It had been a month since the final battle. Harry had been invited to seemingly all of the funerals, but had only gone to the few he knew personally. But this was the moment he was dreading the most. They were going to give him an award. They were praising him for doing his duty. They were celebrating him and all of the death and destruction he had caused. He was going to get an Order of Merlin, First Class for being no better than Voldemort. But it was only four hours on one night. Then the trials would start.