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Chronology

2nd of May 1998 : Battle of Hogwart

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When Ron and Harry walked down the stairs the next morning, Mrs Weasley's eyes were red and puffy. Nevertheless, she was trying to act as though nothing had happened and she served them breakfast while talking just as much as usual. This forced cheerfulness was sad to see.

During the Potterwatch of the last evening, Lee had rejoiced over Voldemort's downfall and had explained the ministry's instructions. Afterwards, he had presented himself under his real name, before indicating that he had had the idea of this radio network together with the Weasley twins. To finish off, he had announced Fred's death and had held an obituary speech, then had done the same for Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin.

Harry had felt his eyes burning. He had discreetly wiped them, not daring to look at the others. He didn't want to show his emotions or to interfere in the privacy of the Weasley family, even though he shared their sadness.

"I want Lee to talk about Fred at the funeral," had whispered Mrs Weasley in tears, sobbing onto her husband's shoulder.

Mr Weasley had hugged her tight, his cheeks also soaked in tears. Harry had quietly stood up to let them cry about their son in peace. Hermione had followed him up the stairs while Ron and Ginny were getting closer to their parents.

He was still wide awake, his eyes open in the dark, when Ron had come back and entered his now ghoul-free bed. Harry had stayed quiet, doubting how good he would be at comforting Ron as well as whether the latter would accept his pity.

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Ron and Harry were finishing their breakfast when Charlie entered the kitchen.

"You're already awake?" wondered his mother. "You came back so late yesterday..."

"There's work to do at Hogwarts," answered her son laconically.

Harry remembered that the funeral tribute to the victims of the war was happening there on the same afternoon.

"Maybe I should come along to help you," said Molly.

"No, Mom, George needs you. It's for him that it'll be the hardest," insisted Charlie while watching Ron as if he wanted to indicate him that he too would have a role to play in the mental rehabilitation of his brother.

After having finished their breakfast, Ron and Harry walked into the garden in silence.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked his friend timidly.

"Yeah, I guess," answered Ron. "I don't think I quite realise everything yet," he confessed after a moment of silence. "So, how about we de-gnome this garden?"

Harry looked at him, flabbergasted.

"It would make Mom happy," explained Ron.

When the boys re-entered the house a good hour later, Ginny and Hermione were helping Mrs Weasley with household tasks. They then started preparing lunch, watched by a still apathetic George.

Arthur arrived at 11:30, accompanied by Kingsley Shacklebolt whose face was grey with exhaustion. He let himself fall on one of the kitchen chairs and Mrs Weasley quickly brought him a full plate of hot, steaming food.

"Everything going well?" she asked.

"Not as quickly as some would like it to go," grimaced the new minister.

"And it's not those who took the most risks that are protesting the most," groaned Arthur.

"It's always like that," said Molly in a calming voice. "Just do things at your speed and let the haters hate in peace."

Shacklebolt had a disillusioned smile and turned his attention to Harry.

"Are you okay, my boy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The ex-Auror didn't insist, but Harry understood that he had been hoping for a more detailed answer.

"You... you want me to tell you what I did this year while I was on the run with Ron and Hermione, right?"

"Only if you want to, Harry."

"And only around those with whom you want to share your story," added Arthur while moving slightly towards the door.

Harry looked at the people around him. Should he ask Molly, Arthur, George and Ginny to leave? None of them had ever betrayed him and they deserved to know Ron's role in the victory. He also thought that Ginny would never forgive him if he told her to leave now. He could clearly read it in the menacing look she was casting on him.

"It's fine, you can all stay."

He took his time to think about what he wanted to reveal. He decided not to omit the Horcruxes and Deathly Hallows, but preferred not to give to many specifications on their behalf. He therefore explained that Dumbledore had given him the mission to destroy a few objects having belonged to Voldemort, which would contribute in definitely destroying the Dark Wizard. He narrated how he had lived for several weeks in Grimmaurd Place with Ron and Hermione and told them about their decision to infiltrate the ministry to recuperate the locket that was currently in Umbridge's possession.

He then talked about their life as fugitives in the middle of the countryside, of their lack of clues to continue their mission. He preferred to skip Ron's temporary departure and continued straight at their visit in Godric's Hollow. He was surprised to remember very accurately his fear during the confrontation with Nagini and his despair when he contemplated the two pieces of his broken wand.

"A few days later," he continued, "Snape sent me his patronus to show me where the sword of Gryffindor was. He knew that Scrimgeour wouldn't give it to me, so he hid it in a place where I could find it. The one he had in his office was a fake," he added, provoking a disappointed exclamation from Ginny's part.

"Snape?" Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley asked at the same time.

"Yes," confirmed Harry. "I later discovered that he had stayed loyal to Dumbledore and was doing his best to continue his fight to the end."

"But he's the one who killed Professor Dumbledore," cried Molly. "You're the one who told us, Harry."

"It was planned from the start. Dumbledore was badly injured and didn't have a lot of time left to live. He asked Snape to kill him on the first occasion that would present itself. I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth."

"Okay, Harry, we trust you. Continue your story," demanded Shacklebolt.

Molly, who was about retort something, closed her mouth while her husband frowned, not especially convinced.

Harry then explained how Ron had destroyed the locket. Then he talked about Xenophilius Lovegood, the Tale of the Three Brothers in Hermione's book and explained the part of truth there was in this legend. Omitting Luna's dad's treason, he continued with their capture by Snatchers and their imprisonment in Malfoy Manor. He then narrated how Dobby had saved them, tragically dying in the process.

He continued with their collaboration with Griphook the goblin, the intrusion in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault in Gringotts and their escape on the back of the dragon. He mentioned the mental connexion that he had shared with Voldemort and explained how he had found out that the last object they were looking for was at Hogwarts.

"While people were starting to fight, we found it and destroyed it," indicated Harry.

Shacklebolt looked at him intensely, but he managed to hold back the question that he was visibly burning to ask.

"After that, I went to confront Voldemort. I didn't have a choice: that's how it had to end."

Molly shook her head as if she didn't manage to convince herself that this kind of situation could exist.

Harry then explained how he had managed to survive the Killing Curse once more, being protected by his mother's protection that was still active in Voldemort's blood.

"I pretended to be dead so that I'd have a chance to kill him later. Narcissa Malfoy had been put in charge of checking that I was really dead and she lied to protect me. Voldemort then made Hagrid carry my supposedly dead body back to Hogwarts. You know the rest, I think."

Harry stopped talking, waiting for the questions that probably would soon rain down on him.

"What I don't understand," said the minister in a doubting tone, "is how you managed to counter an Avada with an Expelliarmus."

"His wand didn't actually want to kill me. That's what permitted me to send him back his own jinx."

"And who tells us You-Know-Who isn't going to come back again?" worried Arthur.

"We destroyed all the magical objects that tied him to life and permitted him to come back the first time," assured Harry.

"I'm not quite sure I really understood this whole story with the wands. Was it really the one made by the Peverell brothers?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Yes, but You-Know-Who didn't win it in the right way, which stopped him from becoming its Master. That's what permitted me to beat him."

"And who is this wand's master, now?" asked Kingsley. "Is it really you, or did you lie to You-Know-Who?"

"Yes, it's me, but I'm not really planning on using it. I repaired mine and I'll hide the other. Like this, when I die, its power will disappear."

"I don't think it'll be this easy," objected Hermione, frowning. "But it's not the moment to talk about it, I need to do my research first," she concluded, which caused Ron to smile in a half- exasperated, half-loving way.

"If I understood you correctly, you have the Invisibility Cloak belonging to the famous Deathly Hallows," resumed Shacklebolt. "Do you have any idea where the Resurrection Stone could possibly be?"

"No, I don't know and I don't want to know," Harry stated firmly, as he didn't remember where he had let it fall in the forest.

The minister finished his plate, continuing the conversation on more neutral topics for a while, but soon left after having thanked the Boy Who Lived for his narration and Molly for her hospitality.

"It's time for us to eat as well," remarked Mrs Weasley.

Everyone's mood darkened, remembering their program for the afternoon. They ate in an almost complete silence, then went up to their rooms to change. Molly had prepared them carefully ironed black robes.

They met in the living room a few dozen minutes later. Molly was wearing a veil of black crepe to hide her red and puffy eyes. Her husband was wearing a dark hat that made him look a lot older than he was. As for George, every single part of his outfit radiated despair.

"Let's go," said Arthur simply, grabbing the pot of green Floo Powder.

The chimney of Hogsmeade Station had been selected to serve as a destination to all wizards and witches of the country coming to pay their last respects to the heroes that left their lives in the Battle of Hogwarts. Many families were walking on the road leading to the castle, all wearing black and a sombre expression. Only the quiet sound of gravel rolling under shoes and the muffled sobs of a few people interrupted the heavy silence that was lying on the alley. No one dared to raise their voice, preferring to whisper. When acquaintances met, they looked at each other in silence before hugging each other to share their pain.

They passed the gate protected by winged hogs, then approached the castle. On the bank of the lake, Harry could see a huge white cloth that was at least long of a few dozens of meters. It threw shade onto a long series of tables aligned in two rows. Harry was first reminded of the layout in the Great Hall for exams, before understanding and stopping suddenly, shocked. He heard Molly and Ginny break into tears. He would've liked to be able to do the same. Anything would be better than this oppressing weight squashing his chest and stopping him from breathing.

The tables were revealed to be altars of white marble on which rested bodies, already wrapped in burial shrouds. Harry had already seen the corpses of his friends on the evening of the battle, but being confronted with the totality of the victims in one look was upsetting. He tore himself away from the painful contemplation and walked away from the macabre view. Ron followed him, slightly green in the face.

A few metres from him, Harry saw Padma Patil with her parents. She was disfigured by a large bandage that was surrounding her head. He looked around for Parvati and found her next to Lavender whose arm was in a sling. The latter threw herself into Ron's arms, who cast a panicked look at Hermione. But she didn't make him any reproach. On the contrary, she in turn hugged Lavender, whispering her words of reassurance.

A few metres further, he saw the young Dennis Crivey, accompanied by his two parents who were wearing muggle clothes, seeming lost. He walked towards them.

"My name is Harry Potter," he introduced himself. "Your son was in my house. All my condolences."

"Harry Potter? He told us a lot about you," answered Mr Crivey. "He admired you a lot."

"Today, it's me that admires him," assured Harry.

"But how can he have died fighting?" wailed his mother. "He was only sixteen!"

"I've explained it to you, mom," whispered Dennis in a weary voice.

Harry smiled uneasily and nodded to take leave. As he was returning towards the Weasleys, he saw a woman veiled in crepe walk towards him that he couldn't have recognised if there wasn't a baby in her arms.

"Mrs Tonks!" he shouted, walking towards her.

He couldn't see her expression, but he sensed that she needed support. He carefully took Teddy from her arms. While he was still looking for something to say, Mrs Weasley rushed towards them.

"Oh, Andromeda!"

The two women fell into each other's arms, sharing their pain.

Harry walked back, kissing the baby's forehead. He juggled a little to find him a comfortable position. Finally, he pressed Teddy against him, letting the child's chin rest on his shoulder.

"That okay for you, Teddy? Is the view nice up here?" asked Harry, while Teddy was raising his head to look over his godfather's shoulder.

Teddy answered by drooling of happiness. Harry walked away from Molly and Andromeda to say hi to Luna who was walking a few metres away. But before he could reach her, he heard a voice that he had learnt to hate:

"Oh my, Harry Potter! But what do I see? What an a-do-ra-ble baby! Oh, well that answers my questions of what you were doing these last months. It seems like the great Harry Potter was rather focused on love than on war!"

"Rita Skeeter," groaned Harry.

"Mr Potter, what effect does it have on you to become a father at only seventeen? Who is the mother? Are you married to her? Oh, but I think I see her come running! This dear Miss Perfect. Or should I rather say Miss Ex-Perfect? Where did you leave your aureole, my dear?"

"That's enough," bellowed Ron who was following Hermione.

"Ooooh, please excuse me, did I see this wrong? Are you jealous, Mr Weasley? Did you fight for the eyes of your beautiful or did you nobly stand back like a gentleman?"

Ron's ears reddened, but it was Harry who reacted first. With his free hand, he grabbed the journalist's arms and made her pivot towards the funeral canopy:

"If you want to talk to the baby's parents, you'll have to look for them there!" he snarled. "And I advise you to never say anything about mine again. I know enough to send you to Azkaban!"

"We made a deal!" she hissed. "I completed my part!"

"You made a deal with Hermione, not with me. Therefore, your little arrangements don't concern me."

"Is that a war declaration?" asked Rita Skeeter, lifting her chin.

"Only if you attack me or my friends," Harry corrected her, looking straight into her eyes.

She let out a fake-sounding laugh.

"Oh, it seems like the last events have made your ego swell again. You take yourself seriously enough that I don't need to make you additional publicity. If you're on the front pages of newspapers, it won't be my fault."

"That suits me perfectly," Harry replied dryly.

Rita turned away and walked off.

"What a bitch!" shouted Ron. "We should release mom on her."

"I think she understood that she better leave Harry alone," Hermione reassured them. "By the way, where did you find Teddy?"

"You usually find babies in cabbages, no?" Ron answered before his friend could say anything.

Harry and Hermione looked at him, surprised.

"Sorry," said Ron in a crisped smile. "I can't stand... all of this. And I know I'm not funny. Sorry."

Harry realised with bother that his friend had tears in his eyes.

"You honour Fred by reacting like that," said Hermione gently. "If he saw you, he'd be very proud of his little brother."

"D'you think so?" asked Ron in an uncertain voice.

As an answer, Hermione hugged him hard and Harry decided that he had waited long enough to say hi to Luna. He found her a little further, accompanied by her father. Xenophilius had become very thin through his stay in Azkaban.

"Hello Harry! You shouldn't carry this baby against your right shoulder, it can give you haemorrhoids."

"How are you, Luna? Hello Mr Lovegood."

"Hello, Mr Potter, I'm delighted to finally meet you," answered the journalist politely, having visibly completely forgotten their last encounter.

"Where do you live now?" asked Harry, remembering the terrible state their house was in after the explosion of the erumpent horn.

"We're living with some distant cousins," Luna informed him. "But in any case, I'm going back to Hogwarts."

"We'll see each other in September, then."

"HARRY!" cried out a gruff voice.

The Boy Who Lived only just had time to press Teddy into Luna's arms before finding himself squashed inside the arms of a Half-Giant.

"Hagrid," he croaked, trying to get his breath back.

"I'm so happy yer alive!" shouted the gamekeeper.

"Me too," assured Harry. "I mean, that you and Graup are well," he specified.

Hagrid turned towards Luna who was pulling faces to the baby:

"Gallopin' Gorgons, that's the little Teddy, isn' it?" he recognised him. "His two parents dead, what a tragedy, eh?"

With a surprising softness, he lifted the child out of the young girl's arms.

"Finding yerself alone so young," he sighed to the baby. "You remember, Harry? You was no older than that when I came ter fetch you the first time..."

Tears stopped the half-giant from continuing.

"I only have vague memories of that day," admitted Harry. "But I know I was lucky to come across a man like you."

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud carillon, then professor McGonagall's voice resonated:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the funeral service is about to start. You can sit down near the entry to the castle."

Harry retrieved Teddy from the gamekeeper's arms and followed the crowd that was walking obediently to the indicated place. Hundreds of chairs were waiting for them, like at Dumbledore's funeral. Harry located the Weasleys and decided to join them.

He noticed that many people were turning around when he walked past or nudged each other to point out his presence. He pretended not to see anything, but he wondered what they were thinking of the baby resting on his shoulder. He decided that he didn't care.

Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Percy had already joined Arthur, Molly and Ginny. Harry sat down next to Andromeda who had stayed with Molly. As she made no move to take back her grandson, Harry installed Teddy comfortably on his lap. After two tries, he managed to prop him in a way that he wouldn't slide off. Hermione nodded with approbation when she and Ron arrived to sit down next to him.

When everybody had sat down, Kingsley Shacklebolt joined the Professor of Transfiguration on the stage that was in front of the public and started:

"The last year has been stressful for all of us. Imposters took the power and villainous laws have been voted. Innocents have been thrown into prison and peaceful citizens had to flee. Honest workers have lost their job and children have been refused the right to education. When leaving each other in the morning, families didn't know whether they would meet again in the evening."

Around him, Harry saw couples look at each other, parents checking that their children were still with them. He thought of Mr and Mrs Weasley that had stayed for months without news of their youngest son. Suddenly, Ginny's bitterness seemed a lot more understandable.

"We lived in fear and in shame. But some of us reacted. Acts of resistance took diverse forms: simple silences often saved lives; documents that a Ministry of Magic employee conveniently lost permitted some to escape the fate that had been awaiting them; families accommodated complete strangers; portkeys to other countries have been supplied; an undercover school was created; protection charms were used on neighbouring muggle houses; an illegal radio network gave hope to many despairing wizards and witches.

"When a rumour announced that Hogwarts was going to rebel, there were many who answered the call and came to fight. Professor Dumbledore didn't die in vain, because Hogwarts, despite the refusal to take in some students, despite the cruelty used against the schoolkids, despite the presence of Death Eaters in its walls, Hogwarts stayed a symbol of resistance and rebellion against tyranny. For many, take back Hogwarts was worth all fights and battles and all sacrifices.

"Fifty-three wizards and witches gave their life for this goal to be achieved. Several dozens of others were injured. They add themselves to all of those that were assassinated this year under the orders of this illegitimate government.

"Today, we mourn our dead. But as soon as tomorrow, our justice will have at heart to punish every single one of those who have subjected us to all of this. But our priorities for the next days will be to rebuild. Rebuild our society by resuming our functions and jobs as soon as we can. Rebuild our community by sharing what we have so that the unluckiest of us don't stay helpless.

"As you all probably know, countless wands have undeservedly been confiscated. Ollivander's shop having been pillaged, it will take us time to solve this problem. Until we find a solution, help all those that are deprived of magic. Give, share and forget these months of fear and suspicion. It's the best way to honour the memories of those you are mourning today and to make sure they didn't die in vain!"

Shacklebolt stepped back. Minerva McGonagall immediately started speaking, interrupting the whispers of the public:

"I will now read you the list of the victims. Few of you knew them all. But I did. Every name is to me the name of a child that I saw grow up and whose personality's development I observed. For everyone I feel a huge pride and a profound sadness."

The Vice-Headmistress cleared her throat and started:

"Ackerley, Melissa, assassinated as she was opposing herself to her husband's arrest. Bundy, Melanie, cowardly delivered to the dementors. Crivey, Colin, fallen to deliver Hogwarts."

The list continued similarly for long minutes. Harry recognised names of goblins, elves and centaurs, which pleasantly surprised him. He swiftly looked around him and found several groups of non-humans, huddled together in the mass of wizards and witches.

In the middle of this slow litany, he heard: Lupin, Nymphadora, fallen to deliver Hogwarts. Lupin, Remus, fallen to deliver Hogwarts. Then: Tonks, Ted, killed by Snatchers. And lastly: Weasley, Fred, fallen to deliver Hogwarts.

A long silence followed, broken only by a few muffled sobs here and there. To conclude, professor McGonagall announced:

"We are staying at your disposition to proceed to the recovery of the bodies for a funeral. You can now spend time with your loved ones if you wish."

The crowd stood up slowly to return to the funeral tent, commenting on the ceremony quietly. Harry heard several people wonder why no one had mentioned Harry Potter. Because I didn't die, he wanted to retort. He was thankful to Kingsley for not mentioning him. Today was a day of mourning and it was the victims that should be thought of.

This time, he supported the view over rows of bodies a lot better. Teddy's warm body had a comforting effect on him and he had the courage to go closer. At the feet of every corpse, the identity of the deceased was written in golden letters.

In the movements of the crowd, Harry had lost the Weasleys and Andromeda, but he knew where they had been planning on going. He followed the altars, reading all the names.

"Let's say goodbye to your mom and dad, okay Teddy?"

The baby was still drooling serenely, which Harry decided to interpret as a positive answer. Remus's and Nymphadora's bodies were lying side by side. He stopped on the patch of grass situated between the two corpses.

"We won, in the end," he said quietly. "I would've preferred you to still be by my side, but we can't do anything about it, now. As you can see, Teddy and I get along with each other quite well. I'll never be able to replace you, but I promise you to do my best so that your child will never feel alone, will always know he has a family that loves him and that his parents fought to give him a peaceful future."

"Thank you, Harry," he heard Andromeda's trembling voice.

She was standing directly behind him, surrounded by Molly Arthur Weasley.

"Oh! I... Well, we'll see what Teddy says about it in a few years," he stammered.

Andromeda, still hidden by her veil, nodded her in his direction, then turned to the body of her daughter. The Weasleys stayed a moment next to the corpses of Remus and Tonks before leaving in small groups. Molly softly told the grieving mother:

"We're going to our boy. Don't hesitate to come and join us when you're done."

"Could you maybe keep Teddy for a while?" the grandmother asked Harry, tearing herself from her contemplation.

"Yes, of course."

"Here's his bag. There's his blanket and his bottle. You need to use a heating spell and..."

"Don't worry, Andromeda, we'll explain everything to him," said Molly in a calming voice.

Fred was the last of his row. Bill and Fleur were supporting George, with Percy directly behind them. Ginny had taken refuge in Charlie's arms and Ron was gripping Hermione's hand. Mrs Weasley let go of her husband's hand to walk forwards and, with a mechanical gesture, smoothed the shroud to let it fall better.

Harry mourned with them. Suddenly, Teddy, who until now had always been very calm, started to wriggle then started to cry. Harry, after trying to change his position, threw a panicked look around him. Hermione abandoned Ron and came to help him. He showed her Teddy's bag that was lying at his feet. She picked it up and they walked a few metres away.

"Maybe he's hungry," diagnosed Hermione.

"He also especially stinks," grimaced Harry. "I suppose we'll have to change his diaper."

"Don't forget you're a wizard, Harry," replied Hermione, rummaging in the bag. "We don't change nappies here, we clean them... Ah, here it is!"

She pulled a little blanket out of the bag and spread it on the grass.

"Put him on here," she ordered. "You can lift his robe and open his diaper."

"Uh..." said Harry.

"You're the godfather," insisted Hermione.

Pinching his nose, Harry opened the buttons that were keeping the cotton square around the baby's hips.

"Now, you'll have to use an Evanesco on the dirty places," continued the young girl, as if reciting a page she had read in a book. "As if you were cleaning your cauldron at the end of the lesson," she added, seeing Harry hesitate.

Harry decided to trust Hermione's theoretical knowledge and sighed with relief when he noticed the efficiency of the procedure.

"Now, you just need to close the whole thing," finished Hermione in a tone that sounded just as relieved.

It was easier said than done, as Harry didn't remember in what order he had opened the buttons nor to which buttonhole they corresponded. And that was without counting the fact that Teddy still hadn't calmed down and seemed more and more angry. His godfather finally managed to dress him back approximately.

During this time, Hermione had continued rummaging through the bag. She had finished by taking out a baby bottle which she heated with a simple spell. She had to try several times before she got it to a temperature she found acceptable.

"Give him this," she ordered.

"But how?" panicked Harry.

"I suppose he'll know what to do. All you need to do is to manage to get the nipple into his mouth."

Harry, kneeling on the grass, shoved the bottle into the squealing cavity of his godson. After several surprised gurgles, Teddy started to drink with appetite. Never before had Harry appreciated silence that much. He realised that he was drenched in sweat and that his legs were trembling with anxiousness.

"One day, you'll have to explain to me how you manage to be so calm when we're in a complete catastrophe!" he grumbled to Hermione.

"I just concentrate on the solution," she shrugged.

She closed the baby's bag and sat down comfortably on the grass. Making sure he didn't accidentally separate Teddy and his meal, Harry sat down cross-legged. When his heart had reached its normal rhythm again, he decided that he could be proud of his overall performance. He didn't cope too badly as a godfather.

Finally, Teddy arrived to the end of his collation. Harry passed the baby bottle back to Hermione so that she could stow it into the bag and took the child into his arms. The baby burped loudly, spluttered onto the young man and yawned.

"He's probably going to fall asleep. D'you want me to take him for a while?" offered the young girl.

"That'd be great! But why did he vomit on me again?"

"Evanesco," advised Hermione pragmatically, taking the child from his arms.

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Chat with J.K. Rowling, 30th of July 2007

o Colin wasn't a student. He sneaked back with the rest of the DA, along with Fred, George and the rest. He ought not to have stayed behind when McGonagall told him to leave, but alas – he did.

o I imagine that it [the resurrection stone] was squashed into the ground by a centaur's hoof as the centaurs dashed to the aid of the Hogwarts fighters, and thereafter became buried.