Harry wove his way between the groups of people in the Great Hall, stopping several times as a familiar face amongst the dead caught his eye. So many of them, both young and old. As he passed people turned from whatever they were doing to stare at him, or to push forwards to murmur their thanks yet again.

Finally he drew close to the three people who sat apart from the rest, huddled together. Narcissa Malfoy's arm was around her son's waist, holding him close to her, but he didn't complain. Instead he leaned against her should, drawing in the comfort she offered. Lucius sat close on Draco's other side. All three looked dishevelled and exhausted, worn out by the night's fighting.

Harry stood in front of them, on the opposite side of the table, suddenly not sure what to say. He glanced down at his hand, which held the hawthorn wand and then held it out in front of him, offering it back to Malfoy.

"Here," he said, " I wanted to return this." Malfoy and his parents looked up. They hadn't realised that Harry was standing in front of them until he spoke, so wraped up were they in the simple fact that they all were still alive. Harry cleared his throat. "I also wanted to say thanks." He looked at Narcissa and then her son. "Your lie in the woods saved me, as did the wand." He stopped but as nobody said anything he half shrugged awkwardly and continued, "so, yeah, thank you." He turned to go and find Ron and Hermione, a small amount of sanity in this strange morning. Behind him Narcissa cleared her throat and opened her mouth.

"Thank you too," she said and hugged her son closer. Malfoy also muttered

"Thank you...Potter" and Harry half smiled. Nothing much changed there.

"I'll see you...Malfoy" he replied and walked off, away from the trio. Although, maybe they weren't enemies any longer. Definitely not friends, but not really enemies either.

A very strange morning, he thought as he sat down tiredly next to Luna who was eating a spoonful of trifle absentmindedly. A very strange morning.