Harry stood in his dorm room, his packed trunks next to him. School was over for good. He would miss Hogwarts, the people, events, and fun. Yes, for the most part, school had been fun. He had made friends and enemies. He had learned to love and let go. He had been trusted and betrayed. He had gained, and he had lost.
Lost. The word stuck in his mind. He had lost two of his closest friends, Sirius when he was fifteen, and Ron, just about a month ago. Ron had been killed in the war against Voldemort. During the war he had been separated from Ron and Hermione, who had then been separated from each other. None had known how the others were faring. When the war was over Harry had found Hermione and the two had gone looking for Ron. After finding Ron's body they had held each other, tears running down both their faces, for what had seemed like days.
Tears returned to Harry's eyes. He wiped them away quickly and straightened himself up a bit. It was almost time to board the train. He lugged his trunks to the common room where Hermione was waiting for him. "Here," she said, "Mine are already on the train, let me get those for you."
"Thanks," Harry said.
"Locomotor trunks."
Using the spell Harry still faltered with, she levitated the trunks to the train, wand in her right hand.
Harry took her other hand in his. Silently the two walked to the train. Silently taking in Hogwarts and its mysterious beauty for what might be the last time. Silently remembering the past seven years. Silently wishing it wasn't over.
Silently understanding one another. Silently loving each other.