It had been eight hours since a war had climaxed amongst the Wizarding world. Eight hours, in which the reality of the previous night began to sink in to the hearts of those present. Eight hours since Ron Weasley had seen his eldest brother carry their mother's grieving body in his arms over the threshold of their family home. Eight hours since George Weasley's cry of devastation echoed through the grounds of Hogwarts, a stomach-sickening sound to those who heard it.
And that morning, as the sun rises on a new day, the Boy Who Lived, now seen as the Man Who Lives On, wearily lowers himself down onto a cold kitchen floor and weeps; for those he has lost, and for a future he never allowed himself to believe he would reach. He recalls that night, the wreckage and the victory; the night that Hogwarts stood still.