It was over.
Haley lowered her wand staring at the dead body in front of her. She did it. Voldemort is dead.
Blood was pouring from every part of her. Starting with the cut from her left temple to her collarbone ending with her (broken?)bleeding leg. There wasn't a inch in Haley's body that didn't have a cut or a bruise. The worst one on her chest from the killing curse. Her back carried second degree burns from the fire in the room of requirements.
She hasn't slept in days and she was so exhausted.
But it's okay. It's over.
Her eyes travelled among the crowd surrounding her till her eyes met with her two best friends.
Seeing them well and just a live did the trick. Tears stung her eyes. Haley didn't bother to hide them and so they began to fall down her face.
Ron and Hermione rushed to her. The three hugged like there is no tomorrow and slowly both started to cry.
Tears of pain, loss, happiness and most of all relief. The golden trio did it.
No more hiding. No more running. The burden of saving the world was lifted from their shoulders.
The three of them collapsed, clutching each other like their lives depended on it and sobbing uncontrollably.
They lost some loved ones and the three of them gained many scars but right now they are together and that's all what matters in the world.