Harry... Harry would understand. He would, wouldn't he? She wasn't sure. She remembered his irrational obstinance in the face of Ginny's death, remembered how oblivious he was to Draco's choice to follow him to hell, remembered how stubbornly he clung to the Light. Remembered his fury as they knelt before Ron's makeshift headstone. Remembered how cold it got, how tired they both were, how food was scarce. Remembered the shock in his eyes as the Avada Kedavra hit him. Remembered his belief that everything would work out, that despite everything they would come out victorious. They were the heroes, after all.