Harry Potter sat in the large oval office that he had grown so used to as a youth. Smiling softly as he glanced around the room, his eyes landed on a painting that hung directly before the large, mahogany desk. A pair of eyes stared back at him there, blue and twinkling. Even in a painting, Albus Dumbledore seemed to be able to see right through him, leaving Harry with the feeling that he was being x-rayed. Nodding a greeting in the painting's direction, Harry pushed himself up from the desk and sighed as he turned his bright green eyes to the instruments sitting on tables along the windows. He had inherited some from previous Headmasters, but many he collected throughout his many travels over the years. Now, as Headmaster of Hogwarts, he supposed he understood better than ever just what Albus Dumbledore must have felt and the things he had said so many years ago. Moving to the window, Harry spied several students running throughout the grounds. One girl in particular caught his eye - a girl with vivid, red hair. Chuckling at this, his mind taken back to events that had occurred many years ago, Harry couldn't help but shake his head. He was so glad he hadn't married Ginny Weasley. Fuck her. The end.