The chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts was behind him. It was over, finished. Voldemort was dead and they had won, but not without casualties.
The Wesley's had lost a son and a brother. He could still see the devastated look on George's face as he stood over his dad twin.
He couldn't stop thinking about Remus. He was the last marauder. His dad, Sirius, Petigrew, Remus. They're all gone.
Harry Potter walked into the Room of Requirement. His bag, the one he had carried with him everywhere while on the run, was sitting in the corner of the room. When he picked it up, a piece of parchment fell out and fluttered to the ground face down.
Harry picked it up and flipped it over and read what was written. A tear slid down his cheek, then another, and another.
He was sobbing. Great aching sobs that echoed around the big empty room. It was the first time he had cried since the battle had ended.
The parchment was still clutched tightly in his hand. The small amount of writing was still legible on the old, yellowed parchment.
'Mischief Managed'