Harry dropped inelegantly to the floor outside the hospital wing, back against the wall with his folded arms resting on his knees and his head resting upon them. He took a deep steadying breath, which did nothing to calm him.

He should be feeling happy, relieved even. Sirius was alive, he was here and he was alive. But the casualties weighed heavily upon Harry. Fortunately no-one had died, no-one had died yet. Tonks had been sent to St Mungo's along with another Auror . . . damn he couldn't remember his name . . . something Davis?

He growled angrily to himself, he should know these things. These people risked their lives to protect Hogwarts, to protect him and he couldn't even remember their damn names!

And George, they'd taken George away too. Harry had taken one look and had had to look away. How could someone live through that? Massive head trauma, one of the mediwitches had said. They'd left Fred behind. He was sitting with the rest of the Weasley clan right now, by Ron and Mr.Weasley's bedsides. They'd been hit by something or the other, Harry hadn't really heard, he just heard that they were going to be okay. He hadn't been able to look away from Fred, he'd looked so lost . . .

He stood up suddenly and faced the wall, leaning his head forehead against the cool stone and sighed. And then there was Draco. Draco who had been protecting him. Snape had administered some potions, having recognised the curse when he saw Draco, but Draco still hadn't awakened. Apparently there was nothing to do but wait until he woke up, if he woke up at all.

A choked sob worked its way out of his mouth, and he bit his lip to hold back what felt suspiciously like tears welling up in his eyes.

He kicked the wall forcefully, ignoring the pain that shot through his foot, and then slammed his fist into the solid stone wall, over and over and over . . . until he felt a tentative hand grab his elbow.

He turned round and looked into crystal blue eyes full of sadness and understanding. Gently she pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around him.

He distantly recognised voices of concern nearby as he rested his head on her shoulder, but he didn't care, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"Poor child." Severus heard Minerva mutter as she, himself, Granger and Black watched Potter breakdown in Jasrene's arms.

"What - Why is he so upset?" Black asked.

"It seems your miraculous reappearance hasn't resolved all of the burdens Mr. Potter carries." Severus said smoothly.

"I didn't mean it like that." Black snapped back.

"Of course not," he replied snidely, "I should think this has been a long time actually." He said glancing back down the hall to Potter. "What with the prophecy, you're death and now those most seriously injured in the battle being some of the people closest to him . . ." he trailed off, Minerva was nodding her agreement but Granger was frwning.

"Sir, we never heard the prophecy, it smashed." She said. Severus raised an eyebrow at her, so Potter hadn't told his friends that either.

"That it did." He agreed. Granger frowned again in confusion.

"Then why did you-"

"What do you mean those hurt worst are the closest to him?" Sirius interrupted, "George Weasley I understand, but Malfoy? They're hardly close are they?"

"You'd be surprised." He murmured.

Harry let himself be dragged into the hospital wing by his good hand. He resolutely avoided looking at any of the Weasley's as Jas pulled him past them, apart from Fred for whom he gave a brittle smile. They drew to a stop by a bed at the end of the hospital wing, cornered off by curtains. She pulled back the curtain slightly and turned to face him.

"I have to go now Harry." She said softly.

"Bethany." He nodded.

"You going to be okay?" she asked as she brushed his hair out of his eyes for him, her finger tips lightly tracing his scar. He shrugged and looked away. "Oh Harry." She whispered and pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be fine." He murmured into her hair. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "I have to be." He said with more conviction. She nodded and smiled softly.

She gave his hand a squeeze before she turned and walked out of the hospital wing. Harry watched her go with a sad smiling, wondering if this would be the last time he ever saw her.

When the door shut behind her Harry took a deep breath and faced the curtain. With a fairly steady hand he pulled it back further and stepped through and drew it closed behind him.

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