the_debt_of_time

"Malfoy," Hermione said with a loud gasp, eyes wide.
"What about me?" Draco stepped through the clearing, scowl on his face as he
watched from afar while Order members contained the Death Eaters, looking as though
he were making it a point to stay as close as possible to people who knew his true allegiance
to avoid arrest himself.
"You disarmed Dumbledore."
"Yes, your point, Granger?" He narrowed his gaze. "Honestly, can any of you ever
finish vocalising a thought?"
"You're the master of the Elder Wand, you prat!" Hermione snapped.
"Really? Potter?" Draco smirked and held out his hand to Harry. "I'd just love to
have my wand back, seeing as I'm apparently its master."
Harry grinned smugly up at Malfoy, handing over the hawthorn wand with eagerness.
"Thanks for the loan," he said and then turned back to Hermione as Draco accepted his
own wand with ease, treating it as a long lost friend instead of a consolation prize.
"I disarmed Malfoy at the manor," Harry explained to Hermione.
Ron looked gobsmacked. "Bloody hell."
"Care to explain the playing dead bit there?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, threatening
anyone with a stare to dare make a dog trick joke at his words. No one made to speak
except Harry, who removed the broken pieces of his holly and phoenix feather wand from
the moleskin pouch around his neck, using the Elder Wand in his hand to repair it.
"Oh, I died," Harry confirmed and looked at Sirius. "Came back. But compared
to you, that's old news, I guess."
Despite the stress of the moment, Sirius let out a loud barking laugh, and Harry
joined him, gripping his godfather affectionately by the shoulders and letting the moment
sink in. Hermione sighed in exasperation and relief, sharing a smile with Remus.
Voldemort was gone.
The war was over.
All was well... for now.