Am dipping my toe into the wonderful world of HP. There are 1000's of fanfics and as many fans, so this may well be the first and only chapter. If you like, tell me so. If you dislike, tell me why.

Harry opened his eyes, and then he closed them again. They felt too heavy. He heard groaning and realised it was him. He tried to move, but he couldn't feel anything.

"Harry!" It was Hermione. "Harry, are you okay?"

He felt hands on him, moving him gently, turning him over.

"Is he okay?"

"Harry, Harry mate, can you hear me?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look.

Harry opened his eyes. His scar wasn't hurting, but his head, generally, felt as if it was going to explode. The pain was white hot. He felt a sheen of sweat break out over his body.

"Something's wrong," he croaked.

"Just rest, someone will come…" Hermione looked around. There was so much chaos. People running about still. She glimpsed Professor McGonagall, white-faced, issuing orders and then Hagrid, carrying someone in his arms.

"Is he really dead Ron?" Harry looked at his friend. He wasn't sure if he had been dreaming or not. "Fred, is he…?" He saw Ron's face and trailed off. A hot tear spilled from his eye. "I'm sorry," he said and closed his eyes again. He wanted to weep, but he was in too much pain.

"No one blames you Harry." Ron said. He felt Hermione's hand caress his back. He took a deep breath. "None of us do."

Harry groaned again.

"What about Voldemort?" he asked.

"Gone," Hermione said. She looked at Ron nervously.

"What happened?" he asked. He tried to sit up, but his body wasn't working properly. He got the feeling something was wrong again.

"He just broke up," Ron said. "Disappeared." Ron smiled, but Harry saw the grave look he gave Hermione.

"What is it?" Harry asked. He looked between his friends. "Something's wrong, isn't it?" He waited, but the silence told him nothing. "Tell me," he said.

"Let's get you up first," Ron said.

He put his hands on his friend and eased him into a sitting position. A new pain shot through Harry's body. He felt as if he had fallen from a great height. The he remembered he had fallen from a great height.

"Voldemort. Has he really gone?" he asked. He looked at Ron.

Ron nodded. "Gone."

"You did it, Harry." Hermione smiled, but Harry could see she had been crying.

"We did it," Harry said. He tried to smile, but his face wasn't working.

There were sudden footsteps and Neville appeared, running.

"Blimey, Harry!" He stopped. He had blood dripping from several wounds on his face. "Are you okay? I saw from the window…" He stepped closer. "What's happened?" He looked at Ron and then Hermione. "What's wrong with him?"

Harry felt his heart flutter nervously.

"What is it, Neville?" He stood up, but he felt lightheaded and stumbled. Ron caught him.

"Take it easy, mate," Ron said.

Harry shrugged him off. He was panting with the exertion and the pain.

"Tell me," he said through gritted teeth.

Hagrid appeared, smiling, but the smile died on his face.

"Harry…" He stopped and stared.

Then Mr Weasley appeared, followed by Mrs Weasley and Seamus and Dean and more students and teachers all slowly began to file out towards Harry, but every one of them stopped and stared.

Mrs Weasley stepped up to Harry. She had red puffy eyes. She touched his face gently, then she turned to her husband.

"We need to take him home," she said.

Mr Weasley nodded.

"Will someone please tell me…" Harry trailed off. He saw Ginny in the distance. She smiled and walked over slowly, and like her mum, she touched his face.

"It's done something to you," she said. He felt her fingertips, cold on his face. "Your face is burnt," she said. "It's…" she paused and dropped her hand. "You have a black scar…"