On the way back to Gryffindor tower, Harry's mind started drifting back to the final battle the old coot practically orchestrated.
Flash back!
Harry awoke after the killing curse had hit him. He was in Hagrid's arms. The gentle half Giant was in tears. Voldemort was smiling as he was addressing what was left of the Hogwarts defenders and his Death Eaters.
He was gleeful that Harry was dead. Neville stood up him, all were watching the show. Harry suddenly shot out of Hagrid's arms.
"Not dead yet ass hole!" Harry screamed.
The curses flew and the battle was on again. Neville charged a group of death eaters Killing the Les Strange brothers and eighteen more. His wand was a blur of light. When six of them cut him down. Hermione was fighting Bellatrix They each threw a cutting curse at them moment beheading each other. The battle was then lost to Harry as he battled the Dark Lord. It ended when Voldemort threw a killing curse, it missed Harry as he spun sending a flame cutting curse at Tom Riddle, It cut him in half from his left hip up to his right rib cage and took out his wand arm. The dark Lord looked around him. The last two alive, Harry and himself. The Dark Lord laughed with blood pour out his mouth. "I still win, you've lost everything Harry Potter." The Dark Lords eyes rolled back and he died for the final time.
Harry surveyed his surroundings Every one was dead, every person in his life every one he cared about, the castle was a total loss. Harry Fell to his knees and wept.
End Flash back!
Harry was sitting in the hallway in tears as the memory over took him. Kreacher came, popped him home to Grimauld place, and cared for him. Until the next morning when he popped him into his four-poster in the Gryffindor tower.
The Headmasters office
Harry had just walked out on him; the vitriol in his voice was not what he had expected. The boy had complete memories and he had natural Occlumency shields, the strongest the old man had ever seen. The power rolling off Harry was unbelievable It was stronger than anything the headmaster had ever experienced. He dropped his head in his hands, if Harry went dark the blame could be laid squarely at his feet.
Breakfast
Harry, Hermione and Neville entered the Great Hall that morning looking forward to classes. Kreacher's ministrations the night before had helped Harry immensely. Hermione was having trouble with the practical side of Transfiguration, her theoretical work, as always was top rate. They had a free period that morning and decided to work together on it. The problem turned out to be Hermione's imagination, she was not seeing what she wanted her magic to do and was depending solely on the incantation. Once Harry got her really seeing what she wanted her magic to do it became easy.
Harry was really enjoying being back with Hermione, The two always had a good relationship. At least she would not be nearly killed by a troll this time. He remembered the nightmares she had after ward. Harry would watch over he carefully until he could stop all the people who wanted to do harm this fantastic girl harmed along with the rest of the muggleborns.