Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter! I just borrowed some characters for my story.
1) The End
When finally the spells stopped flying through the air on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all the living Death Eaters were hold captive by the ministry Aurors, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were at Harry's side.
Their friend was laying motionless, eyes closed on the ground still clutching his wand tight in his right hand. Not far away lay its brother next to the remains of the being named Voldemort.
Voldemort was clearly dead, but what about Harry?
Professor Dumbledore and Mad Eye Moody had been fighting on the other side of Hagrid's cabin when they saw the bright light that showed them something must have happened.
Dumbledore immediately tried to get there, he hadn't seen Voldemort arrive nor the duel that had taken place between Voldemort and Harry.
The Headmaster and the Ex-Auror approached the group fast but with caution. Though the fighting had stopped and they were eager to know what happened and even more worried about Harry they knew that his friends would jump at every wrong movement.
Harry had trained his friends well.
Ron drew his wand, he hadn't realized who it was, but Hermione stopped him by laying her hand on his arm. Ron returned to watch his friend. Ginny had Harry's head in her lap and didn't see anything around her. She stroked his forehead and rocked slightly back and fourth.
"Is he alive?" asked Dumbledore while kneeling down next to Harry.
"Barely," Hermione said through clenched teeth as if to keep herself from crying.
Moody took a coin out of his cloak and reached it over to Dumbledore:"Here is the emergency portkey to St. Mungos."
"No, Alastor," Dumbledore said while checking Harry's pulse. "He wouldn't survive that."
"Harry hates going by portkey," Ginny whispered, not stopping her rocking and stroking.
"We will carry him up to the infirmary and let the healers come there."
At this moment another man arrived. Remus Lupin had also been fighting and was now bruised and battered like all of them. He was looking for his best friend's godson. When he saw Harry he started to run towards him and had to be stopped by Moody. If it hadn't been for the approaching full moon there would have been no chance for the old man to stop the werewolf.
"Remus…"
"No, not Harry, no!"
"Remus, listen to me! He is not dead yet. We are going to take him up to the castle as fast as possible."
The werewolf calmed himself a little bit and fell on his knees next to the Headmaster taking Harry's hand. It was horribly cold and white.
"Let me do it."
Remus picked Harry up carefully while Ginny finally started to cry and Hermione and Ron had to help her get up. They walked through the grounds through battlefields and past the bodies of the casualties. Dumbledore had stayed behind a little and walked over to Voldemorts body what had once been his student Tom Riddle and with a pitiful glance he pocketed the wand with the second phoenix feather as its core.
