A/N: Here it is, the first chapter of my new adventure. I can't wait to see how it turns out and to hopefully see at least one review at some point. Please enjoy and if you do read this, please leave an honest review, even if it's short. Thank you!

Chapter 1 - The Aftermath

Kneeling in the courtyard, hands in his head, sweat dripping from his forehead. How? After all this time, has he finally done it? The one task his life had lead him up to and it was complete. He hadn't ever felt like this. Every emotion bundled into one and his limbs weak and uncontrollable.

"Harry?" Hermione calmly called to him, but what do you ask in this situation? She didn't know how this must have felt when she alone couldn't fathom anything that had happened. She just wanted Harry to be alright by the slightest amount.

He couldn't respond with anything more than a "Hmm?". Hermione and Ron sat either side of him and held him tightly, as to say 'we are here for you and won't ever leave you to handle this yourself.'

After what seemed like an eternity, the trio stood and looked upon the aftermath. Harry couldn't hold it in and tears begin rolling down his face. Looking to his side, he realised he was the last of them to do so. They supported each other's weights as they made their way across to the remaining people within the school. Upon seeing the dead bodies arranged in a row, Harry noticed Remus and struggled to stand straight. He took a minute to gain some strength and they sat with the rest of the school. How could a wizard become so dark and twisted that he could kill many for his own pleasure?

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, a spark of light slowly trapsed past. Raising his aching head, his eyes were lazily shot with the glance of Draco Malfoy's. He had a moment of realisation and thought of how Draco had had such a rough time through this aswell. Well, it's not as bad as Harry's but still worse than most others.

For the next few hours, no one felt like doing anything, after all, they had all lost friends and family and had been fighting for hours upon end. Every few minutes, people came up to Harry congratulating him and thanking him for saving them from He Who Must... actually, no. Voldemort. He's dead, what could he do? However, no matter how much Harry knew that they had good intentions, he just couldn't look at any of them in their faces and just made a few noises to indicate to them that he had heard.

"Hey, I just uhh... wanted to ... thank you for everything you've done."

Harry's head rose at the familiar voice and ... he just stared forwards. Malfoy? Why had he come over? He looked confused before putting together a reply: "That's OK." Hermione and Ron shared a look of worry. Even they couldn't figure out, why Malfoy would become even slightly friendly, especially in a time like this.

They eventually started to part ways and Hogwarts cleared of its students over the rest of the day. Only teachers remained to begin the long process of clearing the damage and repairing it for the next academic year, although they weren't expecting many students in general as many parents would still be scared for their children's lives. Yet it had to be done and they were best to start early.

A/N: This is my first chapter and I know it's short but it's only a start and almost back story to the rest of it.