AN: I just don't know okay? It's 1 in the morning and I don't think straight at this time. And I know I should be working on What the Heart Wants, and I am. Chapter 15 will be out probably tomorrow (or later today, whatever you want to call it), this just came to me and I had to write it, so I apologize in advance if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I'm not JK. Never have been, never will be. Even if I legally change my name… NOT EVEN THEN PEOPLE!

Harry left Dumbledore's office with Ron and Hermione, feeling like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free to live without the constant fear of some creepy dude about to attack him whenever he turned a corner. Now he could finally do whatever he wanted. He was exhausted and ravenous after all the work he'd done. He thought, and the one thing he wanted more than anything right then was a sammich.

He walked towards the kitchens, but just as he was about to go down there, he was ambushed by Madame Pomfrey. She had a trolley laden with a multitude of brightly colored potions that looked like candy but most likely tasted disgusting.

"Mr. Potter! You need medical attention immediately! You've done so much! I need you to take this potion, and I need to examine you. I can treat all those cuts for you, you get over here!"

"No ma'am, really, you should help the others. There are so many people who need more help than me." Dammit, all he wanted was a freaking sammich!

Suddenly Neville and Luna rounded the corner. "Harry! There you are, everyone's been looking all over for you."

"Harry, do be careful. There is a large cloud of nargles around your head. Don't let them get too close, we don't want your brain to go fuzzy."

"Yeah, thanks Luna," Harry replied absentmindedly. Why couldn't they leave him alone?

"Harry James Potter!" Oh no, it was that voice. The one voice he'd missed so much over the past several months and yet now was terrified of hearing. "You complete jackass! First you dump me for your stupid noble reasons, then you barely speak to me all summer, then run off with those two without so much as a goodbye, never tell me anything about where you are, I hear all kinds of rumors about you, and you actually RODE A DRAGON! Then of course you show up here still barely speaking to me, except to tell me that I shouldn't fight? What the hell? And then, you fucking go and get yourself sort of not really killed! I thought you died! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Um, well, uh… I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, you're sorry, well that doesn't really cut it does it? Do you have any idea of the shit I went through this year? Fighting for what I believe in, not to mention my life, was hard enough without the constant worrying if you were okay! So don't tell me you're fucking sorry!" She stopped to get a breath. "And apart from that…"

"Oh my god Ginny stop it! I totally deserve it, I know, and I'd love to hear you yell at me and slap me as much as you want later, but right now I JUST WANT A FREAKING SAMMICH! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?"

Everyone backed away a little, and a random house elf hurried up to him, set a plate at his feet, and scampered away, terrified.

"Thank you," Harry said to the hall at large. He picked up the plate and marched off to enjoy his first food in who-knows-how-long in private.

AN: Yes, I am fully aware it sucks royal hippogriff. Like I said before, it's 1 in the morning and I'm tired. Nothing makes sense in my mind right now.

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