From the Desk of Harry Potter, Head Auror
Ministry of Magic
In the immediate moment, all I felt was . . . exhaustion. Absolute exhaustion. I suppose there was a sense of relief, but it wasn’t that jubilant relief one feels when finishing a task that needs doing. It was more the relief that the secrets, the quests, the deaths . . . all of those concerns would no longer be weighing upon me. Well, at least the former two. There was still much grieving ahead at the time.
I also had an intense need to talk to my two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who had been by my side at Hogwarts for all six years that I attended, and without whose help I never would have defeated Voldemort. I think after all that we’d been through together, I felt they were ready to hear everything. And that I was ready to tell it to those who I knew would listen. Truly listen.
I was also hungry. For a sandwich, specifically (funny, the things we remember). Thirsty, too; my rather long discourse with Voldemort left me feeling as if someone had cast a Tongue-Tying Spell on me. But I suppose that’s of no interest to anyone.
Forgive my morbid, anticlimactic answer to this query. As you can imagine, the Battle of Hogwarts is not something I often care to discuss at length with the public, despite the distance time has given me from it.
But, if we’re looking for a silver lining, I can certainly say that I am very happy now.
All is well,