"Of course I didn't miss them," Harry said angrily. "I was there, I was fighting alongside them. I know how many people are dead because of me, people who died because of the time it took to make it possible for anyone to kill Voldemort. I remember all of them, all of them."
There was a world full of bitterness in those words, but not directed at Zach. He took a deep breath to get his temper under control, hands balled into fists to contain it. It did no good to get angry about this. "It doesn't matter that I didn't kill him, it doesn't matter what you think of me. He's dead and he won't kill anyone else ever again, and that's not only because of me. I don't want the credit, I never wanted it, any of it. I did what I had to do, what I could do, and you can go ahead and hate me if it wasn't enough for you. I don't care."