Harry didn't know where to go or what to do. Ron was dead. Hermione was inside the castle still battling the stubborn death eaters or the giants… or maybe she had quit. He had seen the look on her face when they saw Ron die: she looked so pale and green… her eyes looked dead, empty when she turned her gaze on him. He had flinched. Then she straightened up, determination on her face, covered Ron and started shooting spells at any people that were on the other side. She told him to go and that was the last he saw.

He had just, finally killed Voldemort. He walked the way the wrecked castle he called home. Everywhere he went, every family was morning. The death eaters were all being thrown in the corners of the Great Hall. Nobody looked his way which was something he was very grateful then. He went up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. When he entered he saw Ron's body on the floor with a note on top.

He cautiously went to his body and picked up the note. The second he touched it he felt pain. Pain worse than a thousand Cruciatus curses. It felt like all of his muscles and organs were being pulled and pushing in every way. Then he felt like he was falling down and suffocating. He was half cursing the note right now but then suddenly he stopped feeling the pain and suffocation feeling. He heard a soft thud and realized that it was his body falling on the ground and then everything went black.