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Victory

Harry sat on the floor of the Great Hall. The stone was just like everything else about that day. Cold and hard. It wasn't supposed to feel like this though. He had just killed Voldemort. He was supposed to be jumping in the air, screaming with joy. But he wasn't. If he were to jump and scream with joy he would much rather for Remus to be there with him, one arm on his shoulder and one arm on Tonks' while Fred and George were too busy making funny remarks on the whole situation.

"You know, I was never even THAT afraid of him."

"Yeah, the bloke doesn't even have a nose."

Harry smiled to himself. Yeah, that was exactly how it should have been. He shouldn't have been sitting here in front of Tonks' and Remus' corpses. George wasn't supposed to be crying over Fred, he was supposed to be laughing with him. He turned his head to another side but only to see someone else he would very much rather alive. Colin Creevey. He had always found Colin a bit annoying, always had thought that he adored him because of his stupid scar. He'd never really though that Colin would die for him. When this thought stroke his mind, he turned his head away abruptly. He couldn't look at Dennis crying over his brother while thinking that.

He turned to look at Ron and Hermione who were sitting next to him. Hermione looked tired. Not just physically but also emotionally. Well, mostly emotionally. Harry knew her long enough to tell the difference. Her head was rested on Ron's shoulder whose eyes were red and puffy from crying while his gaze never left Fred. He didn't even blink. Though somehow, he still noticed Harry looking at him.

"Unbelievable, eh?" He muttered.

Harry nodded.

"Maybe we should just turn around. You know, look the other way?"

"Looking away won't make them come back Ron." Hermione said.

"Can't you just let me be for one second?" Ron said angrily. No, Harry thought. Not angry. If he were to choose one word to describe Ron right now he would probably choose desperate.

Hermione must have realized this because she didn't look mad. Not in the least. She threw him an understanding look and did just what he told her. She hurried off to Ginny. Harry watched as she comforted her friend. After a moment he spoke;

"She's right you know."

"I know…" Then he added. "I just hate that she's always right."

Harry sighed. Victory wasn't supposed to feel like this.