Somewhere between disarming and stupefying all the Death Eaters, and Voldemort, Harry mended his robes and mended some of the more painful injuries, without his wand.  It hurt more than he could expect, when his wand had been snapped by Voldemort in the early days of his captivity.

So, when he arrived at Hogwarts, twelve hours later (after body-binding all the Death Eaters several times) he looked mildly presentable.  He hadn't awoken Snape, still unsure of where his loyalties lay – despite Dumbledore's constant assurances the year before.

Everyone was asleep, except the two people who were watching for Harry: Lupin and Hagrid.  When they spotted an enlarging dot on the horizon they summoned Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey to await his arrival.

With a thump, the dot disappeared, and immediately in front of them; Harry Potter and some thirty-one evil beings appeared out of thin air, "Professor," Harry nodded to Lupin, "Hagrid," he cut his eyes to the half-giant, "I suppose it's good to see you all," he said distantly, his voice strained and weak to their ears.

Dumbledore appeared moments later, "Harry!" he cried jovially, "you did it!"

Harry looked him up and down for a few minutes, his eyes changing from the emerald green to a slit of silver, and a small tight smile appeared on his face, "I suppose you can deal with these?" he asked, very softly – his voice failing him, "I'm somewhat in need of some food, and Madam Pomfrey's ministrations."

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded decisively, "I can.  The ministry has Aurors already stationed here to pick them up when you arrived.  Poppy is on her way down at this minute."

Shrugging Harry threw all the wands to Dumbledore, "Yeah, whatever."

Lupin placed a hand on his shoulder lightly, and Harry expelled a sharp breath, "can you take me for some food, Moony?" he whispered faintly, and levitated himself behind his fathers' old friend to the Great Hall, where Breakfast was already being served.

He took a small mouthful of toast, but could not move his jaw enough to eat, so he tried a gulp of Pumpkin juice, but couldn't lift the goblet.  Finally he grunted in surrender, and passed out beside Professor Remus J Lupin.

"Oh, Harry!" Lupin sighed, "what have you done to yourself, this time?"

"Now, Harry, long were you with the Dark Lord?" Fudge asked, his face pale and his eyes darting backwards and forwards around the hospital wing.

Something flickered in Harry's eyes, and he just raised an eyebrow at the Minister for Magic.  Although he'd been completely healed, with only scars remaining from his time in Voldemort's clutches, Harry refused to speak more than a few words to a very select few people; Snape being one of them and Hedwig being another.

"Harry," Dumbledore said softly, "we need to know."

The other people in the room (Sirius, Lupin, Snape, McGonagall and twenty Aurors) nodded their heads decisively.  Harry suddenly did something extremely random, he roared with laughter.

For almost an entire minute, all that could be heard was a loud booming laugh. 

He's finally cracked Snape thought, rather maliciously, when he saw the former student break out into laughter, Voldemort really did succeed.

Harry cut a glance to Snape his eyes changing from the green, to a bottomless pit of black, as he turned back to Dumbledore, "With all due respect," he said, forming a sentence for the first time, "Fuck You!"

There was absolute silence throughout the room, nobody believing that Harry Potter (Dumbledore's favorite student) had just sworn at him, in anger.

"Excuse me?" Dumbledore asked quietly, suppressed rage evident in his every syllable.

Harry just smirked, and stood up.  People hurried to push him back, but all were rather hesitant to touch him.  Something flickered in his emotionless, empty eyes and he stepped away from them, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going, Harry?" Dumbledore demanded.

Throwing a sad, haunted look over his shoulder, Harry shrugged and opened the door; walking out.  Something in his eyes stayed everyone in the room, even Sirius and Lupin although nobody could understand what had happened, or why he was leaving – having just defeated the Dark Lord.  Except Professor Severus Snape, who understood perfectly.

"What?" Sirius jumped as the door slammed, "what just happened?  Did I miss something?  He didn't even say hello!"

"Sirius," Remus said soothingly, "of course he didn't.  He's barely spoken at all for the last week.  You can't expect that your appearance would change that."

Padfoot's jaw opened and closed in silent protest, "But-"

Snape sighed, obviously he was going to have to impart his rather extensive opinion onto the lowly Gryffindors to see if they could rescue Harry before it became too late, "It's obvious, Black, that Potter is angry!"

"But why is he angry at us?  It was Voldemort!"

"No!" Snape shook his head vehemently, "it wasn't.  Voldemort just delivered the final blows.  Did anyone realize he wasn't at his aunt or uncle's for the entire holiday?  That's how long he was held by Voldemort.  He doesn't care about the torture, or even the fact that I couldn't recognize him when I was summoned.  What hurt him more than the physical pain, was the feeling of abandonment that you all left him with when you didn't rescue him, or even try.  And then you all have the gall to come in and ask him for information when he's just delivered an unconscious Dark Lord, and all his supporters to your doorstep before you'd really tried to do anything to help stop him!"

Harry walked down the stairs, past the entrance to Gryffindor tower, past the Great Hall, through the Entrance Hall, and out the door where he suddenly saw an owl flying towards him, holding a small letter, in a heavy parchment.  He blinked, taking the letter it dropped into his hands,

Dear Mr. Potter,

We regret to inform you, that your enrolment in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry has been concluded, due to numerous offences that preclude immediate expulsion.  Please return your wand to Professor Dumbledore, and collect your belongings immediately.

Yours,

Miranda Bagshot,

Improper use of Magic

Magical department of Education

I guess that's the end then, he thought to himself with a faint smile.  As he disapparated from the grounds, landing in the middle of London and slinking off into the crowd.