Harry gasped as he finally destroyed Voldermort. Harry smiled and people cheered. Light began to fall upon the destroyed grounds of Hogwarts warming people's faces and souls. The dead and injured were all gathered in the Great Hall. Some people were covered with blankets to hide there dead faces. Others were screaming in pain or dyeing slowly. Harry looked around the scene and felt nothing but guilt to all the people who had been lost because of him. Harry should have faced Voldermort on his own instead of having people fight with him. He had lost so many people who were dear to him like his mother, father, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Fred Weasley. They all died because of him and there were more of course.
Harry watched as family's mourned over their loved ones who had not made it through the fight or who were still missing in the rubble of the destroyed school. Harry watched as the remaining death eaters were arrested destined for Azkaban.
Suddenly Harry felt like his whole head was splitting in two. He screamed and his body felt like it was ripped in two and Harry was falling and falling and falling. Lights were spinning in-front of his eyes and he was shrinking.
Soon his world went black.
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