Harry opened his eyes slowly. He was not, nor had he ever been, a morning person. Harry felt disoriented. He had no idea where he was. It was a bed, that much he knew. As Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes, everything hit him at once. He realized he was in his dormitory at Hogwarts. The events of the previous night came back to him.

Voldemort was dead. That was good, the still sleep-ridden Harry told himself. Then why did he feel so horrible? Lupin. Fred. Their bodies, among others, cold and lifeless. Harry felt tears coming to his eyes. He hadn't wanted them to die. He hadn't wanted any of them to die except Voldemort. Not even the other Death-Eaters. Punish them, sure. Lock them up forever, yes. But death, death was final.

Unless, Harry reminded himself, you were Harry. He had survived the killing curse twice. Harry smiled slightly. Now that Voldemort was gone, Harry would be able to die. For some reason that actually made him glad. He supposed it was the fact that everything was normal.

Then it hit him again. Quite the emotional roller-coaster that morning, not just for Harry, but for the entire wizarding world. Anyway, Harry knew everything was not normal, with so many gone. It would be a day of grieving. Harry would grieve too, of course. He wished it could have ended without so much killing. How many people were murderers now? And out of those how many had escaped? Harry's desire to become an Auror hit him suddenly with strong force.

Before Harry could contemplate what to do next the dormitory door opened.

"Hello, Harry." began a familiar voice. Harry couldn't quite place it, so he looked around. Luna, of course. Harry hadn't recognized her because the ever present cheerfulness was gone from her voice. Luna set something on Harry's lap. "I brought you breakfast."

Harry put his glasses on and Luna's face swam into focus. She was smiling, but it was a bit of a sad smile. Harry was suddenly immensely grateful to her. She had done so much for him, and bringing him breakfast was the very least of it. "Luna, I… I can't…. thank you." Stuttered Harry. "You didn't have to do that. You could be with…" Harry trailed off.

Luna, the ever honest, knew where Harry was going. "My father is still in Azkaban unfortunately. They aren't releasing anyone until they can figure out what really happened."

A thought struck Harry. "They?"

"Kingsley Shacklebolt has been made temporary Minister of Magic." replied Luna. "Anyway, since I couldn't be with my family, I thought I would make myself useful. You can't be with your family either, which is very sad, so I thought we'd have something in common."

"I suppose so Luna." Harry paused. "I really would like to be with my family right now."

"If I was you," said Luna "I would think of the one person I wanted to be with most, and then I would find them, no matter what it takes. I have to go now, there is a lot of work to be done."

"Right." agreed Harry as Luna left the dormitory. He was agreeing more to her suggestion than to her last comment. Harry decided to find Ron and Hermione immediately after he ate. But while Harry scarfed down his toast there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and her image came to him. Harry smiled a little. He had his whole future ahead of him, and nothing to lose.