Harry stared at the castle. Many had stayed behind, administering to the ruined parts of the school. He would have thought when he had first arrived 7 years ago, that it would be done in a minute. But this had gone on for a week now.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Ron and Hermione. They had stayed too. But now they had things to attend to. The Weasleys were planning a funeral, Hermione wanted to find her parents and restore their memories. Harry had no clue what to do now. He didn't wish to return to Privet Drive and couldn't either. The Dursleys had moved on. Harry couldn't help but think of his last interaction with his cousin. Even wonder what he was doing. Dudley had been grateful to Harry, and been kind.
"You okay Harry?" inquired Hermione.
"Fine. It all feels..." started Harry;
"Strange? Agreed mate." said Ron.
"But in a good way. Right?" said Hermione awkwardly.
"So..." Harry began.
Hermione crushed Harry in a hug. Harry gasped.
"I'm going to miss you!" she said, crying.
"Easy Hermione!" chuckled Ron.
"I'll see you both." said Harry.
Hermione let go.
Hermione held Ron's hand. This would be the last time they would all ride the Hogwarts Express together. They climbed onboard, flocked in by the other students. The three took one last look at the Castle.