Harry saw a head of bright red hair, his heart leaped. It was her! She was here!
He heard an unfamiliar voice yell "Gracie!" The red head turned and broke into a gap toothed smile, as she waited for her friend.
Disappointment bloomed in his stomach like weeds.
Was it silly to have wished for her?
"No." he shrugged. "It wasn't" he had loved her, he wished he had said goodbye.
He was tired, run ragged from today's various emotions.
Harry didn't want to apparate tonight, for all his moods he would have ended up in Antarctica. If he had been in Antarctica until he calmed down he wouldn't been able to conjure warm clothing. His magic didn't work properly when he had too much on his mind.
He unlocked the door to his flat. The emptiness of the flat made him sad.
The walls were white, stark white. A single portrait hung on the wall. It was in black and white, unlike most wizard photos this was still. He gazed upon the face he loved. The portrait pausing a moment before the battle.
