Staggering through the Entrance Hall before eventually stumbling out into the courtyard, Harry gulped in his first breath of clean, fresh air. Bits of blasted stone in rubble, many of them now coated in a thin layer of flakes from what had once held together Voldemort's body, lay scattered about. His hazel eyes took in the sight of a severed snake head, lying yards from its body and he turned his face away, holding back from retching at Nagini's corpse.