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e　wand　from　its　last　master's　tomb！　I　removed　it　against　the　last　master's　wishes！　Its　power　is　mine！〃
〃You　still　don't　get　it；　Riddle；　do　you？　Possessing　the　wand　isn't　enough！　Holding　it；　using　it；　doesn't　make　it　really　yours。　Didn't　you　listen　to　Ollivander？　iThe　wand　chooses　the　wizardi　。　。　。　The　Elder　Wand　recognized　a　new　master　before　Dumbledore　died；　someone　who　never　even　laid　a　hand　on　it。　The　new　master　removed　the　wand　from　Dumbledore　against　his　will；　never　realizing　exactly　what　he　had　done；　or　that　the　world's　most　dangerous　wand　had　given　him　its　allegiance　。　。　。〃
Voldemort's　chest　rose　and　fell　rapidly；　and　Harry　could　feel　the　curse　coming；　feel　it　building　inside　the　wand　pointed　at　his　face。
〃The　true　master　of　the　Elder　Wand　was　Draco　Malfoy。〃
Blank　shock　showed　in　Voldemort's　face　for　a　moment；　but　then　it　was　gone。
〃But　what　does　it　matter？〃　he　said　softly。　〃Even　if　you　are　right；　Potter；　it　makes　no　difference　to　you　and　me。　You　no　longer　have　the　phoenix　wand：　We　duel　on　skill　alone　。　。　。　and　after　I　have　killed　you；　I　can　attend　to　Draco　Malfoy　。　。　。〃
〃But　you're　too　late；〃　said　Harry。　〃You've　missed　your　chance。　I　got　there　first。　I　overpowered　Draco　weeks　ago。　I　took　his　wand　from　him。〃
Harry　twitched　the　hawthorn　wand；　and　he　felt　the　eyes　of　everyone　in　the　Hall　upon　it。
〃So　it　all　comes　down　to　this；　doesn't　it？〃　whispered　Harry。　〃Does　the　wand　in　your　hand　know　its　last　master　was　Disarmed？　Because　if　it　does　。　。　。　I　am　the　true　master　of　the　Elder　Wand。〃
A　red…glow　burst　suddenly　across　the　enchanted　sky　above　them　as　an　edge　of　dazzling　sun　appeared　over　the　sill　of　the　nearest　window。　The　light　hit　both　of　their　faces
at　the　same　time；　so　that　Voldemort's　was　suddenly　a　flaming　blur。　Harry　heard　the　high　voice　shriek　as　he　too　yelled　his　best　hope　to　the　heavens；　pointing　Draco's　wand：
〃iAvada　Kedavra！i〃
〃iExpelliarmus！i〃
The　bang　was　like　a　cannon　blast；　and　the　golden　flames　that　erupted　between　them；　at　the　dead　center　of　the　circle　they　had　been　treading；　marked　the　point　where　the　spells　collided。　Harry　saw　Voldemort's　green　jet　meet　his　own　spell；　saw　the　Elder　Wand　fly　high；　dark　against　the　sunrise；　spinning　across　the　enchanted　ceiling　like　the　head　of　Nagini；　spinning　through　the　air　toward　the　master　it　would　not　kill；　who　had　come　to　take　full　possession　of　it　at　last。　And　Harry；　with　the　unerring　skill　of　the　Seeker；　caught　the　wand　in　his　free　hand　as　Voldemort　fell　backward；　arms　splayed；　the　slit　pupils　of　the　scarlet　eyes　rolling　upward。　Tom　Riddle　hit　the　floor　with　a　mundane　finality；　his　body　feeble　and　shrunken；　the　white　hands　empty；　the　snakelike　face　vacant　and　unknowing。　Voldemort　was　dead；　killed　by　his　own　rebounding　curse；　and　Harry　stood　with　two　wands　in　his　hand；　staring　down　at　his　enemy's　shell。
One　shivering　second　of　silence；　the　shock　of　the　moment　suspended：　and　then　the　tumult　broke　around　Harry　as　the　screams　and　the　cheers　and　the　roars　of　the　watchers　rent　the　air。　The　fierce　new　sun　dazzled　the　windows　as　they　thundered　toward　him；　and　the　first　to　reach　him　were　Ron　and　Hermione；　and　it　was　their　arms　that　were　wrapped　around　him；　their　incomprehensible　shouts　that　deafened　him。　The　Ginny；　Neville；　and　Luna　were　there；　and　then　all　the　Weasleys　and　Hagrid；　and　Kingsley　and　McGonagall　and　Flitwick　and　Sprout；　and　Harry　could　not　hear　a　word　that　anyone　was　shouting；　not　tell　whose　hands　were　seizing　him；　pulling　him；　trying　to　hug　some　part　of　him；　hundreds　of　them　pressing　in；　all　of　them　determined　to　touch　the　Boy　Who　Lived；　the　reason　it　was　over　at　last　a150a150
The　sun　rose　steadily　over　Hogwarts；　and　the　Great　Hall　blazed　with　life　and　light。　Harry　was　an　indispensible　part　of　the　mingled　outpourings　of　jubilation　and　mourning；　of　grief　and　celebration。　They　wanted　him　there　with　them；　their　leader　and　symbol；　their　savior　and　their　guide；　and　that　he　had　not　slept；　that　he　craved　the　company　of　only　a　few　of　them；　seemed　to　occur　to　no　one。　He　must　speak　to　the　bereaved；　clasp　their　hands；　witness　their　tears；　receive　their　thanks；　hear　the　news　now　creeping　in　from　every　quarter　as　the　morning　drew　on；　that　the　Imperiused　up　and　down　the　country　had　come　back　to　themselves；　that　Death　Eaters　were　fleeing　or　else　being　captured；　that　the　innocent　of　Azkaban　were　being　released　at　that　very　moment；　and　that　Kingsley　Shacklebolt　had　been　named　temporary　Minister　of　Magic。
They　moved　Voldemort's　body　and　laid　it　in　a　chamber　off　the　Hall；　away　form　the　bodies　of　Fred；　Tonks；　Lupin；　Colin　Creevey；　and　fifty　others　who　had　died　fighting　him。　McGonagall　had　replaced　the　House　tables；　not　nobody　was　sitting　according　to　House　anymore：　All　were　jumbled　together；　teachers　and　pupils；　ghosts　and　parents；　centaurs　and　house…elves；　and　Firenze　lay　recovering　in　the　corner；　and　Grawp　peered　in　through　a　smashed　window；　and　people　were　throwing　food　into　his　laughing　mouth。　After　a　while；　exhausted　and　drained；　Harry　found　himself　sitting　on　a　bench　beside　Luna。
〃I'd　want　some　peace　and　quiet；　if　it　were　me；〃　she　said。
〃I'd　love　some；〃　he　replied。
〃I'll　distract　them　all；〃　she　said。　〃Use　your　cloak。〃
And　before　he　could　say　a　word；　she　had　cried；　〃Oooh；　look；　a　Blibbering
Humdinger！〃　and　pointed　out　the　window。　Everyone　who　heard　looked　around；　and　Harry　slid　the　Cloak　up　over　himself；　and　got　to　his　feet。
Now　he　could　move　through　the　Hall　without　interference。　He　spotted　Ginny　two　tables　away；　she　was　sitting　with　her　head　on　her　mother's　shoulder：　There　would　be　time　to　talk　later；　hours　and　days　and　maybe　years　in　which　to　talk。　He　saw　Neville；　the　sword　of　Gryffindor　lying　beside　his　plate　as　he　ate；　surrounded　by　a　knot　of　fervent　admirers。　Along　the　aisle　between　the　tables　he　walked；　and　he　spotted　the　three　Malfoys；　huddled　together　as　though　unsure　whether　or　not　they　were　supposed　to　be　there；　but　nobody　was　paying　them　any　attention。　Everywhere　he　looked；　he　saw　families　reunited；　and　finally；　he　saw　the　two　whose　company　he　craved　most。
〃It's　me；〃　he　muttered；　crouching　down　between　them。　〃Will　you　come　with　me？〃
They　stood　up　at　once；　and　together　he；　Ron　and　Hermione　left　the　Great　Hall。　Great　chunks　were　missing　from　the　marble　staircase；　part　of　the　balustrade　gone；　and　rubble　and　bloodstains　occurred　ever　few　steps　as　their　climbed。
Somewhere　in　the　distance　they　could　hear　Peeves　zooming　through　the　corridors　singing　a　victory　song　of　his　own　composition：
ciWe　did　it；　we　bashed　them；　wee　Potter's　the　one；
And　Voldy's　gone　moldy；　so　now　let's　have　fun！i
c〃Really　gives　a　feeling　for　the　scope　and　tragedy　of　the　thing；　doesn't　it？〃　said　Ron；　pushing　open　a　door　to　let　Harry　and　Hermione　through。
Happiness　would　come；　Harry　though；　but　at　the　moment　it　was　muffled　by　exhaustion；　and　the　pain　of　losing　Fred　and　Lupin　and　Tonks　pierced　him　like　a　physical　wound　every　few　steps。　Most　of　all　he　felt　the　most　stupendous　relief；　and　a　longing　to　sleep。　But　first　he　owed　an　explanation　to　Ron　and　Hermione；　who　had　stuck　with　him　for　so　long；　and　who　deserved　the　truth。　Painstakingly　he　recounted　what　he　had　seem　in　the　Pensieve　and　what　had　happened　in　the　forest；　and　they　had　not　even　begun　to　express　all　their　shock　and　amazement；　when　at　last　they　arrived　at　the　place　to　which　they　had　been　walking；　though　none　of　them　had　mentioned　their　destination。
Since　he　had　last　seen　it；　the　gargoyle　guarding　the　entrance　to　the　headmaster's　study　had　been　knocked　aside；　it　stood　lopsided；　looking　a　little　punch…drunk；　and　Harry　wondered　whether　it　would　be　able　to　distinguish　passwords　anymore。
〃Can　we　go　up？〃　he　asked　the　gargoyle。
〃Feel　free；〃　groaned　the　statue。
They　clambered　over　him　and　onto　the　spiral　stone　staircase　that　moved　slowly　upward　like　an　escalator。　Harry　pushed　open　the　door　at　the　top。
He　had　one；　brief　glimpse　of　the　stone　Pensieve　on　the　desk　where　he　had　left　it；　and　then　an　earsplitting　noise　made　him　cry　out；　thinking　of　curses　and　returning　Death　Eaters　and　the　rebirth　of　Voldemort　a150a150
But　it　was　applause。　All　around　the　walls；　the　headmasters　and　headmistresses　of　Hogwarts　were　giving　him　a　standing　ovation；　they　waved　their　hats　and　in　some　cases　their　wigs；　they　reached　through　their　frames　to　grip　each　other's　hands；　they　danced　up　and　down　on　their　chairs　in　which　they　have　been　painted：　Dilys　Derwent　sobbed　unashamedly；　Dexter　Fortescue　was　waving　his　ear…trumpet；　and　Phineas　Niggelus　called；
in　his　high；　reedy　voice；　〃And　let　it　be　noted　that　Slytherin　House　played　its　part！　Let　our　contribution　not　be　forgotten！〃
But　Harry　had　eyes　only　for　the　man　who　stood　in　the　largest　portrait　directly　behind　the　headmaster's　chair。　Tears　were　sliding　down　from　behind　the　half…moon　spectacles　into　the　long　silver　beard；　and　the　pride　and　the　gratitude　emanating　from　him　filled　Harry　wit　h　the　same　balm　as　phoenix　song。
At　last；　Harry　held　up　his　hands；　and　the　portraits　fell　respectfully　silent；　beaming　and　mopping　their　eyes　and　waiting　eagerly　for　him　to　speak。　He　directed　his　words　at　Dumbledore；　however；　and　chose　them　with　enormous　care。　Exhausted　and　bleary…eyed　though　he　was；　he　must　make　one　last　effort；　seeking　one　last　piece　of　advice。
〃The　thing　that　was　hidden　in　the　Snitch；〃　he　began；　〃I　dropped　it　in　the　forest。　I　don't　exactly　here；　but　I'm　not　going　to　go　looking　for　it　again。　Do　you　agree？〃
〃My　dear　boy；　I　do；〃　said　Dumbledore；　while　his　fellow　pictures　looked　confused　and　curious。　〃A　wise　and　courageous　decision；　but　no　less　than　I　would　have　expected　of　you。　Does　anyone　know　else　know　where　it　fell？〃
〃No　one；〃　said　Harry；　and　Dumbledore　nodded　his　satisfaction。
〃I'm　going　to　keep　Ignotus's　present；　though；〃　said　Harry；　and　Dumbledore　beamed。
〃But　of　course；　Harry；　it　is　yours　forever；　until　you　pass　it　on！〃
〃And　then　there's　this。〃
Harry　held　up　the　Elder　Wand；　and　Ron　and　Hermione　looked　at　it　with　a　reverence　that；　even　in　his　befuddled　and　sleep…deprived　state；　Harry　did　not　like　to　see。
〃I　don't　want　it。〃　said　Harry。
〃What？〃　said　Ron　loudly。　〃Are　you　mental？〃
〃I　know　it's　powerful；〃　said　Harry　wearily。　〃But　I　was　happier　with　mine。　So　。　。　。〃
He　rummaged　in　the　pouch　hung　around　his　neck；　and　pulled　out　the　two　halves　of　holly　tstill　just　connected　by　the　fine