"So are they Ministry?" Harry asked as Tonks apparated next to him among the trees of the Enchanted Forest.
"Looks like," she responded, nodding her head in the direction of the wizards. "I recognized Mr. Weasley and some others."
Something inside Harry twisted. "So he doesn't know about Ron yet," he assessed.
Tonks looked at Harry, then again at the wizards. "Well, it was one hell of a graduation"
"I'm sorry to say I agree," Harry admitted glumly as another team of wizards apparated close to the first group. Harry walked up next to her and they watched in silence as the newly arrived wizards conversed something. A small dispute came to a numb agreement and they began arranging themselves near the edge of the rubble that was once Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A west wind brought to them the smell of ashes and Harry's stomach churned, hours of fatigue and sleep deprivation taking their toll. It had been the fight of their lives.
Surprisingly perceptive despite her own weariness, Tonks looked at him worriedly. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Been better," he admitted sheepishly. Feeling a need to lead the subject away from himself, he asked the unnecessary question, "So we're all that's left?"
"Last I heard," Tonks affirmed. "Even with Voldemort gone, it's still two Aurors against what's left of his forces."
Harry tore his eyes away from the Ministry Wizards and whatever they were ineffectively trying to attempt and looked Tonks square in the eye. "You really think he's gone?"
Tonks sighed and broke eye contact, turning to watch the wizards again. "Unfortunately in our line of work, nothing is sound"
Now no longer facing her, Harry brought the back of his hand to his forehead where his scar still burned hot.
"Yeah, nothing," he attested.
There was a local competition that required writing the last 300 words of Harry Potter 7. This was my submission and I have yet to know if I won. Wanted to see what people thought of it :)
And 300 words is really short in my opinion.
