This fanfic is based just after the ending of DH, when Harry has just repaired the Elder Wand.
I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would be a billionaire, and not sat in dark flat with a cheese sandwich.
Slowly, the three friends descended the spiral stair case from the Headmasters office. The gryphon looked up at them as they carefully moved around the fallen statue. Harry pointed the longer of the two wands he was carrying at the lifeless piece of granite.
"Reparo" he murmured, softly. The gryphon flew back up into place as Harry turned away, and started slowly walking back towards the main hall.
"Harry, where are we going?" Hermione's voice sounded loud in the thick silence of the hall, as the dust started to settle around their feet.
"There's something I need to do," Harry replied "You two go back to the main hall, go find Mrs. Weasly. She'll want you with her. I won't be long."
"Are you sure Harry? You don't look too good…" Hermione peered searchingly into his eyes.
"Let's face it," Ron interjected, "How many of us do after tonight?" Hermione nodded sadly.
"Yes. You're right. Are you sure you're going to be alright Harry, we can come with you…"
"Yeah, mum can wait a few minutes…"
"No, I'll be fine. I just want a few minutes alone. Please." Harry quickly pulled them both into a hug, before turning away and heading swiftly down the Grand Staircase towards the front doors.
He stepped outside into the clear night sky. The air was fresh and cold, the grass crisp beneath his feet. Somewhere, far on the horizon a few dim streaks of pink and yellow were beginning to show through the cloud. It seemed such a long time ago that they had arrived, scared and unsure outside the Hogs Head just the evening of the day before.
Harry breathed in deeply. He could smell blood and smoke mingling through the damp morning air. He began to walk swiftly away from the castle, along to the shore of the lake, then around to where he knew the white marble table still stood. Rubble scattered the ground close to the ruined school, and further away the now damp grass was muddy from the many people who had run, panicking across the lawn mere hours ago.
As Harry approached the table he slowed, coming to a halt a few meters away. "I did the best I could." He raised the Elder Wand, pointing at the ground at the foot of the table. The earth split, leaving a gash a foot long and three inches wide. Into this, Harry dropped the wand which had caused the wizarding world so much trouble. The earth magically resealed itself, as if even it had seen too much damage on its surface to ever want to see the wand again.
Harry sat against the trunk of a willow, overlooking the lake. Behind the smooth layer of black water, the mountains held themselves up in the mist, as the sun slowly rose behind them. He watched as the new dawn turned from black, to gray, pink, to yellow. Just as the top of the sun started to appear over the green points of the mountains, he heard a gentle movement behind him. He turned his head, letting his cheek brush the rough bark. Ginny stood a short distance away, her jeans were ripped and muddy, her black shirt had a tear at the shoulder. Her flaming red hair fell around her shoulders to her waist, framing her face with fire.