Well, that's all folks.
Just Kidding.
It's not mine.
Let's get to the goodies.
The Death Eaters were killed when their Dark Marks sucked the life out of them as Voldemort died. Apparently, the Dark Mark was not only a sign of one being a Death Eater, it was a way for Voldemort to cling even longer to life. The Killing Curse that killed Voldemort also killed all of his followers who had taken the Mark.
Rubeus Hagrid was killed by a combination of fifteen Killing Curses while trying to fight the Death Eaters who stormed the castle gates that Friday the thirteenth. His body was buried on the Hogwarts grounds between the Gamekeeper's hut and the Forbidden Forest, and he was awarded an Order of Merlin, First Class.
Luna Lovegood was killed by what can only be assumed to be a heliopath that was with Voldemort's army. The beast was never seen again. Luna was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, which her father will not keep in the house for fear that it is a listening device.
Dean Thomas woke up in the hospital a week after the battle. His legs were severely broken by a Bludgeoning Curse but he survived. He was awarded an Order of Merlin, Second Class.
Seamus Finnigan and Pansy Parkinson were trapped together behind a tree at the edge of the forest. They fought against several of the current and former Slytherin students, icluding Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle were stunned easily, but Zabini took a little more work. Both Seamus and Pansy survived with minor injuries and were awarded Orders of Merlin, Second Class.
Terry Boot disappeared from the battle and was never seen again. He is presumed dead, and has been awarded an Order of Merlin, First Class.
Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan died when they were backed into the Whomping Willow by no less than ten Death Eaters. They were awarded Order of Merlin, First Class.
Justin Finch-Fletchley rescued Dennis Creevey from an attack by Fenrir Greyback just before Greyback's demise. He was too late to save Colin, who died from his injuries on the Hogwarts Grounds. Colin and Justin both received Orders of Merlin, First Class, and Dennis received an Order of Merlin, Second Class.
Derrick Peabody, who once passed Professor Dumbledore a plate of chipolatas on Christmas Day, successfully defended Hagrid's hut from being burned down – again. He prevented the extinction of the entire race of Blast-Ended Skrewts and received an Order of Merlin, Second Class.
Dedalus Diggle was killed by the hex Septumsempara, and died at Hogwarts. He was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.
Of the nineteen surviving Ministry members who were quartered at Hogwarts, twelve survived the battle. Seven were Aurors, including Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks survived by transforming her face into a Death Eater's mask and then killing the unsuspecting Death Eaters who walked by. They were the most high-ranking survivors.
All the Hogwarts teachers survived the battle, although several of them spent a long time in the hospital wing before they were allowed to leave.
Remus Lupin survived the battle and returned to the body of Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew was the only Death Eater whose body was returned to his family – his mother – to be buried, at Lupin's insistence. There were only three people in attendance at his funeral.
All six of the surviving Weasley children and their parents were involved in the battle. Of the eight that went in, seven returned alive. Charlie Weasley was soul sucked by a Dementor and his body died shortly afterward. He was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, and it hangs in the Burrow to this day.
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On a warm beach, a little boy played in the sand between his parents. His dark hair shone in the sun, and his green eyes were bright as his father patiently tried to teach him to build a sand castle. The toddler was not interested in such things, however. He was more interested in wrecking the sand castle, watching it crumble to the ground. His red-haired mother was laughing, and his father laughed too, and the little boy grinned and giggled, waving his fists in the air.
Harry Potter sat on a log and watched his fifteen-month old self chasing a crab across the sand. Whatever he had expected, it wasn't this.
"I am proud," said Dumbledore, "to see how far you've come."
Harry closed his eyes. So this was it. He was dead.
He turned his head and looked at the headmaster. "Professor?" he asked.
"You may call me Albus, Harry, if you wish."
Harry didn't think he could ever do that. "I can't," he said.
Dumbledore nodded sagely.
"What do I do now?" asked Harry. "Don't I have a choice?"
"A choice?" asked Sirius.
Harry looked, this time, to his right and saw his godfather as he had never seen him before. Where Sirius had been wasted, and deadened, and haunted during the brief time that he and Harry had been together, his face was fuller now, and his eyes full of laughter, just as they had been at Harry's parents' wedding. Harry looked to Dumbledore, too, saw that his hands – both of them – were healthy and flesh-colored. Dumbledore's hair was auburn again and his eyes shone blue, although he still appeared to be old.
"The choice Nick said you had," Harry told Sirius, "to stay here, or to come back..."
"No," said his mother softly, "there's no choice. Not for you."
"But..." began Harry. His mother had turned aside from the sea while he was looking at Sirius and Dumbledore and approached him while he was distracted. The closer he got, he realized that he did, indeed, have her eyes. She smiled at him, and it was like a dream he had never realized he had was materializing in front of him. To hear his mother's voice...not a memory, but the real voice...
He was on his feet, and he didn't even know it. She wrapped her arms around him, and he could feel her body shaking with sobs – or was it his? "My son," she whispered, "my grown-up son..."
Harry closed his eyes and focused on the sound of her voice, the touch of her skin. It felt so right, to be hugged by his mother. The only thing he had ever known, like this, was when Mrs. Weasley had hugged him, but he would never see her again, and his mother was here...
"Harry," said his father, "we're so proud of you."
"I'm so sorry," Harry whispered. "I should have done it sooner, I shouldn't have wasted all that time..."
"Are you crazy!" cried Sirius, "of course you should have! You deserve to have a life, friends, spend some time playing Quidditch. You finished it sooner than we ever thought possible – what more could you want?"
I want to go back. Thought Harry. I want to live. But he couldn't say that. It would never happen.
"I want you to know," said his mother, who had finally let go of him and was now scrutinizing him with close precision, "that we were always watching."
"Always," said his father. "I know that doesn't mean much, that we never stopped anything from happening to you, but we never left you alone."
Somehow, Harry thought, that was a good thing. He was surrounded by his family, and the thought made him happy.
He looked up and saw that a crowd of people had gathered on the beach. People he had only seen a few times before in an enchanted mirror, and a few that he had never seen before at all. He recognized Cedric Diggory among them, and... was that Colin Creevey?
"They just want a look," said his father. "They're so proud to be related to you, or even just to have some connection to you, you should hear the bragging. Getting a little old, really."
Harry looked over to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore nodded. "I saw them before," he told his parents. "In the mirror."
"It was real," said his mother. "The mirror. That's what it's always like, around you, did you know that?"
Harry hadn't known it, but it didn't surprise him either. "I've missed you," he said. "I guess now... now we'll all have time." And even though he would rather have returned to Earth and lived his life with Ginny, seen what he could have been if he had survived, he was glad to have this chance, glad to know that he could finally know his parents, glad to know that Sirius was finally free of the demons that tortured him. He was so wrapped up in the thought that he failed to notice the look his parents shot at each other, until, finally, his father spoke up.
"Actually," he said softly, "you don't, yet."
Harry looked into his father's eyes – set in a face so similar to his own – and tried to decipher what he was hearing. "What?"
"You... you're not supposed to die, now," his father said softly. "Voldemort... so much of what he did was never meant to happen that you were never supposed to have to k... to do what you did. And it won't be allowed"
His mother reached out and touched his face. "You have to go back now," she said.
"But..." began Harry.
"Harry," said Sirius, "listen to me. I know that you don't want to be here yet. You did what you had to do to right a terrible wrong. But that's over now, and what you had to do should never have had to be done, and you get to go back and live your life."
"But..."
"We'll still be here," said his mother. She hugged him again, and kissed his cheek. "Oh, I love you, Harry."
His father hugged him next, whispering, "Don't forget it," and Harry was sure he could feel his father crying too.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," added Sirius, "I never should have let things get as bad as they did, that year."
"It's okay," replied Harry. "I shouldn't have gone to the Ministry alone." He turned to Dumbledore. "Goodbye, sir."
"Harry," replied the headmaster, "have faith – what my portrait told you about Neville was not an error. He is meant to be where he is. More than that, I will not tell you."
Harry's eyes were focused on his parents as the beach faded away.
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Ginny was looking for someplace to collect her thoughts when she wandered into a little-used wing of Hogwarts. Someplace to sit and think about Percy, and Charlie, and Harry.
Harry, who was probably dead, but no one would ever know.
It broke her heart to think of it. Losing a brother, or two, was hard enough, but to lose Harry, who she loved, was impossible.
It was just as she thought this that she heard a thump behind a door to her right. And when she opened it, she saw a body lying on the floor in front of the Arch from the Death Chamber – the body of a seventeen year old boy with black hair and green eyes.
She ran to him, and pulled him off the floor, and she could see that he was breathing. He opened his eyes and stared into hers, and whispered, "I love you too."
And it was only then that she realized that the scar that had always been on his forehead was gone.