Sloth - Harry
He was gone. The cold remnant of the man once called Tom Riddle would haunt Harry no more.
The thought had not really sunk in yet. That dark winding path he had grown so used to following was suddenly illuminated. He supposed he should be relieved, but he didn't feel it yet.
'Its over, its over…Voldemort is dead.' The words brought no comfort. He couldn't believe it really was over until he was in his old dormitory four-poster, asleep with nothing to bother him.
All he wanted to do was sleep, then lie in bed all day until he fell asleep again. He wanted the Ministry to sort itself out, Hogwarts to be rebuilt when he was ready to get up. He didn't want to deal with everything and everyone else involved with rebuilding the wizarding world. He couldn't stand to see anyone except Ron, Hermione, and Ginny…or perhaps just Ginny. She could lay there with him and they could talk, just talk about everything and nothing until they fell asleep in each others arms.
Harry dragged himself through the portrait hole, relieved to see nobody there. He barely registered the damage to the common room or the fact that Ron had taken Hermione's hand and was pulling her up after him.
Harry collapsed on his four-poster fully clothed. He fell into a deep sleep halfway through kicking off his trainers, the left one still dangling from his foot.