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A New Beginning

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It was over.

Those three words kept playing over and over in his head as Harry stood in the middle of the Great Hall. The rubble around them. The dust settling, thick in the air. Blood and bodies, both alive and dead scattered the castle and grounds.

It was over.

Harry blinked as he looked around him. The Weasley's were all huddled together, crying and hugging. Fred in the center as they breathed sighs of relief to find he had survived.

It was over.

Aurors had descended and taken away the surviving Death Eaters. Had removed Voldemort's body. All that were left were the survivors for the light. And their dead.

It was over.

Voldemort had finally fallen. There had been a lull in noise as everyone around had taken in the sight. Voldemort as dead. Harry had defeated him. They had won.

It was over.

Harry was swarmed by people cheering. Hugs and kisses all around him but he was numb to it all. What felt like hours condensed into minutes everyone had moved away to give him space. Ron and Hermione lingered but were soon swept into the Weasley celebration when Fred had woken.

It was over.

Not all had survived. Remus. Tonks. Colin. Others Harry didn't know. Students that were much too young to be fighting. Children had lost their parents. Parents had lost their children. Friends, family, lovers.

It was over.

Harry's eyes blurred as the tears came. He was numb from the pain. He had watched his lover die in his arms just hours before. His body most likely still in the shrieking shack. Harry knew he needed to go get him but his feet wouldn't move. His heart hurt too much.

It was over.

Harry blinked as the blond haired enemy-turned-friend walked up to him from nowhere. He had lost track of Draco after the teen had refused to join his parents at Voldemort's side in the courtyard earlier that morning. He was glad to find the blond had survived.

It was over.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, gently. Harry felt his breath race across his cheek as Draco leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "He's alive."

It was over.

Harry jerked back, wide eyed, and stared. Draco took his arm and tugged, beckoning Harry to follow. His feet finally able to move as they slowly made their way through rubble, blood, and bodies.

It was over.

Harry didn't see anything as he allowed Draco to take him up the grand staircase, up more unmoving stairs to the fourth floor. Down the corridor to the open door of the Infirmary. They stopped just inside.

It was over.

Every bed was occupied by the injured. Madam Pomfrey fluttered between beds. Cho Chang assisted the Medi-Witch. Draco tugged on his sleeve and Harry found himself moving slowly through the room towards the back where private rooms stood.

It was over.

Madam Pomfrey stopped them and looked at Harry with a sad smile. "He's weak but going to survive. The anti-venom did it's job. Draco brought him to me hours ago and I healed him the best I could, but there will always be scars."

It was over.

Harry nodded before continuing to follow Draco to the final private room. The door was closed and his breath hitched as his brain finally caught up with him.

It was over.

Severus was alive. Harry held his breath as Draco pushed the door open and stepped to the side. The room was stark white in contrast to the man laying in the bed. His black hair a halo across the pillow.

It was over.

Harry took a step into the room, his wide eyes never wavering from the body in the bed. The body that was alive. Severus was alive.

It was over.

Obsidian eyes blinked open as he stepped up to the bed and he broke. Letting out a strangled sob Harry threw himself onto the bed and curled up at Severus' side. The Potions Master wrapped his arms around the teen and hugged him tightly too him as Harry's body rocked with sobs.

It was over.

He cried himself to sleep as Severus held him. Draco retreated, closing the door behind him so they could have their privacy. The Potions Master kissed the top of his lover's head and settled down to wait, exhaustion winning and lulling him back into slumber.

It was over.