Warning: Deathly Hallows Spoiler

The Last Fight

Survivors

As the dust settled it quickly became clear that both sides had lost people, though most of the dead appeared at first glance to be Death Eaters.

Lupin lowered his wand slowly. In the confusion the remaining Death Eaters had Disapparated. He looked around at the others numbly. Tonks walked over to him, checking he had no lasting or life-threatening injuries.

"We need to see who's alive." She muttered. "And we need to get a list of the dead."

"I'll do survivors." Lupin replied, conjuring parchment and muggle pen from the air.

She nodded and went to pass the message on to the others who were still standing. He watched her go before starting to walk among the bodies littering the ground. The first few that he checked were dead, but the next two were definitely alive. Hermione was crouching beside Ron with unspent tears shining in her eyes. She was attempting to secure his broken leg until Madam Pomphrey could get to see him while he tried to reassure her that she had done nothing wrong. Lupin helped Hermione secure Ron's leg, scribbled their names on his parchment and moved on.

He spotted a group of redheads gathered nearby and went to see who was there with them.

"…I don't care, Fred, he helped me." Ginny was kneeling beside someone and arguing with her twin brothers as Lupin approached. He inched between Fred and Charlie.

"How is he?" He knelt beside Ginny.

"He's alive, but only just."

Bill appeared at Charlie's shoulder in time to hear Ginny's reply. He grabbed a rock from the ground, turned it into a Portkey and handed it to her. As she looked up to thank him he caught a glimpse of the person that they were surrounding.

"Do mum and dad know?" He asked as she disappeared with the unconscious body.

"No one's seen them yet." Lupin got to his feet slowly.

They walked among the bodies for some hours, checking they had not missed anyone. Ginny returned as the groups gathered to compare notes. She listened quietly as they checked the dead, then the injured who had been send to either St Mungo's or Madam Pomphrey at Hogwarts, and finally those who were lucky enough to be alive and not need medical attention. But she and the other Weasleys couldn't hold back when three names were missing. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody sent the searchers out again to find them while some of the Aurors took the Death Eaters to the Ministry for official identification.

Ginny bit her lip and looked out around the graveyard. She felt someone put a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Hermione standing next to her.

"They'll find them." Hermione tried to reassure her friend, but knew she was trying to reassure herself too.

"I know…it's just…"

"You're afraid they're dead." Hermione finished her sentence.

Ginny nodded. "I don't want to lose them."

Hermione gently lead her friend away from the mess towards the church. They'd not gone far when Ginny spotted a body on the ground. She recognised it as a man. He was curled up into a defensive position and had his hands pressed to his head. She broke free of Hermione's grasp and ran over to it, recognising the messy black hair instantly.

"Harry?" She placed a tentative hand on his arm.

He was lying on his back in a warm bed. People were talking nearby, but the voices sounded distant. He tried to let them know that he was awake, but sleep beckoned to him.

The voices were clearer the next time he awoke. He opened his eyes a crack. The light was dim and soft. A blurry shape moved across his line of vision. He wondered briefly how he had ended up not wearing his glasses, and why he was lying in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts School when Godric's Hollow was over a hundred miles away. But then sleep came again and he thought no more.

Daylight prodded Harry's eyes, stopping him from getting back to sleep. He opened them reluctantly. Someone silently handed him his glasses. He put them on and sat up a little while looking around. Hermione sat beside Ron, who was staring at the floor. On his other side was Ginny, tears streaming down her face, but she did nothing to stop them.

"What happened?" Harry croaked, staring at the covers, right where two lumps suggested feet.

"What do you remember?" Hermione's voice sounded unusually flat.

"I killed Voldemort…he's gone for good."

"Nothing else?"

Harry shook his head slowly. His eyes travelled between Ron and Ginny.

"I need to know what happened."

Hermione pulled a long sheet of parchment from the bedside cabinet and handed it to him. He looked at the three headings, 'Survivor', 'Injured' and 'Dead'. The third column explained the length of the sheet. All three of his friends stood up to go. He realised they must have discussed this while he'd been sleeping.

"Ginny…stay, please." He called her back. Ron and Hermione were all ready nearing the doors. She hesitated but returned to his side in silence.

He waited for her to sit down again before looking down the first list. A lot of it comprised of escaped known Death Eaters, a lot of the Order and a smaller group of the DA. The second column bore his and Ron's names among others. As he looked down this column he found one unexpected name.

"Percy was there?" He looked at Ginny.

"He saved my life." She whispered. "He knocked the Death Eater away before he could use the Killing Curse." She shuddered at the memory of it. Harry grasped her hand and turned, with dread, to the final column. He didn't know a lot of the names. Most said 'Death Eater' beside them, some said 'Order', but he'd never known everyone in the extensive group. Then came 'DA' and 'Hogwarts'. It sickened him to ready those names, some of them had been friends, but it was the final two names that hurt the most.

He turned wordlessly to Ginny. She climbed onto the bed and fell into his arms. Tears were now running down his face too as he stared at the names. They hadn't deserved to die, none of them had, but the pain of finding out they had gone was worse than anything he'd known. Sirius had been a combined brother and father, Dumbledore a father and mentor, but both times he'd had them to help him through it. He supposed this was how he'd felt when his parents had died, though he couldn't remember it

"That battle will end one day, Harry. The day it does, we'll all be there."

Harry's constant fight with Voldemort had cost lives…

"There will always be space at The Burrow for you, Harry. You have friends there, and a family."

Harry closed his eyes against the grief welling up inside him. Whichever bastard killed them…whichever heartless bastard killed Mr and Mrs Weasley, I'm going to find them and make them pay for it. Harry swore revenge in his mind as he held his girlfriend close and they shared their grief.

Author's Note: I could have had this one up before Deathly Hallows came out, but I never got around to it. There is a spoiler in this chapter (clue, not the deaths), mentioned very briefly and twice. I won't say what it is incase you're reading this and haven't finished Deathly Hallows yet.