Prologue

Harry looked up at the portraits of the past headmasters who had just given him a thunderous round of applause. He then tuned to Dumbledore and began to speak.

"The thing that was hidden in the snitch, I dropped it in the forest don't know exactly where, but I am not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"

Harry saw a smile crack beneath the old wizard as he said, "I do." The other portraits looked completely befuddled. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less then I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"

"No one." replied Harry seeing Dumbledore nod in approval, "But I think I am going to keep Ignotus' present though."

Dumbledore's smile lifted even higher "But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on."

"And then there is this." Harry indicated to the Elder Wand. "I don't want it."

Ron piped up in surprise, "What? Are you mental?"

Harry sighed, "I know it's powerful, but I was happier with mine, so," Harry pulled the broken pieces of his wand out of the pouch around his neck. He laid it down on the desk and hoping for the best said, "Reparo!" The wand came together as Harry put down the Elder Wand in favor of his holly wand."I am putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't? Its previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it." Harry's eyes met Dumbledore's as he had his theory sanctioned.

"Are you sure?" asked Ron, longing for the wand.

"I think Harry's right," Hermione said.

"That wand is more trouble than it's worth. And honestly I've had enough trouble for a lifetime." Harry said. He then put his arms around his two best friends and receded down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, the trio was just pashing the busted gargoyle when harry realized he had forgotten something.

"I'll be right back; I think I've forgotten something." Harry said to Ron and Hermione. He realized he had almost broken his recent promise to Dumbledore and left the Elder Wand on the Headmaster's desk. As Harry approached the top of the stairs he heard Dumbledore's voice start to speak.

"Even in death, my talents when I was alive have given me a bit of insight into the future." Came out the voice of Dumbledore.

"So you plan to just let the wand lay there?" hissed the voice of Severus Snape, the newest portrait in the room.

"I have seen bits of the future and I know that certain things happen for a reason. I can only say that had Harry not left the wand now, he might have let go of it in a quite more painful way." Dumbledore assured Snape. "I know Harry is tired, but he may have a final, if not as important, role in the fore coming events."

"I trust your judgment, Dumbledore, but who, pray tell, will be involved in the coming events? Who will it be?" asked Snape calmer then Harry had ever heard him when he was still alive.

At this point Harry knew he needed to get a better view of the conversation so he drew out his Invisibility Cloak and walked quietly into the room. There he saw Dumbledore pointing to the Pensive that lay across from him. On its rim was a corked bottle containing what Harry knew had to be a memory.

"The Last Prophecy." Dumbledore announced. "When the time comes another will come to stop the forces of dark magic." Dumbledore turned in the direction of Harry and Harry felt the same sensation he had felt years ago when he and Ron had been hiding under the cloak while Hagrid was being taken away. "But no one should worry about it now. It could be years from now and when the time comes, we can only hope that the light that had shined from Harry will reveal itself once more. Within him and the other."

Harry knew he didn't need to hear this, whatever would happen he would be prepared for it. When the time comes, Harry will do what is needed but for now Harry knew his adventure was over. So he headed down the stairs and took off the cloak. As much as he loved it, he hoped he would never need it again, for Voldemort was dead; for the war was over.

All was well.

Eight Years later

July 27, 2006

Potter Family Home

"Hold him will you?" asked Harry's wife, Ginny.

Harry scooped up the little bundle from Ginny's hands as she drifted into the next room. Ten day ago, July 17th, Harry's second son, Albus Severus, was born. Harry was burning with joy. He enjoyed holding his child, it helped him relax. It helped him forget about all the troubles in the world. The head of the Auror department was just found dead and at the worst time possible. The Muggle world was becoming wise onto the Wizarding world. It seemed that magic was failing. In the last few years, magic had become sort of cursed itself. No one dared to speak of it out loud, but it was known, especially because simple Muggle repelling charms had failed and had given glimpses of the Wizarding world to the wrong people. Yes, it was a distressing time, but here with his son, Harry felt at peace.

Harry rocked his child back and forth for several minutes until a piece of Albus' blanket fell off. Harry reached to go get it when he noticed something on Albus. As he held his son, Harry saw on Albus' back and red-orange scar. Frantic, Harry called out, "Ginny!"

Ginny rushed in looking and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look." Harry indicated to Albus' back.

"It's a-" Ginny began.

"Wand. It's a wand." Harry said. It was then that Harry recalled the events of so long ago in Dumbledore's office when he overheard the former headmasters speaking with each other of the future and of a prophecy.

"So," Harry looked from his wife to his son, "it has begun."