So Harry kept his eyes staring straight ahead, walking down the corridor with the purpose of a man ready to die. In one hand, his wand was held limply. Once Draco Malfoy’s wand, it was now his. Malfoy was out there, along with the rest of his family and the Death Eaters who were now probably wreaking havoc across the rest of magical Britain. In Harry’s other hand, the sword he’d picked up after Fred had died. Half of the blade had been snapped off when Harry had used it to kill one of the giants, the same one that had snapped Grawp’s neck.