Disclaimer: It is FANfiction. As in, written by fans?

AN: This is another response to vicky199416's Happiest moment challenge.

There are bodies lying all around me. Friends, acquaintances and even rivals and enemies lie all around me, broken and dead.

It seems like forever since I was standing in the Great Hall, given the choice of joining the fight for Hogwarts or being allowed to leave with the others. It's hard to believe that it took place less than twenty-four hours ago. Twenty-four hours ago these people were alive, joking, laughing and filled with optimism that the dark times were over. Harry Potter had returned and the year of hell was over. All the training, all of the waiting was over and although there was an air of fear, there was also hope.

To be honest, I didn't believe that we could win. Delay them for a while, long enough for Harry to do what he needed to do, but win? I'm not in Ravenclaw for nothing. We were outnumbered, with vast numbers of highly experienced enemy fighters against us. And that wasn't including the fact that the most widely feared Dark Wizard in recent British history was leading the enemy. I actually prepared my will and wrote a letter to my family. I wanted them to know that I wasn't dying a coward or for some useless stand, but for a better world.

The battle was chaotic, spells flying left right and centre. Ducking and dodging, it took all of my skill to fight. Adrenalin rushed through my veins and I didn't stop to think, I simply acted. And then it was over. Against all the odds, an impossible ending. We had actually won.

I think I must have burnt myself out of every single possible emotion. I'm surprised that I'm still standing actually. But I can't rest, not yet. I have to know what happened to them, what happened to my twin sister Parvati and the man that I love, Terry Boot. ()

I walk past the body of Lisa Turpin, my on/off rival for most of my Hogwarts career. Hard to believe that I was arguing with her only two days ago over what seems like such a petty thing now. I can't even remember what it was about now. I should feel something, but I'm simply too drained for it to sink in. I imagine it will hit me later. Really, really hard later. But for now, I am simply numb.

If it was someone else feeling like this, I'd find it interesting. But it's not and I still have to find them.

I wonder into the Great Hall and I see Lavender Brown laying on the ground, her face a scarred mess. She's still alive though and she lets out a slight moan of pain. And kneeling beside her is a familiar flow of dark hair and dark skin that is identical to me in every way. Sitting nearby is another familiar face, a young man I know very well.

"Parvati? Terry?" I ask, not daring to believe that the two of them have survived. Parvati and Terry both look up at me and I can see the bruises and cuts on their body.

"Padma?" Terry asks in disbelief as he steps forward. There is a moment of silence and suddenly all three of us are hugging so tightly and crying and laughing and oh-so-very happy now that it almost kills me. Without a doubt, this is definitely my happiest moment.