With steady hand, Neville wiped snake blood off the blade of Godric Gryffindor's Sword. He sat on a large, stone block that had once been part of the Astronomy Tower. Harry sat beside him, looking out over the wreckage and carnage from the Battle.
"Is it really over, Harry?"
"I don't know, Neville. I hope it's finished."
The two heroes were silent for a minute, resting for once.
Neville smiled. "I can't believe we won."
Harry listened to the silence that had replaced the sounds of war and asked, "Now do we do?"
Neville laughed, "We live, Harry. We live."