Harry was exhausted. He'd died, not an hour ago. Looking around him, seeing the dead, and seeing the living, he sat. The price of war was heavy, but his and countless others' sacrifices allowed the wizarding world to end it. Rebuilding would be hard. As Neville sat next to him, in silence, he put his head on his shoulder. He hoped they wouldn't waste this chance. Still, fighting for it was worth it.