So, I don't own Harry Potter, obviously.
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Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione and turned to enter the Great Hall. He walked deadly past the students and their families as they mourned their losses. To his right, he saw the Weasleys. Ginny. He thought it best not to disturb her.
To his left were the Malfoys, huddled together at the Slytherin table. Lucius was looking around the Hall at everyone who had just suffered through the ordeal that had finally ended. He then looked down at his son, who was staring at the floor.
Harry continued all the way to the professor's table, where he found Professor McGonagall.
"Professor?" it came out as a whisper.
She looked up slowly. "Yes, Potter?"
"Here." He held out the Elder Wand. "It should be put back in its rightful place. With Dumbledore."
"Oh, yes. Thank you," she replied absentmindedly. She took the wand and put it in her robe next to her own.
"Where is he?" Harry asked quietly.
McGonagall looked taken aback. "Voldemort? In the Trophy Room. You can't go in there-"
"I wasn't," Harry interrupted her. He turned around and left to find Ron and Hermione again.
He went up to the common room to find the Fat Lady gone as well as her portrait gaping open. He climbed through to see his friends sitting together on the floor in front of the crackling fireplace. Hermione's arm was resting on Ron's shoulder with Ron's arms around her.
"It's finally over," Harry said.
Hermione looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Ron smiled weakly.
"You did it, mate," Ron said to Harry.
"We did it," Harry corrected him.
Then Neville walked in, still carrying the sword of Godric Gryffindor. "Hey guys," he let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"Neville," Harry said, a huge grin appearing on his face. He walked over to Neville, giving him a bear hug and congratulating him. "Neville, mate, you're the best. You really saved our asses."
Neville pulled away and looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I know." He chuckled.
They all walked down to the kitchens to see if the elves were back. They were all there, even an elf that had never been there before. Next to Kreacher, handing out mittens and sweaters, was a boy with bleach-blond hair and silvery eyes.
"Draco?"