You found the portkey laying on a grave, which it's tombstone was marked "Tom Riddle." you looked back towards Harry reluctantly. "I don't want to leave him alone, not here!" You cried. Then you touched the portkey.
When you appeared back at the station Ron's mother was crying as his father was trying to comfort her. "Mr. Weasley!" You gasped, running to him. "Sarah!" Ron's mother cried, taking you in her arms. You must have looked bad, because she asked you repeatedly what had happened to you and if it hurt. "Mr. Weasley! You need to come! We got him!" was all you said. "Please! Come now! We got him! We want to be sure." you yelled, wanting to hurry. "I don't understand," He replied. "Please! We got Lord Val-" you started. But Mr. Weasley interrupted you, "He who must not be named!" you corrected. "We got he who must not be named! And...and...you need to come...with the heads of the ministry of magic! Please!" You said, panicing. 15 minutes later Mr. Weasley and some men you didn't know touched your portkey. They had told you to stay behind. You wanted to go, and see Harry, to see he was okay. You didn't like the idea of him alone with Voldemort, even if he was dead.
You, shaking, told Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley all that had happened. They listened closely. "And you two were only gone 10 minutes!" Ron looked at Hermione and his mother, "Amazing what team-work can do these days, bloody brilliant." "Oh, you poor dear!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, taking you into her arms comfortingly. "You poor dear!" She repeated. It seemed that that was all she could say, for when Harry, Voldemort tied up and more, and some people from the ministry of magic returned, she took Harry into his arms and said, "You poor dear! You poor dear," as well. "So, is you know who really gone?" Hermione asked Harry. "We all think so, but they are taking him to azkaban to make sure, or something," Harry explained. He wiped some sweat from his face.
Back at Hogwarts, December 28, Dumbledore made the announcment to everyone, giving both Harry, and...and Sarah(?) credit. You were surprised to recieve credit. You felt like you had been in the way more than you had helped. But as everybody looked at Harry sitting with you and applauded you felt proud. "Harry, it took less than half an hour, too." You whispered to him. "It's funny what team work can do for you." You repeated what Ron said.
"It's funny, thinking about it all." You said with Harry, walking outside with Harry. It was 8 P.M. "What's funny?" Harry asked. "Everything. I mean, I thought it would have been harder. But with just two people. We managed to kill the man who murdered so many, who brought fear into everyone's lives for decades, we managed to kill him...in such little time." Harry smiled. "Well I'm just glad that he's gone." He replied, hugging you tighter as you both walked. You layed your head on his shoulder.
You walked with Harry, your head rested on his shoulder as you both walked about, staring at the lake in front of Hogwarts. Suddenly you smiled. "Remember our first kiss?" You asked. Harry smiled back. "The Yule Ball," he replied. You giggled. "Shaggy Shaggy Do Bop, Shaggy Shaggy Dee!" you sang. You and Harry began play dancing to the music singing the song. You and him were laughing and smiling. As you both jumping around in a weird rythom you tripped over Harry's feet. He went flying back and you fell on top of him. You both continued to giggle. You finally leaned in a pecked Harry's lips. You both kissed for what seemed like forever. When you brought your head back, you said, "I love you, Harry Potter!" Harry kissed your lips. "I love you too, Sarah Wilson!" He replied.