The world around him moved quickly. There was cries of joy, the Dark Lord was dead, gone forever. There was cries of pain. A brother or sister dead, gone forever. Ant yet, all he could do was stand still an let the world go by him. His mission was done, now what?

He had some how ended up in the infirmary. Why? He didn't know. Nothing hurt. All was numb. He could faintly hear someone call his name, but he couldn't understand who it was and what they wanted. 

Hands grasped his. Hands touched his forehead and stroked his hair. Someone was begging. What for he couldn't grasp. He had done his deed. He didn't want to fight anymore.

It was a week later he started to respond. "The Dark Lord is gone" He whispered and a hand squeezed his own. It was another week before he looked around and actually looked. He looked at Severus and whispered. "Dad, I want to go home"