There was a litany, indeed a parade of speakers. McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt each said a few words. Standing in the assembled crowd, Harry worked hard to remain inconspicuous – just a face no different than anybody else's. A face who had answered the call to stand and fight. He did his best to listen to the speeches, even as he couldn't help but let his mind wander over just what he had been doing this time a year ago.