“Mum, I’m an Auror. I helped arrest his father.” “Draco is not a Death Eater.” Tonks only just managed to bite back her response to that, but she could see that her mother knew that she wanted to say “Not yet.” “Nymphadora, either I was going to take him in, or Bellatrix would.”
This is the final battle as seen by fourteen different people, because Harry didn't know the half of it. *Contains no DH spoilers, unless I happened to guess right on something.*
"The war, the prophecy, everything, it was bigger than me, but maybe it wasn’t bigger than the three of us,” Harry said slowly, so quiet he could hardly hear himself.
They settled back into their old roles with an eerie ease, talking and pacing and arguing and assuring like the war still wasn’t over, for maybe it wasn’t, maybe they had been foolish to think that the war would end with Voldemort.
Three months after the fall of Voldemort, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are finally beginning to hope that they might be free of the war that has run their lives. However, Ministry negligence leads to another mass breakout from Azkaban and, with the Order and the Aurors decimated by the final battle, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the only ones left to fight. They hope to keep history from repeating itself, but it seems that history is not finished with them yet.
Dudley taught me to run. Run like the angel of hell is behind me, because at five I thought it was and at seventeen it might have been and now...maybe I never learned to stand still.
At the end of it all, Dumbledore picks up his viola.
After weeks of grueling work and tireless practice, Ron finally managed to make a patronus. Now his only problem is making sure no one finds out about it.