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                                   Chapter 15: Something Old and Something New

“Ok… what’s going on Professor?” said Harry.

“Harry in a little less that two months you are going to be moving out of Hogwarts to live on your own. I think it is time that we had a discussion about what you plan to do with the properties that you own.” she said to him.

“Properties?” said Harry feeling thoroughly confused, he knew that he owned one property, Grimauld Place, Sirius had left it to him in his will, but he didn’t know of any other property that he owned.

“Yes...” said McGonagall, “You are aware I take it, that you own Grimauld Place, but Harry you also are the owner of your parents house in Godrics Hollow.” she said.

     Harry stared at her. Now that she said it he felt completely stupid for never having realized it before. Of course he owned his parents house, he was their only son.

“You will need to decide of course which house you would like to make your residence and then also decide what you would like to do with your second property. While your house in Godrics Hollow will need some repairs I believe that with some renovations it should quite comfortable, if you should choose to live there. ” said McGonagall.

“Ok….” Said Harry slowly, he was still try to process this situation.

“No doubt you will want to discuss this with Miss Weasley. So I will dismiss you at this time and ask that you bring me a decision by Friday so that we can begin to work on the legal aspects.” she said, “Oh and Potter when you come on Friday I would like you to bring Ronald Weasley with you, I have something to discuss with him as well.”

     With that she walked to the door and opened it for Harry. He walked through it still feeling a bit in shock.

     A few hours later Harry was sitting in his room with Ginny. They were sharing and enjoyable evening all to themselves, something they rarely got. Harry had just filled Ginny in on the conversation that he had with McGonagall earlier.

“Well of course we’re going to live in Godrics Hollow!” said Ginny excitedly.

“I don’t know…” said Harry.

“What?? Why would we not? You don’t want to live in your parent’s house?” said Ginny in confusion. 

“Yeah I do… a lot... it’s just…” Harry’s voiced trailed off, he wasn’t exactly sure how to continue, he knew that what was bothering him was silly, but he also couldn’t shake it. It was the dream. Somehow Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that if he and Ginny moved into his parent’s house, it would allow his dream about her and his daughter dying to become a reality, and the thought terrified him.

     Ginny got up from the chair she was sitting in and came over to kneel in front of Harry. She looked up into his face to read his expression.

“This is about that dream isn’t it?” she said knowingly.

     Harry nodded his head slowly and tucked her hair behind her ear absent mindedly so he could put his hand on her face.

“I now it’s stupid…” he said quietly, “but I’m afraid to move to a place where that dream could become a reality.”

“Harry…” said Ginny, as she moved to sit in his lap, “That dream was just a dream, the only reason that it took place in your house was because that’s where it happened to you. Darling I could get struck by lightning when I walk outside tomorrow, or strangled by the giant squid…we never know how long we have left.

“Don’t say things like that.” Harry whispered as he looked down at his hands, just the thought of losing her was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“My point is…” said Ginny as she put a hand under his chin and lifted his face so she could look in his eyes, “we can’t live our lives worrying about death, because if we do, we’ll never enjoy living. Ok?”

“Ok...” said Harry and he put his hand behind her neck and began to kiss her as hard and fiercely as he could, she responded in kind intertwining her fingers in his hair. After a few moments they broke the kiss and looked at each other, they were both breathing raggedly.

“See?” said Ginny with a teasing smile, “that’s more like it.”

     Harry laughed and put his arms around her while she laid her head against his chest.

“So why do you think McGonagall wants you to bring Ron along?” she asked.

“I have no clue… I mean, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with an answer to that question, but I’ve got nothing…” said Harry.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to wait until Friday.” said Ginny, as she relaxed against him and closed her eyes.

“Hey Gin... I’ve been thinking of something else…” said Harry, “I need to get an O on my potions exam, and the more I think about it, the more I know there is only one way to do that. I need to use the Prince’s book to study.”

     He looked down at her to judge her reaction and she looked back up and him with confusion and shock on her face.

"I though it burned up in the Fiend Fyre?" she said.

“Well I’m pretty sure the fire went out when we shut the door, and it was in a cupboard. So there’s a chance. I at least have to go see you know? I’m thinking about going next week.” He said.

“I’m going with you.” She said immediately.

     Harry nodded in resignation. He knew it would be pointless to try and stop her.

      Friday afternoon Ron and Harry made their way up to McGonagall’s office, when they arrived there she was waiting for them and she gave them a pleasant yet subdued smile.

“Please take a seat.” she said, “Now Harry have you decided which of your two properties you are going to be making your residence?” she asked.

“Yeah…” said Harry, “Ginny and I discussed it and we think we want to live in Godrics Hollow.”

“Excellent, We will have a team of Ministry contractors help you do all the renovations that are needed this summer.” She said, “Now have you given any thought to what you might like to do with Grimauld Place?”

“We have actually, I’d like to give it to Ron and Hermione to live in.” said Harry giving Ron a grin.

“Harry… we couldn’t… blimey a house?” Ron looked completely stunned.

“That is very generous of you Potter.” said McGonagall with a smile, “but it so happens that I have asked Mr. Weasley here today to inform him that he is already in possession of a house, if he chooses to take it.” she gave Ron a kind look.

“What…” said Ron weakly, he was slightly slumped in his chair and he looked like he might be about to pass out.

     McGonagall smiled at him sympathetically and pulled out a long piece of parchment from her desk. As she unrolled it she explained.

“This is a copy of the last will and testament of Albus Dumbledore, Rufus Scrimgeour presented you with the items that were left to you over a year ago, but what you are not aware of, is that there was a separate clause in the will that was specified to be for my eyes only until such a time came that it could be made known. I will read it to you now.” She unfolded the paper and put on her glasses.

     Harry and Ron looked at each other in completely bewilderment. They had no clue where this was going.

“My dearest Minerva,” Professor McGonagall began to read, “I have added this clause in my will so that if, and only if the time is right, you can help me carry out these specific wishes. I have the utmost trust your abilities in this matter. If Harry Potter and his friends should be successful in their mission, which we all hope and pray they are, I would like to do all I can to help them live a long and happy life. It is my belief that Harry will wish to live out the remainder of his days in Godrics Hollow in his family house, and I also believe that Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger will never want to be too far away from him. Therefore I have added this clause to my will that states, in the event of the marriage of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, the pair will inherit my families home in Godrics Hollow, I believe it to be a wonderful home to raise a family, I myself had a pleasant childhood there. If this union does not occur my house shall remain the property of Hogwarts along with all my other worldly possessions, as stated previously Minerva I have the utmost confidence in you to carry out this matter. Thank you.” McGonagall put the letter down and looked at the two boys. 

“I own Dumbledore’s house…” said Ron in awe, he looked at Harry who just as shocked as he was.

“Not yet Mr. Weasley,” said McGonagall, “but if you carry through on your plan to marry Miss Granger this coming December then yes, you will own Professor Dumbledore’s childhood home.”

     Ron let out a long sigh and slumped back in his chair still looking completely floored.

“I’ve arranged a meeting with a Ministry lawyer for next week, he’s going to take you both to Godrics Hollow and let you see your properties. And Mr. Weasley, I have decided that if you wish, you and Miss Granger may move into your home this summer. While it will not yet rightfully be yours it is currently the property of Hogwarts so as headmistress I can allow you residence until the property becomes your own.”

    Both boys nodded at her and then began to get up to leave.

“Before you go Potter, do you have any ideas about what you would like to do with Grimauld Place?” she asked.

     Harry sat back and thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he would do with his second house. He also found this whole situation ridiculous. Most eighteen year olds didn’t even have their own apartments and here he was trying to figure out what to do with his second house. Just then Ron leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Oi! Why don’t you give it to Neville? I’m willing to bet he and Luna are going to be shacking up when they get out of school and Neville deserves a nice place. I bet Luna could even make Grimauld Place look cheery with that insane decorating of hers.” he said.

“Good thinking Ron!” said Harry appreciatively, he turned back to McGonagall, “I’d like to give Grimauld Place to Neville Longbottom to live in.” he said.

“Very well then… we’ll let you inform Neville of the plans and we will get started on the paperwork for all of this today.” She said pleasantly and the boys made their way to the door.

‘Blimey I own a house Harry!” said Ron in excitement as they went down the stairs, “the most expensive thing I ever owned was my chess set! And now I own a house!”

     Harry laughed and clapped his friend on the back. He was once again appreciative to Dumbledore in a way he could never express. Dumbledore knew that Harry would want to spend the rest of his life close to Ron and Hermione; he knew that they had been bonded in a way that could never be broken. Now they were going to live down the street from each other, their children would grow up together, it was almost too good to be true.

“Harry!” said Ron, interrupting Harry’s thoughts, “promise me you won’t tell Hermione, and make Ginny promise too! I want to see the house and get it looking just perfect before I tell her, I want it to be a big surprise!”

“Ok…” said Harry with a smile, “but how are you going to explain McGonagall asking you to her office?”

“I dunno I’ll think of something…” said Ron with a shrug and they walked quickly back towards Harry’s room bursting with excitement.

     Harry and Ginny were making their way up the corridor hand in hand. It was well past midnight and they were being carful to stay quiet. Harry wasn’t quite sure why they were being so sneaky about this, it wasn’t as though entering the Room of Requirement was forbidden, but somehow he felt as though what they were doing needed to remain a secret. They reached the corridor on the seventh floor and they stood before the wall that they knew would soon hold a door.

“Harry, so you have any idea what we’re going to find on the other side of that door?” asked Ginny quietly.

“No…” said Harry, “FiendFyre is relentless, so I have no idea how much damage it did.”

“What about….Crabbe?” said Ginny with a slight hint of fear in her voice.

     Harry squeezed her hand encouragingly.

“I don’t think there will be anything left of him to be honest, not with the way that fire burned.” he said, and he felt her shudder next to him.

“You don’t have to come with me…” he said quietly but she shook her head determinedly.

“Let’s do this.” she said.

     Harry began to walk back and forth purposefully in front of the wall thinking to himself. I need to see the room where things are hidden. Over and over, suddenly the door appeared. Harry looked at Ginny who took his hand and then he slowly opened the door. They were met by the stench of burned wood all around them. There were shelves and shelves of blackened objects. Some were identifiable others were charred piles. Harry made his way down the row where he knew the cupboard to be. As he turned the last corner his heart leapt, the fire seemed to have stopped about ten feet short of reaching the cupboard. The edges of it were still slightly singed and the heat had caused the surface of the wood to bubble and distort but other than that it was completely in tact. He ran to the cupboard and opened it, there sitting on the shelf was the Prince’s potion book, he grabbed it and held it tightly like an old friend, the cover had been slightly warped by the heat but other than that it looked in perfectly fine condition. He opened it and touched the pages lightly, somehow after learning everything about Snape, this book seemed to be even more special. His revelry was broken by a sharp cry from Ginny who had walked down the row next to the one he was standing in.

“Harry! Come here quick!” she called, sounding very upset.

     He ran to where she was as fast as he could and immediately found the cause of her distress. There were was a pile of ashes in the middle of the floor and in the middle of them something was gleaming. Harry bent down and picked it up, it was an ornate ring with a family crest on it, and Harry knew whom it belonged to. He looked at Ginny who was looking rather pale as she stared at the little pile with a look of dismay.

“It’s ok Gin…” he said comfortingly, “he didn’t suffer; he was killed by the smoke long before the fire even got to him.”

     Harry looked around and saw an ornate jar sitting on the shelf, he picked it up and scooped as much of Crabbe’s ashes into it as he could and then he took out his wand and sealed the top, he put the ring in his pocket and then looked back at Ginny.

“I think I’ll give these to Draco,” he said indicating the jar and the ring, “I know he’ll give him a proper farewell.”

     With that the two of them turned and walked out of the room. They walked in silence down the hall, Harry looked down at Ginny she was quiet as they walked side by side. He could tell something was on her mind, but he was having a very hard time reading her expression. They arrived back at the room and Harry placed the jar with Crabbe’s ashes in it, and the Prince’s book on the end table near the couch. He was caught off guard when Ginny grabbed his arm and spun him around, she pinned him against the wall and began to kiss him with all the force she had. He was momentarily stunned but then responded so vigorously that he picked her up off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his shirt off so forcefully that it almost ripped. He carried her towards their bed which he plopped her down on, but he before he could even make a move she had pulled him onto the bed with her and pinned him on his back. She began kissing every inch of him, Harry gasped closed his eyes in enjoyment, he had no clue what had brought on this sudden aggression in Ginny, but he had absolutely no intentions of making her stop.

     It was full hour later when Harry and Ginny were finally laying next to each other in their bed. Harry was covered in sweat, and he was still trembling and trying to get his heart to calm down. It had been by far the most intense hour of his entire life. Ginny was lying next to him in the same state, and she looked up at him with a smile.

“All I can say is wow Gin… I mean we’ve had some pretty amazing nights... but wow.” He said softly, his breathing was not quite back to normal yet.

“My sentiments exactly.” She said with a smile, “that is definitely something that needs to be repeated.”

“Ginny… what brought that on? I mean I’m not complaining it was… well there are no words for what that was, but I’m just wondering why…” said Harry slowly, he brushed her hair away from her face and so he could study her expression as she answered.

“When I saw Crabbe’s remains in there, it just really hit me that, that could have been you. You could have died so many times out there, you were really close, but you didn’t. I don’t know if I believe in God or not, but every night you were gone, I asked whoever might be listening out there, to just keep you safe, and bring you home to me, and somebody listened. I guess… I was just really thankful to have you…” she kissed the spot right over his heart and then laid her head on his chest.

     He hugged her and then closed his eyes. He knew he would sleep very well that night.

“You ready to go Harry?” said Ginny the next day at one o’clock.

     They had just finished eating lunch and they were now on their way to Godrics Hollow to visit their future home. They would be meeting Ron there, he had cleverly convinced Hermione that the only reason McGonagall invited him to the meeting with Harry is because they needed a witness that knew Harry for legal purposes. This seemed to satisfy her, so she was completely unsuspecting of the huge surprise that was coming her way.

“I suppose I’ll see you all later tonight. Then you can tell Ron and I all about your house!” she said brightly.

     Harry and Ginny exchanged very brief glances, they both knew that Ron would have already seen the house first hand, but they were determined not to spoil his surprise. They said their goodbyes and towards the front gate.

“You know they should make a certain spot that people can Apparate to inside the grounds with security in place, because having to walk all the way down to the gate every time you want to leave is bloody annoying.” grumbled Ginny.

“Well most students don’t come and go as much as we do…” said Harry with a smile and he kissed her hand.

     When they reached the gate Ginny took Harry’s arm, she had never been to Godrics Hollow so she needed his help to get there. A moment later they were standing in the town square; it looked drastically different from the last time Harry had been there. The last time he’d seen this square it had been a bitterly cold Christmas Eve, and it had been covered in snow. Now it was rather cheery in the warm air of late spring. He saw people puttering around from shop to shop, and children playing by the monument in the middle of the square. Many people noticed him too, they waved and whispered to each other, but somehow it didn’t bother him that they noticed him. He thought it might be because no on looked at him with surprise, they all seemed to think it was perfectly natural that he would be here and he had to agree with them.

“You wanna go look at the memorial?” said Harry.

“Ok…” said Ginny, she looked at the WW2 memorial and then back at Harry with a confused expression.

     Harry chuckled and led her towards it by the hand. Just as it had the Christmas before when they got close to the monument it changed and standing before them were the statues of a man, and woman, and the woman was holding a baby in her arms.

“Oh….” Said Ginny in wonder, “Is that…”

“My family… yes.” said Harry as he put his arm around her.

“It’s beautiful Harry…” she said, and they both stood there in silence for a moment.

     They heard a popping noise behind them and they turned to see Ron walking towards them with a very round little man.

“Hello my name is Darius Finchley, and I am here to show you both your respective properties here in Godrics Hollow, now which one of these fine houses would you like to visit first?” he said cheerfully.

“Well which one is closer?” asked Ron.

“They are both down that road right there,” he pointed to the road to the east of the square, “I believe we will come to the Dumbledore home first.”

“Then lets go there,” said Harry.

     They made their way to the road and walked down for a few minutes before the little man stopped in front of a large brick house. Harry realized that he had walked by this very house the last time he was in Godrics Hollow but he had never had an inkling that it was Dumbledore’s home. The house had a small wrought iron fence around the yard, and an ivy vine was making its way up the left corner. The house itself was not grand enough to be considered a mansion, but it had its own kind of old elegance about it. The little man opened the gate and beckoned them to enter. Then walked up the front steps and stood in front of the door.

“Ron do you want to do the honors?” said Harry.

     Ron nervously walked forward and opened the front door, and they all walked inside. The house was warm and inviting, the downstairs seems to be carpeted with a plush oriental carpet with deep red and green tones. They were standing a foyer; to their left was a beautiful dining room that looked like it could comfortable sit fifteen people. To the right was a large living room with bay windows that looked out on the street and a massive stone fireplace, there were also a set of French doors leading to the back of the house. Directly in front of them was a grand staircase made of dark wood that lead up to a small landing and then broke into two stairs cases one to the right and one to the left.

“Oh I can just see the scolding the little Weasley’s are going to get from Hermione for sliding down that banister.” said Ginny with a grin.

     Ron turned to grin at her and then they began exploring the house, they found that the French doors lead to a beautiful closed in back porch that looked out on a large back yard and a pretty garden, and there was a nice sized kitchen off the dining room. They explored upstairs to find that there were three bedrooms not including the master bedroom. The mater bedroom itself had its own bathroom, and a small balcony that looked out over the garden.

“This is pretty amazing Ron…” said Harry as they stood on the balcony together.

“That’s the understatement of the year mate… this place is bloody unreal… I can’t believe that Hermione and I are going to live here. I’ve never had anything this nice in my whole life.” he said in wonder.

“You deserve it Ron.” Said Harry, putting his hand on his friends shoulder, “you both do.”

     Ron smiled at him. Just then Ginny came running into the room her face aglow with excitement.

“Ron!! You have to come see what I’ve just found!” she gasped.

     Both boys looked at each other and then followed her quickly, completely at a loss as to what could be so exciting. She ran down the hall a little ways and opened the door to what they had thought was a closet, she then ran inside. Harry looked at Ron in confusion, but then they both walked over to the door. As soon as they looked around the door frame they saw that what was behind the door was not a closet, but a set of stairs, it looked like this was the entrance to the attic. Harry climbed the stairs and let out a gasp when he reached the top. Ron who was right behind him stopped dead and stared around in amazement.

     The attic ran the whole length of the house and in it was shelf after shelf of books. It was an entire library that looked like it held books ranging in age from fifty years old to hundreds of years old. There was a comfortable chair by the window, and a writing desk in one corner of the room. Harry turned and looked at Ron; he was still standing there looking dumbfounded.

“There must be over five hundred books in here!” said Ginny, “do you think this is Dumbledore’s personal library?”

“It has to be…” said Harry and he smiled, “wait till you show Hermione this Ron, if she didn’t already think you were the most amazing man on planet earth, I think giving her, her own library would probably do it.” He winked at his friend and then chuckled at the look on his face.

     Ron was still looking around like with an expression like someone had clonked him over the head rather hard. Harry saw him silently mouth the words, her own library. Then he looked at Harry and smirked.

“I’m not going to see her for weeks!” he said, and the three of them laughed appreciatively.

     They all made there way down stairs and met Mr. Finchley by the front door.

“Is everything in order Mr. Weasley?” he asked.

“Everything is absolutely bloody perfect!” said Ron enthusiastically.

“Alright well the house could use a deep cleaning it has not been lived in for quite some time, we can send in a team of Ministry Custodians, but we’ll need to know when you and your wife plan to move in.” said Finchley.

     At the words ‘you and your wife’ Ron turned slightly pink, and shot a look at Harry and Ginny who were both grinning.

“We’ll probably be moving in around August.” Ron answered the man not bothering to correct him, then he leaned over to Harry and added, “I reckon a month at the Burrow might be enough time to get Mum used to the idea of us moving in together before we’re married.”

“You should show Mum the house…” said Harry looking over his shoulder as they walked down the road, “she’ll be so excited she might actually forget you aren’t married.”

     Ron chuckled appreciatively, and then gave his new house another loving glance before they reached the gate to Harry’s house. Just like last time Harry had been here there was a plaque hanging on the gate, that gave a description of what had happened in this house seventeen years ago, and paid homage to him and his parents. As they got closer to it, you could see the graffiti all over it, people had left messages, some written in magic, some carved, but they all were messages of encouragement and support of Harry. More messages had been added since the last time he’d been here; many of them were congratulatory, telling him they knew he could do it all along.

“Ugh! Just like people to defile a perfectly respectable memorial!” said Finchley in annoyance, and he took out his wand and removed the sign from the gate as they entered. He was about to discard the sign, and Harry made to stop him but Ginny spoke first.

“Sir! If you wouldn’t mind terribly could we have that sign? I think I’d like to hang it up in our home.” she said, and Harry felt his heart swell in gratitude to her.

     Finchley looked at the old dirty sign and then back at Ginny in confusion, but then shrugged and handed it to her.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Potter.” and he began to walk up the path towards the house.

     Ginny also did not correct him and Harry looked down at her with a raised eyebrow she gave him a slightly sheepish grin.

“I know… but I liked hearing it, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, I’ll be Mrs. Potter soon enough.” she said as she hugged him.

    They walked up the path towards the house, it was a pretty white cottage set on the edge of the woods, it was slightly smaller than Ron’s house and there was a gaping hole in the top right corner of the house. Harry stared at this spot for awhile, before Ginny gave him a squeeze and looked up at him in concern.

“Darling are you sure that you want to go in right now? We could have the Ministry workers come and fix the place first, if it would make it easier.” she said gently.

“No…” said Harry softly, “I need to see it like this…”

     He walked forward and carefully opened the door. He was standing a small living room; he had seen it many times before in his dreams. He walked to the spot were his little toy broom was still propped in the corner, behind the living room was the dining room with a comfortable sized kitchen adjacent. The kitchen had large windows that looked out on the woods. The stairs to the upper level of the house acted as a divider between the dining and living rooms and Harry stood before them now, staring up them and trying to find the will to keep moving.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Ginny again quietly as she slipped her hand through his. He nodded silently and they began to climb the stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a long hall, he walked towards the back of the house and slowly opened the door, his parents room looked as though it had been completely untouched. There was even a pile of dirty clothes in the corner that no doubt belong to his father. Harry went over and gently touched the silk robe that was lying on the foot of the bed, this was his mother’s, he had never felt as close to her as he did in that moment. He left the room and headed down the hall, he found another bedroom that his Dad seemed to have turned into a study, and a bathroom with an old fashioned claw foot tub. Harry had to chuckle at the way his Dad’s side of the sink was a jumbled mess of products while his Mom’s was neat and organized. He was more like his Dad than he had figured. When he came to the end of the hall he hesitated, the door to his room was bent and broken he looked at Ginny who squeezed his hand encouragingly and then they both stepped through the doorway. Utter devastation met them, the room was full of debris and the forest had started to make its way in through the gaping hole in the roof, Harry noticed on that the wall closest to them still had a faint bit of peeling blue wall paper, with little trains on it. He felt a lump rising in his throat. Ginny put her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“So do you have any idea how you would like to have the house renovated?” said Mr. Finchley, making both of them jump, he and Ron had silently joined them.

“I want everything to be put back exactly as it was.” said Harry immediately, he looked down at Ginny with a smile. “Now Teddy can have his own room.”

     They all walked back downstairs and out the front door.

“Blimey Harry you can see my house from here!” said Ron standing on the front step, “we really are going to close.”

     Harry gave him an appreciative smile and they all began to walk back down the road, they passed a small church with a cemetery behind it and suddenly Harry stopped. He looked at Mr. Finchley and reached out to shake his hand.

“Thank you for all you’ve done sir. It is much appreciated. I think before we go, I’d like to visit my parents grave, so I will say good day to you here.” He shook the little man’s hand and Finchley Disapparated on the spot with a nod of his head to Ron and Ginny.

     Harry walked towards the cemetery but then he noticed that the other two were hanging back.

“Well what are you waiting for? Come on!” he said beckoning to them, and the both ran to meet him with relieved looks on their faces.

     They all walked quickly into the cemetery, Harry conjured a bouquet of roses and lilies to put on the grave. When they got to the small grave marker the other two stood back as he stepped forward to place the flowers on the grave, and brush away the dead one’s he’d left last Christmas.

“Hey Mum… I brought you flowers.” He said softly, “Hey Dad… how’re things going up there? I brought some friends with me again. This is Ron, he’s my best mate, I know you would’ve liked him Dad, he’s always making sure I don’t take myself too seriously.” Ron smiled appreciatively at him. “and this is Ginny” he put his arm around her as he spoke, “she’s my fiancé, and yes everyone has mentioned the resemblance to us. We’re getting married in December; I wish you could be there. I wish I could walk you down the isle Mum, I wish you could give me your words of wisdom Dad.” Harry sank to his knees in front of the grave, his throat was burning and tears were filling his eyes, “I miss you both so much…” he whispered.

     Harry felt warm hands grip each of his shoulders and he welcomed the comfort of his best friend in the world, and the love of his life. Harry sat there in silence, with his old family and his new one.

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