Harry, Ron and Hermione left Dumbledore's office and clambered down the staircase. They walked through the quiet corridors which were strewn with blood and debris. They made their way back to Gryffindor tower.
"Good Morning," The fat lady greeted them. "Password?" She demanded. The three friends looked at each other in dismay.
"Can't you just let us in?" Ron asked.
"No password, no entry. Professor McGonagall gave me strict instructions." Hermione turned and looked down the corridor.
"Hey, Neville, Neville!" She called. "What's the password?"
"I'm not sure, because I've been in the Room of Requirement for ages, but before that it was Wrackspurt." He concluded. The portrait hole swung open and they went inside. There was a loud crack and Kreacher appeared with a plate of sandwiches.
"Master wanted a sandwich," Kreacher said as he bowed low and placed the plate on the table. He bowed again, clicked his fingers and disapperated. The three friends each sat in an armchair near the roaring fire and picked a sandwich. The sandwiches kept reappearing, which brought back memories of Snape's office in second year just after they had arrived in the flying car. Ron took another bite before spitting it out.
"Bleuuuurgh, corned beef," He shouted, before throwing the rest into the fire. Harry and Hermione were doubled up laughing at Ron's bright red face. Just then, a whole hoard of Gryffindor's came in through the hole, Ginny Weasley first. She ran over to Harry,
"Are you ok?" She asked, sinking into an armchair.
"Yeah, I'm great." He replied. Suddenly he was bombarded with the rest of the houses questions:
"My God, I was so worried."
"What happened?"
"Are you ok?"
"Has he really gone?" Harry held up his hands and there was immediate silence.
"I don't want to make a speech, but I'm going to have to. Firstly, I would like to thank all of you, your parents, brothers and sisters ad friends for helping me today. You have shown real loyalty, not only to me, but the entire wizarding world. I really want to empathize and apologize for all of your losses. Every person that died fighting for me will go down in history. And finally, Voldemort has gone. He won't ever return. I completed the task that Albus Dumbledore left for me and he won't come back. Thank you so much for fighting tonight. It is late now; feel free to use any of the beds upstairs. Once again, thank you." There was a small smattering of applause and people went off to bed.