Ron watched Harry walk up to the dormitories to sleep, the bloke deserved a good rest, dying must be exhausting. Ron tried to push the thought of his dead best mate out of his head; he grabbed Hermione's hand and headed to the Great Hall. Ron spotted his shattered family and the sight made his chest tight, Percy was asleep, still in the fetal position, next to Fred. George was on Fred's other side, with a blank face, he seemed almost confused. Ron saw his mum sob into his father's shirt, but for the first time in his 17 years Ron saw his father cry, silent tears dripped down the suddenly aged man's face. Charlie was hugging Ginny, saying words of comfort he himself didn't believe, Bill was gripping Fleur, a look of disbelief on his face.
Hermione walked over to Percy when Ron went to Bill's side. She conjured up a cot and levitated him onto it, she wished she could do more for the family that treated her as one of their own, but she could barely keep her eyes open and sleep was calling her name. Hermione walked to Ginny. Hermione wanted to say something to help the younger girl but words of meaningless comfort died in Hermione's throat, "Ginny, Harry is up in his old bed in Gryffindor tower. I think Ron and I will follow suit, sleep could do everyone some good." With that Hermione made her way to Ron, who had moved to Fred's side where Percy had been, he was on his knees saying incoherent apologies. Hermione put her arm around Ron's waist and helped him to his feet; she led him to Gryffindor tower.
Harry awoke some ten hours later feeling like a new person; he felt like a weight had been lifted, Harry couldn't help from smiling for the sake of it. I think Voldemort's soul really weighed me down before. He finally opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Harry's smile widened when he noticed Ginny curled up at his side. In Ron's old bed Ron and Hermione slept, both looked relieved in their sleep. Bill and Fleur occupied Neville's old, Charlie was sprawled out on Seamus' bed and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in a fitful sleep in the last bed. Harry went to move out of the bed and realized he was in jeans. Looking down Harry was disgusted with how he looked, dirt was everywhere, dried blood from an unknown source littered his clothes and it seemed a good inch of grime covered all of him. Harry got out of the bed gingerly, careful to not disturb Ginny, and went to Hermione's beaded bag, "Accio clothes" Harry expected wet clothing, seeing as they had jumped into a lake from the back of a dragon, but it seemed everything in the bag was dry.Hermione thinks of everything, must be a waterproofing charm. Harry took his clothes and left the others at the foot of Ron's bed, then headed for the shower.
The water on coming off his body looked disgusting. Brown, with little bits of something Harry couldn't identify. Harry scrubbed his hair three times before it finally felt clean, he then attacked his arms with a bar of soap, moving onto his chest Harry noticed a pale lightening bolt- shaped scar where the killing curse had hit. It was sore to the touch. Maybe I don't have to clean that spot just yet. When he was finally finished and dressed Harry went over to Ginny, gently rousing her, "Hey, don't get up just yet, I just wanted to tell you I will be down in the Great Hall, I'm going to go get something to eat then see what I can do to help. Just wanted to let you know where I am for once." Harry smiled at his own little joke; Ginny gave a scoff and promptly fell back asleep.
It was hard to eat when Harry was in the Hall. Bodies still lined the opposite side of the room. Harry saw Mr. Weasley sleeping on a cot next to Fred's head, in between where Percy lay and George sat. The Weasley's had given up so much to help Harry. So many had. People fought here and help off Voldemort to give Harry time to do something, not even knowing what he was doing. They deserve to know, not everything but those who fought have proven they can be trusted with some of the stuff. I don't want anyone knowing about the hallows, but I don't think anyone here will try to make horcruxes. Harry took out the three wands in his pocket, he would put back the elder wand and keep his original wand but he wasn't really looking forward to giving back Draco his wand, I'll see if he's changed, if so I'll give it back.
Unable to eat Harry set out to return Dumbledore's wand, thinking about what information he would tell to the survivors later.