The war was finally over. All of Harry's training put into good use. Voldemort was dead. Harry Was now 20 and had decided to take a long awaited break and go to muggle college in America. He knew he would be 1 or 2 years older than most everyone else but being outside the norm hasn't bothered him in a long time now.
Harry didn't have much left for him in England anyways. The few friends who had survived the long War didn't need him there. He would only be a floo call away. Now he was at the airport saying goodbye to his honorary godfather and his godson. Remus now had to raise teddy on his own since Tonks died in the final battle, but he assured harry he would call if he needed anything. Harry also said goodbye to the twins, the last of the Weasley family and made them promise they would send updates on their new merchandise. Finally Harry said goodbye to a tearful Hermione.
"Love you sis. We'll make it through, you'll see." Harry told her. Hermione could only nod and kissed him on the cheek. Harry climbed on board and seated himself getting ready to go to Stanford and start his new life as James Evans Black; college student.
