But, "I hope so," was all he said in the end, quiet and pathetic. The Boy Who Lived, the figurehead of the war, the banner they all rallied behind. And all he could summon was a weary sentiment of cliché hope, with no meaning behind it. It was obvious that he didn't even believe it himself; Harry had never been a good liar. There was none of his trademark stubborn determination left in him right now – he was worn down by the endless fighting, and lack of progress. The stagnation took its toll on everyone, no matter how much they tried to stay positive.