It's always been you

Finally Over

The war was finally over and Harry could see everyone relieved but still sad. He wanted to do something to make them feel better but he also knew that he couldn't do it right now. And honestly, all he wanted right now was to find his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. He saw Ginny sitting next her mother, resting her head on her mothers's shoulder. He knew he had a LOT of explaining to do but right now it was Ron and Hermione he wanted to be with.

Walking under his invisibility cloak was a lot more easier as he could easily escape the crowd and admirers. He spotted Ron and Hermione and went over to them and patted on Ron's shoulder.

"It's me" he said, "Will you please come with me?"

"Sure Harry", both of them replied in unison. When they got up, he saw them holding hands and smiled to himself.
At least something good has come out of all of this.

They walked upto Dumbledore's office.
They reached the gargoyle and asked,
"Can we go up?" he asked the gargoyle.
"Feel free." groaned the statue.
They clambered over him and onto the spiral stone staircase that moved slowly upward like an escalator. Harry pushed open the door at the top.
He had one, brief glimpse of the stone Pensieve on the desk where he had left it, and then an earsplitting noise made him cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort—
But it was applause. All around the walls, the headmasters and head mis- tresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation; they waved their hats and in some cases their wigs, they reached through their frames to grip each other's hands; they danced up and down on the chairs in which they had been painted; Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, "And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!"
But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait di- rectly behind the headmaster's chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as phoenix song.
At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speak. He directed his words at Dumbledore, however, and chose them with enormous care. Exhausted and bleary-eyed though he was, he must make one last effort, seeking one last piece of advice.
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"
"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore, while his fellow pictures looked con- fused and curious. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"
"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.
"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.
"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this."
Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a
reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see.
"I don't want it." said Harry.
"What?" said Ron Loudly. "Are you mental?"
"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily. "But I was happier with mine. So..."
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two
halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touch it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said "Reparo."
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.
"I'm putting the Elder Wand," he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, "back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly.
"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite hon- estly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four- poster bead lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

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HEY GUYS,

AND THAT WAS MY FIRST CHAPTER. IF THERE ARE ANY ERRORS PLEASE COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW.

I AM TRYING TO THINK OF A GOOD REUNION FOR HARRY AND GINNY COZ I DO NOT WANT TO DO THE NORMAL REUNION SCENARIOS WHERE GINNY CRIES AND HARRY GETS BACK WITH HER. SO THERE STRIKES MY STUPID BLOCK AGAIN.    

ANYWAYS, THANK YOU IF YOU HAVE TAKEN THE TIME TO READ THIS. IT WOULD REALLY MEAN A LOT TO ME IF U COULD TELL ME HOW IT IS.

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