents. Harry would make sure he took his role of Godfather seriously. And Fred, his hilarious jokes and pranks and fun personality. And even young Colin Creevy, once Harry's biggest fan, lay dead on the cold stone floor. He was in such deep thought, he did not hear Hermione approaching.

"Morning" She said hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stood together for several long moments, both lost in their thoughts and of the events in the past night.

"You should come inside, they're serving warm cocoa," Hermione smiled slightly. "And Ron wants to talk with you, too," She said, starting to walk away.

Harry stood a few moments longer, taking in the serene morning before him. With one last deep breath of the morning air, he followed Hermione into the Great Hall.

I know it was short, but I will be posting again soon and I promise to make future chapters longer!

-Mia