As Harry left the headmaster’s officethe adrenaline he had been running onduring the past 48 hours diminished,and he realized how tired he was. Histhoughts wandered to the events of thepast hours: Gringotts, the dragon,Hogwarts, the battle, Lupin, Tonks,Fred. Suddenly Harry stopped. He turnedto face Ron, “Ron, I-” he started.“Harry, I know – it’s not your fault,”Ron cut him off, knowing his friendwell enough, “It’s how he would havewanted to go.” Ron’s eyes glazed overbut continued, “We all knew going inthat there was a chance we wouldn’t allmake it out.”Unconvinced but realizing an argumentin his tired state was futile he turnedand continued. In silent agreement thetrio avoided the Great Hall, makingtheir way up to the Gryffindor commonroom. Along the way they were met withreminders of the battle – a crumbledwall here, a destroyed classroom there.Splintered wood and rubble littered thepath. Exhaustion leading the way, Harrycould barely comprehend the horror forwhat it was.