His leg kept throbbing in pain, but he pushed through it; he grabbed at anything and everything that would make his journey to the castle easier. He found himself back to where the battle had started, the grounds now full of bodies from both sides and with rubble laying around everywhere. His broken leg gave out on him, and Harry fell to the ground with a thud and a scream, tightening the grip on his new wand. He felt so tired, but summoning a Patronus to send a message would—