So uh, just a short introduction by me, this story is continuing after the battle, and I'm not sure exactly how long it's going to be but I have a list of all the things I want accomplished in the story (stemming from days of pouring over the Harry Potter Wiki to try and keep it authentic in how JK Rowling stated it would end) it most likely will not make it all the way the epilogue, but perhaps a few years after the battle.

Also the story is primarily Harry and Ginny but I will also include Ron and Hermione, it will basically be equal time if I can do that but it will also probably go with whichever couple I feel the most at the time.

OH! Almost forgot

Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter or anything remotely close to anything in this story, no matter how much I wish I did

Chapter One

"I know you're there Potter."

Harry sighed quietly and pulled his cloak off of his head, the rest of it making his body invisible. "How?"

"I'm a cat Potter," Professor McGonagall grunted and bent down to sit next to him against the coffins that were lined against each other. "We have a sixth sense."

He chuckled lightly. "I needed to get away from being there. Why are you out here?"

"Looking for you, Kingsley has been trying to make sense in this chaos and he wanted to speak with you. I thought you might be here."

"Kingsley?"

"He's currently acting as Minister of Magic, I sure hope he stays though."

Harry nodded and looked up at the coffin behind his head. "This is Lupin's."

"I'm aware." She said quietly, It's not the first time I've been here. Remus was a good friend as well as Tonks. I'm quite looking forward to having Teddy here."

Harry looked off to see Hagrid's hut. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to go back inside." He shook his head slowly, as if to convince himself that he truly wasn't ready.

She sighed. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Kreacher brought me a sandwich last night. And then I slept for about five minutes." He laughed quietly.

"You should eat something Potter." She sighed and smoothed out her robes. "Now get up and help an old woman stand."

Harry stood and helped her stand up.

"And now, you shall accompany me into the Great Hall, and as I believe the expression goes 'face the music.'"

Harry sighed. "Yes, Professor McGonagall, or is it Headmistress now?"

She began moving towards the building. "Potter, I think by now you can call me Minerva."

Harry followed her and she looked forward as they walked into the castle. "Have they repaired the castle?"

"Most of it, the house elves have been working diligently, to make sure that it's finished by tomorrow. We're going to have a ceremony to honour all the dead."

Harry felt a pang as he thought of Lupin, Tonks, Fred, and little Colin Creevy. Lupin's words of a better world didn't help much.

How much better could it be if some of his closet friend's weren't in it?

"You mustn't do this to yourself." Professor McGonagall stopped at the doors of the Great Hall.

"What?"

"Blame yourself, there is only one person to blame and it isn't you, no matter the connection you had to him." She said.

Harry reached up and rubbed the scar. For the first time in years, he had forgotten the scar was even there.

"You know, the Weasley's have been asking for you. They were concerned about your disappearance. I don't think they could handle losing another member of the family."

"You're very good at the guilt thing, have you ever thought about having children?"

She laughed quietly. "Potter, I'm very glad that you…I'm happy you're still…" She sighed and put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm very glad that you didn't die. I would have been very upset if you had."

Harry nodded and thought back to her scream when she thought he was dead. He never had any idea that she cared so much for him. He wondered if this is what people with grandparents felt like.

"I know your mother would be extremely proud of you."

He sighed.

"As well as your father, though I believe your father would have enjoyed the adventure more than Lily would have."

"Prof—Minerva…what were they…like?" He asked quietly. After almost eighteen years he would never stop asking that question.

"Well, your mother was one of our best students, reminds me of Ms. Granger quite a bit. She was more anxious to exceed others because of her muggle-born status. She was very kind, much like you. Brave as well, but I believe when you describe a Gryffindor the first word to come to mind is brave."

Harry laughed quietly.

"And your father, oh dear, your father was a handful, not unlike the Weasley twins…" She stayed quiet for a moment, and Harry knew it was cause of Fred. "Although with friends like Sirius, what else could be expected? It completely irked your mother of course, being a prefect and all though it never seemed to bother Remus much," She stayed quiet for another moment. "She seemed to tone it down in him though, they could never see how much they truly cared for each other before. Of course being Head Boy and Girl seemed to force them into it. Do you want to know a secret?"

Harry nodded.

"About halfway through their sixth year, it was pretty obvious that your mother was in position for Head Girl and your father came to me and begged for help on becoming Head Boy. I suspect at that point he learned the truth of what he felt for your mother, and knew the only way that she would even consider him was to clean up his act. I believe it was the death of his mother…it made him realize what he truly held close to his heart."

"His mum?"

"Yes, both his parents were quite old most likely around my age now, and she caught Dragon Pox, quite deadly to those of us who are older, while his mother was a wonderful and never felt disappointed in James, I'm assuming he decided he wanted to do her proud as well. Either way he decided to clean up his act and in their last year it was only a matter of weeks before they couldn't stay away from each other."

Harry smiled.

"Alright, enough stalling. Go on now." She said and shoved him slightly.

He took a deep breath and pushed the doors open and he was very aware of everyone looking at him. He swallowed and wished he hadn't taken off his cloak.

Before he could think to back out McGonagall came and walked with him to where the Weasleys were sitting and he quietly sat down next to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione turned from Ron and gently grabbed his hand with Ron smiling at him.

"Harry…" He winced at the sadness in Mrs. Weasley's voice and couldn't help but feel responsible. He turned around as Hermione squeezed his hand before letting go.

She had tears streaming down her face. "I'm so glad you're okay." She whispered and hugged him tightly. "I couldn't handle losing another son." She said so quietly he was sure that he was the only one who heard her.

Then before he could stop himself he started crying heavily. He pressed his mouth into her shoulder to cover the sound of his sobs. She rubbed the back of his head and whispered "It's alright." He let out everything that had been weighing him down ever since Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Colin and anyone else who had died at the hands of Voldemort.

After a few minutes his cry subdued and he embarrassingly lifted his head and looked at the food in front of him. From under his hair he looked at Ginny, who had red eyes and was sitting across from him and she smiled at him and he felt less embarrassed.

He couldn't wait to talk to her. He felt as if he hadn't seen her in ages. He had known what he felt for her before but it was only intensified when he remembered how she was the last thing he thought of when he was dying.

It had been clear to him in that moment, that he loved her. He more than loved her. He was in love with her. All he had to do now was tell her but he would have to wait until they were alone.

He looked to see if any of the other Weasley's were around but saw they were not there. He supposed he would talk to them later as well, they needed to know how sorry he felt for Fred even if they would insist that it wasn't his fault.

As he opened his mouth to say something there was a commotion from the other side of the Great Hall.

"NO!"

It was Narcissa Malfoy. "You can't take him!"

He turned around to see Narcissa clutching Draco close to her. Lucius looked around with a scared look.

Harry suddenly realized what was going on, aurors were trying to take Malfoy, almost presumably to Azkaban.

Harry recognized the auror that was pulling Malfoy away from his mum but couldn't remember his name.

"Mum!" He cried and struggled to get free from the aurors.

"No!" She struggled against the auror to let go of him. "You can't take him!" She screeched her voice and they could all see the tears running down her face.

"Mum please!" He cried. He was crying as well.

Harry knew he couldn't let this happen.

"Leave him alone!" Harry was shocked to see Hermione standing up and walking over to the scene.

"Hermione." Ron said in shock and Harry and he followed her.

Ron grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back but she pushed him off. "No Ron."

Kingsley had made his way over to them. "What's the problem?"

"They can't take him away." Hermione said.

Ron put his hands on her shoulders. "She hasn't slept or eaten a lot in about six months, she's clearly not in her right mind."

"Ron!" Hermione shouted at him. "I am perfectly capable of making decisions right now; stop treating me like a child."

It sure didn't take long for them to start fighting again, Harry thought.

"You can't take him away," Hermione said turning back to Kingsley.

"Ms. Granger, he's a convicted Death Eater," Kingsley said. "I'm afraid there is no further discussion about it."

"No! He may not be the best person in the world, because he is not and he may have joined the Death Eaters voluntarily—"

"Are you helping me or giving a testimony, Granger?" Draco said, while he didn't have his usual strength or confidence, but it was still unmistakably Draco Malfoy.

"But," She sighed. "He did try to help us, when we were captured by the snatchers he refused to admit it was us. He didn't want them to hurt us."

"Ms. Granger—"

"And," Harry said and looked at Narcissa, who was looking hopeless. "If it weren't Mrs. Malfoy…I would be dead right now and Voldemort would not."

Kingsley sighed, and looked as though he were thinking deeply. "You all," He looked towards the Malfoys and motioned for the aurors to release Draco. "Better kiss the ground that Harry Potter walks on, because he just saved you from life in Azkaban. All of you."

"I'd really rather we'd just all forget about that and live our lives hating each other." Harry mumbled.

Kingsley and his men left leaving the six of them standing there.

"We're even now." Harry mumbled and the trio turned around.

"Thank you." Draco whispered.

It was the first and only time that either of them exchanged kind words.

Alright so that's it for the first chapter please review and tell me what you think. I really wrote this because I read other ones and I felt it was missing a lot of things and started getting some (what I thought were) good ideas. So seriously let me know what you think. :)

Also I'm doing my best to write it as in (how to put this) Britain (I'm sorry I don't know how else to explain it) but I am American so there may be a few things that slip through the cracks and if something does please let me know and I shall change it.