Harry looked at all the damage to his favorite place in the world and felt utterly sick to his stomach, he couldn't think about anything other than the damage he had caused to kill Lord Voldemort. Bodies of fellow friends, students, parents and teachers were lined up in the Great Hall instead of the grand tables used for serving meals. Harry could hear nothing except the sound of pained cries of family members as they recovered their loved ones. Harry became dizzy and felt the bile work its way up his throat, all he could do was turn and run for an exit. Turning into the first door way he found keeled over and heaved stomach acid onto the rug. Suddenly there was the feeling of small soft hands rubbing his back as he continued to heave. Harry looked up to see who was with him, Hermione was silently crying. With amazing force she pulled Harry out of his kneeling position to his feet and hugged him tightly.
The only thing Harry could think about was how good she smelled, how good it felt to be in her arms. Hermione held him for a long time until his shakes subsided. Letting him go she gave him a small half smile. No words were needed they said what they needed to say with their eyes. Harry shrugged her off and went back to the Great Hall he had things he needed to do people he needed to see. Harry ventured to the Weasly family, as soon as he was seen by Molly he was pulled into their group hug. Harry felt incredibly uncomfortable with the situation, he didn't feel right to be this closely involved with their grieving. Slowly he extracted himself from the crying family and knelt next to Fred's lifeless body, Harry squeezed Fred's cold stiff hand and sent him a silent prayer. One lone tear trickled of Harry's face only to land on Fred's cheek. Harry wiped away the rest of his tears and collected himself, he had to find McGonagall. Harry bolted down the Great Hall and dashed up the moving Staircases until he reached her classroom hoping she would be there he busted through the door. The professor looked up completely startled.
"What can I do for you Mr. Potter...and Miss Granger?" Harry stayed silent, he should have known she would have followed. Ignoring her presence he looked into McGonagall's eyes.
"Professor what is it going to take too get Hogwarts up and running again? Whatever it is we need to do it as soon as possible. Money is no object. I owe it to every single witch or wizard that has attended this school and every student for the future. I also owe it to the faculty, and most of all to the people who have given up their lives to help me." The older woman studied Potter for what seemed like forever, she watched Hermione walk up to Harry and slide her hand into his.
"Harry the thing is you dont owe anyone anything you have done your part. We will however accept your help under the condition you come back to school and finish your seventh year, that is my own personal condition. Re- building this school will take time, but not nearly as much time as you think, and we dont need money, the things we need most are strong able bodied witches and wizards, however we seem to have an abundance of those hanging around the school as it is. That is my offer take it or leave it. Oh and Miss Granger the offer stands for you as well." Hermione was practically jumping up and down, she didnt even need to voice her answer she was so damn excited. Harry just looked at the professor and sighed. Going back to school after all of this was going to be tough he wondered if it would be too easy. The only thing Harry could do was nod. McGonagall smiled at them both.
"Well then Potter, Granger I suggest we get started."
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