Disclaimer: any of the characters that you recognize as the work of J.K. Rowling, I don't own. but I think that you will be able to recognize my own characters.

Takes place right after chapter 36 in Deathly Hallows

Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way down the spiral staircase leading to the headmaster's, now headmistresses, office. Harry felt as though he were about to collapse from exhaustion. Imagine that, the boy-who-lived, who survived the killing curse twice, and defeated Lord Voldemort for good, couldn't even walk down a staircase without collapsing.

"I think that I'm gonna go to the dormitories and go to sleep," Harry told Ron and Hermione as they made their way to the Great Hall.

"That's probably not a bad idea, but I think I'll go see if mum's all right," said Ron.

"Oh, and tell your mum where I am, so she doesn't worry too much," said Harry. Thinking about Mrs. Weasly sending out a search party for the missing Chosen One, made him smile.

"What's so funny?" asked a puzzled Hermione.

"Nothing." Harry quickly wiped his smile off his face, before anymore questioning came. "See you."

"Bye," Ron and Hermione said in unison, before departing down the corridor.

This was the first time that Harry had been left alone sense he went to the forest to meet Voldemort. But Harry quickly pushed that thought away from his mind. That had been one of the worst moments in his life, and he didn't want to relive it.

Harry made his way down the familiar corridors of Hogwarts, thinking about the times that he had walked these halls with Ron and Hermione. Then he always had the looming thought of Lord Voldemort coming to power, or one of the Death Eaters invading Hogwarts. But now none of those things were a threat anymore, with Voldemort dead and the Death Eaters all cowering, for their leader was gone for good. It was only a matter of time before all of them were gone or in Azkaban, and the world would be free of all Voldemort followers.

"Password … oh, it's you, Harry. You don't need the password, dear," said the Fat Lady.

Harry hadn't even realized that he reached the portrait hole. He had walked the halls so many times, he knew the route by heart, apparently.

"Thanks," said Harry.

"No problem, Harry."

Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room. It was empty. And you wouldn't even be able to tell that a war had just been fought in another part of the school had he not been there.

Harry made his way up the stairs to the dormitories. He made his way to what should have been his bed, and collapsed on the spot. He didn't even bother to undress. The minute that his head hit the pillow, he had drifted off into a deep sleep.

A/N: Hey! What do you guys think? Please rate and review! I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! And I'll try to make the other ones longer. Thanks!