It was done. Voldemort was dead.

Harry dropped his wand to his side, then glanced around breathlessly, meeting a few people’s eyes as he searched the crowd. Every one was hugging—some crying, some laughing, some too in shock to make any noise at all. Finally, he half-stumbled forward when he caught sight of Ron and Hermione, embracing as Hermione’s shoulders shook with sobs. But where was his girlfriend?

“Where is she?” Harry rasped, his heart sinking. “Ron?”