It’s May 3rd, the day after the infamous battle. Harry gets nudged by the shoulder to wake up. As he groggily opens his eyes, he sees Ron and Hermione and memories of last night flash before his eyes. He can’t suppress a little grin when he remembers: Voldemort is defeated. “So, what do we do know?” Harry asks, confused as to what you would do after such a battle. “Well, Hogwarts is pretty much a wreck so it’s not like we can go down for breakfast. Madame Pomfrey is working her hardest to tend the the injured and eventually we’ll have to go down but for now we just have to go down and see what awaits us,” Hermione replied. She was already polished and dressed in school robes as if she were just getting ready for another day at Hogwarts, no sign of the past six months visible. Ron and Harry hastily wash themselves and put on school robes. Harry thought he caught a glimpse of Ron wiping a tear from his eye as he looked down at his school robes. The robes were provided by Hermione who apparently got up early in rummaged through all the boys’ trunks for them. After they were all ready, they began their descent into the Common Room, Ron and Hermione hand in hand and Harry with a foolish grin stuck on his face. When they walked into the Common Room, which was now an utter mess, the aftermath of the war conspicuous, the trio was faced with a warm cheer and found all their friends standing side by side, waiting for them. Hermione burst into tears. Ginny ran up to Harry and gave him a tight embrace and a kiss. Neville and Ron were shaking hands and hugging, Luna trying to calm Hermione down. Dean and Seamus were awkwardly waiting for Ginny to release Harry so they could congratulate him. And in the back, hiding in the shadows, was Draco Malfoy. When he made himself seen, Ron, Harry, and Hermione all had their wands out, pointing at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Malfoy?” Ron spat at him. “Woah, woah, woah,” Neville said with his hands up, signaling them to put down their wands, “He comes here in piece.” The trio slowly lowered their wands, all still glaring at Malfoy. The blond boy raised his hands as if in surrender. “Hey. I’m…sorry. About everything I’ve done in the past seven years. About what my father has done, about what Voldemort has done. I never would have killed Dumbledore if you were wondering. Voldemort said he would kill me and my family if I didn’t though but I still understand why you hated me, why you still probably hate me. But you helped my mother,” now he was directing his words to Harry, “She was in distress and you helped her. And she helped you back, I assume. She was never really clear with that part. I’m still not very fond of you three, feuds are hard to break, but I can now say I don’t hate your guts and I hope you can say the same for me,” he raised his hand in salute and Harry waved back as Malfoy turned and exited. Suddenly George, who was sitting silently in the corner, said “I still have some fireworks, would you all like to use them outside? I’m good just here, but it would be nice to see you all celebrate.” Ginny burst into tears, which then led to George tearing up. The death of Fred was hard on both of them but now was the time to celebrate and Ron spoke up. “Hey, you two. I know you’re sad, so am I, so are all of us. And we don’t want to forget Fred, but we don’t want to spend every second moping over him, or any of the others lost, either. So let’s get those fireworks and we, that’s all of us, George, are going to go outside, light them up, eat good food, and celebrate our victory!” “Ron’s right,” said Lee, who was previously sitting beside George with his head down. “I loved Fred like a brother, but what would the father of pranks want us to do after defeating Voldemort, cry? No! We’re Gryffindors! We can go through anything! And today, we are celebrating until we can’t keep our eyes open anymore, an I right?” The Gryffindors cheered to that, even Ginny and George. Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny and smiled down at her, pleased to get a smile in return. Lee punched George’s arm, getting a little smile from George. Though the smile was fake, it was progress. Outside, near the lake, fireworks were popping. They were turning into dragons, house symbols, one even turned into Harry’s face. The noise arose other people from all the houses and then out came Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs. Slytherins were, unsurprisingly, no where to be seen but no one said anything on it. Dennis Creevey was taking pictures of the whole celebration with his brother’s old camera, tear tracks still visible on his face. Lee and George were lighting the explosives, and the small grin on George’s face was no longer fake. Hermione used a charm to play music that reached the ears of everyone outside, Ron looking down at her fondly. Cho Chang and her fellow Ravenclaw friends were laughing and dancing. Justin Finch-Fletchley was dancing with Hannah Abbott. Seamus was teaching Dean an Irish jig. Ginny was talking with Lee and George, obviously satisfied with the distraction from her grief. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were talking, drinking firewhiskey provided by Madame Rosmerta. Hagrid congratulated the trio and gave each of them bone-crushing hugs. He then went to go flirt with Madame Rosmerta drunkenly. Harry was watching the whole fiasco from a distance, accompanied by Ron and Hermione. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Harry turned around and found Professor McGonagall, who previously seemed absent from the celebration, behind him. "Hello, Potter. I wanted to congratulate you as I'm sure many others have done before me. You are an inspiration to many other young wizards and witches. You were extraordinary last night and I wanted to let you know that it is an honor to be able to say that I taught you." "Professor, I must say that it was an honor to be your student. Future classes will be lucky to have you as their headmistress." "Oh, Potter," said McGonagall feverishly, "thank you dearly, boy. I do hope that in the future I may have more Potters?" Harry blushed but nodded in acknowledgment and thought he saw the professor wipe away a tear when he turned around. "You know, I may be related to those future Potters," said Ron teasingly. Harry nudged him and Hermione laughed. After an hour more or so of laughter, dancing, and really good food from the house elves, the fun was broken by someone who everyone dreaded to see. "HARRY POTTER!" screeched Madame Pomfrey, "I DON'T CARE IF YOU SAVED THE WHOLE BLOODY WIZARDING WORLD, YOU DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE! YOU ARE A MEDICAL MIRACLE AND YOU WILL COME WITH ME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL FORCE YOU TO IN FRONT OF ALM YOUR FRIENDS AND TRUST ME, BOY, IT WON'T BE PRETTY!" The students, who all stopped dancing and celebrating to listen to Harry's scolding, were all trying hard to suppress chuckles as Harry walked with Madame Pomfrey away to the Hospital Wing. "Oh, wipe that grin off your face," snarled the nurse but after the day he had, it was practically impossible for Harry to.
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