The emotions that were shown that day weren't the emotions that should've been shown; the war was finally over. However, the emotions matched the sadness for the ones that had been lost during the battle. So many had been lost on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts; Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevey, Severus Snape, and Lord Voldemort (along with fifty others). It was hard to believe that almost everyone that they knew was gone. Harry Potter had not left the Common Room for twenty-four hours, he was too afraid to see the looks on the people's faces that were currently sitting and mourning in the Great Hall. He knew he needed to be brave, he knew he had to. He didn't understand why he could face the darkest wizard of all time, but not face his friends. It didn't make any sense to him. He strongly considered getting out of bed, but decided again that he had all the time in the world. He plopped his head back onto the pillow and let out a sigh. So many things were running through his head at that moment, but only one kept coming back; Ginny. He needed her, he wanted her, he loved her. He needed her to come back to him, but he knew that she probably wouldn't take him back after all that he put her through, but he had to try. He tried thinking of many ways to get her back, but Ginny wasn't just some simple girl, she was different. She didn't have to be someone she wasn't or have to slip him a love potion to get him to like her, she just simply had to be herself. That was the girl that he fell in love with.

He finally decided that it was time for him to get out of bed. He called for Kreacher and asked for his clothes and for some breakfast. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked horrible. He had cuts and bruises all over himself and he looked older, he looked much older than someone who was the age of seventeen. He looked tired and rugged, he looked depressed. Again, he needed Ginny. He turned the mirror around. He didn't want to see what he looked like now. He opened his door and took a deep breath. He stepped out of the doorway and walked down the stairs. He walked into the Common Room and saw Ron and Hermione talking to Dean Thomas. They seemed to be laughing, something that had been hard for him to do since the Bill and Fleur's wedding at the Burrow almost a year ago. "Harry! C'mon down here!" Harry walked down to the two big red chairs that he had always loved. He sat down on the carpet next to the unlit fire.

"Okay, Harry, I've got a joke for you! You ready?" Dean asked with a big smile on his face.

"Uh sure Dean, go ahead." Harry said with a dry yet hopeful voice. He desperately needed something to cheer him up.

"Okay, so Padma Patil went to Madam Pomfrey with uncontrollable hiccups to see if she could do something to stop them. Madam Pomfrey examined her all over and then pronounced gravely, 'I got news for you, Miss Patil. You''re pregnant.' At that news Padma fainted on the spot, and when she finally came round a few minutes later she asked 'Oh, dear - am i really pregnant?' - 'Of course not!' she said 'But it has cured your hiccups, hasn't it?" Dean roared with laughter and clutched his side. Ron and Hermione laughed, but Harry just sat there. "Ya get it mate? 'Cus you can stop hiccups by scaring the person. Ha ha ha!"

"Er, yeah mate. That's funny. Sorry mate, I'm just not in the mood I guess. I have to go find someone. I'll talk to you later." Harry said getting up and walking to the Common Room portal. He looked back at the three and saw that they were staying at him. He turned back to the portal and walked out. As he was leaving, he heard Hermione say something, but all he could make out of it was the name, Ginny.

Harry walked down the grand stairs and looked around. It was messy and it smelled of blood. He saw all the people crying over the ones that they had lost and it hurt him, he felt the guilt. He wished that the survivors, his friends, his 'family' didn't have to suffer or cry, he wished that they could smile and laugh. He wished that he could smile and laugh, but he didn't know how long it would take for him to laugh or smile, but he hoped that it would be soon. He hated the feeling of depression, but it kept over-whelming him; it seems fit though. He thought he would've been happier after killing the darkest wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort, but it wasn't. He pushed open what was left of the main doors to Hogwarts and walked outside. The sky was bright and shiny, with no clouds. He thought it was beautiful. He looked around and finally chose a direction to go. He walked towards the Black Lake, it was horrible. There were twigs all over it and it looked like blood had mixed in with the water. It made him sick to his stomach. He walked by were the Womping Willow was and stared at the path before him. It looked at the Forbidden Forest. He never again wanted to set foot in there. He knew that the events that had taken place in the forest the night before would haunt him for the rest of his life. He turned away from the forest and began walking in a new direction. He searched high and low, all over the grounds until it finally hit him, the Quidditch Pitch. He looked towards the pitch; Ginny was flying through the air.