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Leaving Dumbledore's office, suddenly the reality hit Harry; it was over, no more fighting, no more chasing after Horcruxes, living in fear, ending every school year in the same way; with wounds from his latest encounter with Voldemort, it was over. He could finally be the 17 year old that he was. Silently Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to Gryffindor Tower, the castle was eerily quiet. Tiredly they approached the Fat Lady's Portrait who wordlessly and gracefully opened to allow them access into the familiar room. All three of them stopped, taking in every aspect of the room filling their hearts with a mixture of emotions, for the first in nearly a year they felt at home, but the room also offered them a reminder of all the Gryffindor's who would never see this room again: Fred, Lupin, Lilly, James, Sirius, Colin and everuone else who died at the hands of Voldemort.
Almost at once all three moved to sit in their favourite seats, Hermione taking out her wand and lazily waving it to produce a fire in the grate. Although no one said anything, nothing needed to be said, it was a comfortable silence, where all three were able to speak by glances, as well as giving them all separate thinking time.
For Harry it was for the love of his two best friends, who agreed to stick with and support him by just sitting in the same compartment on the train all those years ago, or in Hermione's case being locked in a toilet with a Mountain Troll by the same boys who saved her from it. His love and sorrow for the Weasley family and everyone else who suffered a loss, how proud he was of Neville and of Hogwarts.
For Ron it was of his pain, not only for his brother and losing him, but for his best friend, whom he knew at some point would blame himself for the losses everyone has suffered, and (he smirked at this thought) how he would always remember his mother swearing at Bellatrix Lestrange. It wasn't until Hermione moved to place her head on his lap and her feet on Harry that he remembered their kiss in The Room of Requirement he found his thouhts lingering there.
For Hermione her thoughts were tangled, along with attempting to process everything that had happened, not only in the past 24 hours but in the past ten months, mixed, elation and pain, along with exhaustion. Deciding that she could no longer sit up she moved gently to place her head on Ron's lap, Harry gently taking her feet, although through tiredness not really knowing what he was doing. With one of her hands she grabbed Harry's in her and with her free one she grabbed Ron's, allowing both boys to be connected to her, before all three drifted of sleep.
Their sleep was peaceful, too exhausted to allow dreams enter their minds, which made Harry wonder where the voices were coming from:
"We should wake them, send them up to the dormitories" Harry jerked awake, his actions causing Hermione to wake too, to see Bill, Charlie and Percy.
"Come on, everyone is else is in bed, go on up to the 7th year dorm, its one of the few dorms free now." "Go on, will make sure no disturbs you" Bill added when no of them moved. Doing as they told, they got up stiffly and trudged up the stair to the room Harry and Ron had spent six years of their magical education sleeping. As promised Bill and Charlie followed waiting for the door to close, to perform protection spells so only the members of the Weasley family can go through the doors, before heading of to bed themselves.
Silently, too tired to talk, Hermione gave both boys their pyjamas from the beaded bag, before changing herself, and collapsed into the mattress, hearing the curtains being pulled from the beds opposite her, knowing that both Harry and Ron were settled, before sinking into the comfy bed and drifting back into unconsciousness.