Harry walks around the empty courtyard, seeing the occasional dead body and flinching. The war was rough, sure, but he made it out alive and that's what mattered. Voldemort was gone for good, and now the unwilling deatheaters could be free, and the willing one's would go to Azkaban. He stops at the base of the astronomy tower, and decides to walk up it. The further up he got, the louder the sound of sobbing became. He started to get worried about whoever was ip there, and when he made it there, he found none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy standing at the edge of the tower. "Malfoy.. What're you doing..?" He says, his voice with a hint of strange worry.