AN: So, last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed reading it and thanks to everyone who reviewed and particularly Bel, who was my beta. Enjoy.
Harry woke up unaware of his surroundings. Sitting up, he rubbed his aching head. His scar was hurting more than it ever had before. He looked around him and remembered. Surrounding him was the aftermath of the battle. Ron and Hermione were embracing each other tightly, ignoring their many bruises and small cuts in the need to get close to each other. As Harry pushed himself to his feet he saw a strange sight where Voldemort has been. In the place of a body was a deformed baby's corpse. It looked much as Voldemort had before he had been reborn. Harry stumbled backwards.
"Have you seen this? It's kind of creepy," he called to the other members of the trio.
Ron came over, "Dude, that is sick."
"Ron!" Hermione scolded. "It is Voldemort's body."
"And thank God for that. Is everyone else okay?" Harry asked, looking around himself cautiously.
"I don't know, I haven't had a chance to go look yet."
Just after Hermione had said this, the doors to the entrance hall slammed open and the students poured out, Ginny leading them at the front.
"Come on," she called to the other 6th and 7th years. "Help everyone that is injured into the Great Hall so that the Healers can get to them, if they can't walk, levitate them."
The students spread out and the uninjured Order members, teachers and Aurors soon joined them in helping their comrades into the Great Hall.
It was Ginny who found Draco, lying next to the corpse of his father, clutching his left arm in pain. The connection to Voldemort through the Dark Mark had been so strong that when he had died anyone who bore it suffered intense pain as the connection abruptly severed.
Ginny pulled Draco up and into her arms.
"I was so scared when I saw Lucius standing over you. That's why I..." she looked away.
"You killed my father?" Draco said in shock.
"It was the only way to save you."
"Thank you," Draco whispered with tears in his eyes. "I love you."
"I was worried you would hate me after what I did."
"How could I? I would have done it myself if I hadn't been so scared. Besides, I could never hate you."
Ginny smiled and pulled Draco to her in a kiss. "I love you, more than anything."
Harry looked away in disgust only to see a similar embrace going on between Blaise and Luna before Luna stepped back holding her stomach and grinned at Blaise. Blaise tentatively felt the bump that was now obvious to Harry and picked Luna up, spinning her around in his arms. Her laughter resonated across the battlefield.
Of course, not everyone was as lucky as these two couples. It was Ron who found his parents, his mother bent over his father having broken down at the sight of his body. Remus Lupin was badly mauled by Fenir Greyback before killing him and Tonks levitated him to the Great Hall with a wavering wand hand.
As Harry counted the losses surrounding him he was steered into the Great Hall. Inside, Narcissa Malfoy, St Mungoes Healers and Madame Pomfrey were treating the injured from both sides.
Harry sat waiting, having insisted that he should not be a priority as his wounds were superficial. Narcissa Malfoy kept turning to look at the doors even after Malfoy had come in and sat next to Harry.
"Who's she waiting for? Your father?" Harry asked.
"He's dead and it wouldn't have been him anyway."
"Then who?"
Malfoy smirked. "Just watch."
And so Harry did until almost everyone had been treated. It was then that Snape entered the Hall and Harry remembered the part that he had played. Harry rose to thank him but Draco rested a hand on his arm.
"Watch," Draco commanded.
Narcissa Malfoy had just caught sight of Snape and, before Harry could even blink, had run up to him and kissed him. He kissed her back just as fiercely before breaking away. Guiltily, the pair glanced towards Draco who was smirking back at them.
"They thought I didn't know about them but I've known since second year," Draco explained.
Harry looked back at him in shock. "And you didn't mind?"
"Why would I? My father was a bastard."
"You know Draco, I think I may have misjudged you," Harry said, smiling.
"I sure hope so because otherwise I'd be pretty evil. You're not too bad really Potter, not that I in any way like you. I still think you're a twat," Draco replied, full-out grinning.
"That's good because I still think you're a stuck up git."
Draco laughed. "Well I'm glad we've got that sorted."
