Harry's had two years to get used to the idea that they're gone. It still hurts. He still hears the words Voldemort decided to throw at him in the middle of the battle. No one else has to die for you, Harry Potter. He's never been able to face the grief of Arthur and Molly, or Andromeda, who makes a valiant effort not to dish it at him but sometimes she needs someone to talk with about her daughter. The thought of Colin, and his little body makes Harry's eyes fill with tears even now.

"I'm so sorry, Sirius," he says again, voice hollow and low. "Dumbledore died before the battle. Fred Weasley. Snape. Moody. Ted Tonks. Dobby. Hedwig..."