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Standing on the battlefield that used to be the grounds of Hogwarts, Harry looked down at the frozen face of Voldemort.
Still largely left alone by either side, because of the side skirmishes that still littered the fields, he crouched down beside the body, deep in thought.
He did it. He, the-boy-who-lived (or rather the-boy-who-refused-to-die if you should ask the Weasley twins) fulfilled his life long destiny and killed Voldemort, 100% this time.
Mind still sharp on the adrenaline of the battle, his thoughts began to spin ahead, full of uncertainties and unknowns.
Ever since he learned of the wizarding world and his destiny, that’s all that everyone seemed to have been prepping him for.
He himself had even been resigned to die, glad even if that would end Voldemort’s life. No one ever prepared him to live after the battle, because like him, no one expected he would still be standing at the end of all this.
Still crouched down he put one hand to the ground as a sudden spike of magic coursed through his head.
Looking at the now still face of his mortal enemy, he felt pressure inside his head and what could only be described as mental blocks being ripped to shreds. With each block being obliterated Harry’s knowledge and awareness of magic seemed to increase. He could feel and even see the remaining magical signature of Voldemort. While pondering this, his awareness of the magic happening around him increased as well, like he had just created his own personal wards which seemed to be expanding rapidly.
He felt the different magic signatures around him and while still unknown currently, he knew instinctively that once he has seen a certain wizard perform magic, that wizard’s magical signature would be stored in his brain and he would recognise that magic signature in the future, even if he couldn’t see that particular wizard visually at that time.
It was like he had a big cushion of magic around him and every time something touched that cushion, this knowledge was stored for future use.
His magic also seemed to have started recognising and storing information about spells that were being used around him, even if they weren’t aimed at him directly. Already he could feel the difference between a stunning spell and a disarming one and his magic only grew and reached out further.
Noticing a couple of wizards (of his side) making their way to him, Harry, being sleep deprived and running on empty, both in terms of food and emotional buffer, could no longer hold on to consciousness and sank into the blissful emptiness of blacking out. He would have time to look into this further, later when he…
As his friends and family began to converge on his location, Harry knew no more and thankfully embraced the darkness to rest.