The sun was setting over Hogwarts and dusk started to settle in. One by one, the stars began to appear in the sky, just as they had done every night since the beginning of time. The crickets were chirping and fireflies were floating about, their abdomens blinking as they glided through the hot summer's air. The moon and stars illuminated what was left of the school. No amount of magic could heal these wounds.

Harry and Ginny were still right underneath the beech tree, gazing up at Hogwarts. Most of the day had been spent in silence. What could they possibly say? So they sat, staring at the school that had changed their lives forever.

Two figures suddenly came into view from the darkness that now engulfed them: Ron and Hermoine. Even from a distance, Harry could tell that they were tightly grasping each other's hands. He glanced over at Ginny and noticed a grin creeping up on her face. They knew that it would happen someday: Ron and Hermione would find each other. Without a word, the two walked over and sat beside them.

"Hey, Harry?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Yeah, Ron?" Harry was almost surprised by the sound of his voice, as if he had not heard it in a long time.

"I think we'll be okay," Ron replied, "even if we can't bring everything back to the way it used to be; we're going to be okay." His grip on Hermoine's hand tightened.

"Some things can't be healed with time, Ron." Ginny said solemnly, echoing Harry's own words from a few hours ago.

"I know," Ron responded, "But we should at least try, right?" He glanced around from Ginny to Hermione and then Harry. His words helped restore some of the little amount hope Harry had left. They were silent again.

"Hey," Harry said softly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Through all of the loss, some things still remained. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all here. They had fought for the freedom of the wizarding world and had won. The war was over and they had won.

"We should go back inside," Hermione said, while slipping what looked like the stem of a plant in her robes.

"What was that?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, that? It's only …a weed." She answered and smiled at Ron.

They all stood and walked back toward the castle. Hogwarts had seen devastation beyond repair. But they had survived. It would never go back to the way it used to be, but they still had shards of hope in their hands.