He's back with you again, but is he really? You can feel him. Holding you, caressing you, comforting you. There is disaster surrounding you, Hogwarts lies in ruins, and there as so many dead—so many gone.
You look up into his eyes, his eyes that are concealed by dust covered glasses. One of the lenses is cracked just like your heart—just like his heart.
Hundreds of dead bodies lie on the tables that surround you, and every person is a stab to his heart. You can feel his body tense. Tense because he blames himself, because he succeeded, yet failed in his own eyes.
His eyes are dead. Dead along with the bodies on the tables. Dead because he doesn't think that he can live with all of this regret, and sorrow, and pain.
He looks at your mum who is crying over Fred's body and he breaks apart. He starts running, out of the room, away from his guilt.
You find him huddled in a corner. He looks so young, so innocent, so breakable. What can you do for the Boy Who Lived? How can you help the boy who is perpetually strong?
There's only one way you can think of to wipe away the pain. You stride over purposefully and you kiss him.
It's just a peck. Simple, short, bittersweet. But it shows him that he's not alone, that he can move on, that it's not bad to feel relieved even with so many casualties.
He stares at you with eyes as broken as the left lens of his glasses. But you know he will be okay. That you can both move on from this point. You can be together at last.