Harry James Potter

Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts. He observed the recent reconstruction after the war of Hogwarts after the fall of Voldemort. He still remembers the bodies of his dead friends in the great hall, Molly's crying, holding Fred. George paralyzed and Ron not knowing how to react, he hugged Ginny and knew that once again his family was falling apart, he had lost his parents when he was 1 year old and already lost his best friend... his safe haven less than 2 years ago and now so many deaths less than 5 months ago and now here he is going back to study.

"Harry...honey, are you okay?"

McGonagall looks worriedly at Harry

"And it just all looks...almost a little the same, doesn't it?" Harry smiles sideways, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, pointing to the corridors that were previously detonated by explosions of magic, McGonagall smiles softly

"Yes, they do look like that, I asked them to keep everything as before"

She puts her hand on his shoulder guiding him to the new 8th grade common room