The earthly scent of grass flowed to Harry's nose. 'I'm alive,' he thought desperately taking a deep breath of the brisk night air. "He's awake," he heard a familiar voice speaking. "He's a hero, he's done it!" Harry opened his eyes painfully, it felt as if the weight of a thousand houses was upon his chest.
McGonagall was leaning over him, her face lit by the dim light of many wands. "Professor?" he said weakly. He couldn't believe he was alive...really truly alive with a real beating heart and working lungs. But what had happened of Voldemort? Where were the deatheaters?
"What happened?" his voice strained. "Later, Harry...Later," She whispered. He was dimly aware of someone lifting him. But before he could ask just who it was, he blacked out again.
When Harry awoke again he was in the hospital wing. It was a shock he did not expect: The entire Weasley family was there, along with Hermione and some of the Gryffindor House. His eyes gazed to Ginny and his heart pounded at the sight of the beautiful redhead. "Thank Merlin..." he gasped.
The twins gave out a great laugh as they came over to Harry's side. "Hey Champ, you couldn't have done a better job. There was nothing left of the brute! Only his clothes!" George exclaimed. "You should have seen the deatheaters Harry! I've never seen such a large group of people leave so fast..." Fred continued.
"So...he's dead?" Harry said, a little overwhelmed. Mrs. Weasley scolded the twins for being so loud and moved in between them, showering Harry with kisses and love. "Harry! We're so proud of you!" she exclaimed.
"And she yells at us." Fred commented. "What a hypocrite" George added with a sigh, causing all of Harry's visitors to break out into laughter.
Harry stared, they were all so happy, but how could they be when Hagrid was dead? He was sure he was dead! Harry suddently bolted upright. "Why are you all so happy? Hagrid died!" he exclaimed, heart beating quickly.
Hermione came to Harry's side. "Oh Harry, Hagrid's alive. The killing curse would have killed a normal wizard, but because of Hagrid's size...he's well...he's doing quite fine" She said joyfully. Harry looked to the beds (they had to place two together so it would be large enough) next to him and sure enough there was Hagrid. He let out a great sigh. "Oh..." He said, feeling rather childish.
Hagrid smiled. "Did ya really think I'd go that easily 'Arry?" he said flashing Harry a smile with squinty beady eyes. Harry smiled back. "Never."
"Psh, like Voldemort could kill a great brute like me?" Hagrid laughed jovially.
"You said his name..." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Thanks to you Harry, we don't have nuthin' to be a 'fraid of anymore." Hagrid said solemnly. Harry looked from Hagrid to the others standing all around watching him with approving eyes. Dumbledore winked...and Fawkes was seendancing over the grounds outside, singing beautifully, a song of victory.
Voldemort was really gone...and he had killed him...
And Harry was still alive...
FIN