Title: The Aftermath
Author: Pixie
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: K+
There were many things that Harry didn't expect to occur after the Great Battle that was suppose to be fought between him and Voldemort. The first of which was the union of Draco Malfoy and Parvati Patil. Mostly because everyone had thought Parvati was dead and Malfoy was a rat bastard Death Eater. The second of these occurrences was the death of Minerva McGonagall. The Wizarding population had always thought it would have been Dumbledore to go first, but in this instance, it was most definitely McGonagall lying dead at the feet of Professor Trelawney, of all people. The last of which was the most shocking to Harry, if not anyone else, was the continuous life he experienced after the Great Battle.
All indications leading up to the battle spoke of his death, if not with Voldemort, then because of Voldemort who would then go on to drag the world down into his crazed dark madness.
So when he found himself alive and his greatest enemy, if not the whole Wizarding's greatest enemy, dead on top of him when he woke hours after the battle, Harry was more than a little surprised.
He had to go to the loo awfully bad too, but that wasn't as important as the fact the darkest Wizard of all time lying dead on top of him. Pushing the body off, looking around the Dark Forest where Voldemort had lured him into, and wondering where the hell everyone living was all took a matter of minutes. Walking into the the battlefield, which was ironically the Quidditch Pitch that he had played on his whole Wizarding career, was only a few moments walk away from the school.
He stifled a sob as he stepped over the bodies of Neville Longbottom and Susan Bones.
What had surprised everyone else the most was that he had walked into the Great Hall, where the survivors were getting Healed, without a scratch on him. He wasn't sure why that was until he had a sobbing Hermione clinging to his neck and a lanky Ron squeezing the breath out of him, telling him that they hadn't been able to find him anywhere, that all the locator spells keyed on his magical signature had failed.
They had feared him dead.
When Severus Snape came out from the room off to the side of the Great Hall, eyes narrowing at Harry and then bending down to Albus Dumbledore's ear to whisper something, Harry felt his stomach drop into his stomach.
And three minutes later when Albus came to him and told him a quiet voice what Snape had told him, Harry did wish he was dead.
He had lost his magic.