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"It's over" the thought ran through Fred's head as he blinked from shock. "It's really over" he scanned the field littered with bodies, Death Eaters, Aurors, and friends lay scattered some groaning with pain, others motionless, limp and dead. He spied a lean brown body begin to move, covered in blood not her own. "Angelina!" he cried launching himself towards her battered form gasping back sobs as tears of joy flooded down his cheeks.

Ron stared at himself in shock. Dried blood coated his face and the sleeve of his robe. Red drops darkened the shock of hair on his head. His blue eyes were rimmed underlined with purple shadows. "Ron," came a voice from behind. He turned wand at ready and was attacked by Hermione. Her arms circled his neck pulling her up upon him. "I love you," he whispered capturing her lips. She kissed him back hungrily and they toppled to the ground arms around each other.

"Don't leave me, Remus don't leave!" the woman cried, cradling the man's head in her lap. "Dora," he smiled up at her weakly. "I'm not going anywhere." She smiled back at him, concentrating for a second and changing her hair the bubblegum pink she knew he loved. "I love you," she whispered and kissed him softly, "let's find Harry."

Harry stood above the lifeless body of Voldemort. The sword of Godric Gryffindor clutched in his hand and coated with blood. He stood shaking, hardly believing that his destiny was completed. No longer was he the number one on a hit list, no longer was The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had become The-Man-Who-Survived. His body collapsed in a fit of sobs. He shook crying sobbing, his tears not washing away the blood he saw staining his hands.

A small body crept up the hill, picking her way carefully around bodies of Aurors and being careful to tread on Death Eaters, going so far as to stomp on Theodore Nott's lifeless face and hexing him for good measure. She arrived at the top and saw a head of black hair. The eyes she knew to be green were closed and the man was curled in the fetal position. She pulled his face up to rest in the crook of her shoulder where she began to quiet his sobs.

She lay, exhausted, on her hospital bed, an other red headed woman fussing over her. "Ginny darling, are you sure you are alright? I don't want you taxing yourself so soon after…" she could not bring herself to say it. It was difficult to voice the fact that it was really over.

"I'm fine mum, really, go fuss over Fleur, she's the one who's pregnant after all." Ginny sat up and began to dress in the jumper her mum had brought. She wanted to get out of the hospital and back to the burrow as quickly as possible. "I just want to go home and back to Hogwarts next year to finish my NEWTs" she said as she pulled on the tight fitting jeans.

Ron had left yesterday to go look at flats for himself and Harry. Hermione had also left yesterday and was spending time with her parents. Charlie was recovering from two broken ribs and Bill was allowed to leave in the afternoon after Fleur's checkup. Fred and George were up and running the joke shop again and Angelina was helping out for a while until George's hand fully healed. Harry, while physically in great shape, was, as the healers put it, emotionally unstable and was staying for a few more days. He had to come see a healer daily for at least the next year.

Ginny laced up her trainers and tried not to think about Harry. She was still sore at him for breaking up with her almost a year ago. What they had had been great, he finally had seen her as Ginny and not as Ron's little sister but he insisted it was too dangerous. "Damn you Harry" she thought. "we have the whole rest of our lives now and you were willing to just throw everything away to defeat Voldemort. Where do we go from here?"

Harry had pined long enough. He wanted to go somewhere and get a job. But what job would give their new employee two and a half hours leave everyday to visit a shrink? Quiddich might, but what about away games. He had to come to St. Mungo's EVERYDAY until they said he could stop.

Fury raged inside of him, so great was his frustration that it would never be over. Maybe they wanted him to come so in adds they could use him as a poster boy or something. "The newest Harry Potter scandal" he thought bitterly. "I'll find a way out of this" he whispered barely loud enough for any one to hear him. Harry Potter would find a way to make his life less miserable. That was for sure.

A/N well that is chapter one for you all. I could not include a final battle scene but wanted to let you know that all the Weasley's were alright. I just can't stand to kill any of them off so this will be a lucky accident. More about the year before the final battle will be explained. In the meantime click the little blue button and leave me a note. All sorts of reviews are welcome.