A/N now if you think that this is going to be one of my insane 'mad-up-when-I-was-on-a-sugar-high' fanfic then you're sadly mistaken. This will have humour (at least that is what I am planing) so if you want a wacky one go to my profile and there will be many to read at your disposal. Now on with the fic!
Disclaimer: Don't even get me started about this! Do you really think I'm J.K? And if you don't know who J.K is you must have been living under a rock for the past few years.
There was a flash of green light and then there was silence. No one moved. Everyone only had eyes and ears for the crumbled figure on the floor and the limp dead figure beside it.
The crumpled figure rose showing a small flicker of a smile.
The figure turned around to masked figures all around saying "Well it was nice knowing you…" With a wave of his wand the followers of the Dark Lord fell to the ground chained.
After a long pause of shocked silence a girl with brown bushy hair said, "Harry, are you ok?" The figure of a young man smiled "Why wouldn't I be Hermione?" The members of the Order of the Phoenix started rising from the ground. Lupin put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Mate, you did what you had to do…" Ron said trying to comfort the-boy-who-lived.
Harry turned to a limp figure. Looking into the blank eyes of a friend. Sadness filled Harry's eyes as he picked up the body, staggering under the weight of the corps, knowing that he will never talk to Neville Longbottom again.
The boy-who-lived lives again!
Late last night Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived had one last stand with He Who Must Not Be Named.
Mr. Potter had concurred against You-know-who after many deaths including Mr. Neville Longbottom, Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance, various Death Eaters and none other than Peter Pettegrew believed to have died by Sirius Black, innocent of all charges placed against him.
No news from Mr. Potter as of yet. Mr. Potter is rumoured to be hiding in family and friends homes.
Various arrests were taken in place after the event. Including Narcissa Malfoy (see pg 8), Avery Rookwood (see pg 8), Draco Malf-
Hermione took her eyes off the paper and looked into Harry's eyes "You should see her you know?"
Harry looked away from her "I don't want her to get hurt!"
Hermione eyed Harry "It's the end of the war you know? It's over!"
"That doesn't mean that she is safe with me around! People out there are still ready to avenge their master's death!"
Hermione sighed "Like who?"
"Like Bellatrix! Who else? She is still at large! She escaped remember?"
Hermione took a deep breath "Harry… you need to see her. Just go and talk to her. I ask nothing more."
Just then Ron came in bringing in with him Fred and George.
"Congratulations mate!" said Fred.
"Or more like sad greetings by the looks of things…" said George looking at Harry's face.
"Harry how can you be sad after just beating the unbeatable… well now that you mention it he really all along was beatable…" said Fred seeing the look on Harry's face as well.
Ron growled "Get lost Fred can't you see it's not the time!"
"Actually I think it's the perfect time!" but seeing the looks on Ron and Hermione's face, left with no more to be said.
Harry jumped up and left the room leaving Ron and Hermione still as stone.
What am I going to do? I want to see her but what will she think of me after all this time? Probably going to through me out as soon as she sees my ugly face! I wouldn't blame her really after all I've done to her!
Harry was walking around the streets of London having just left Grimmauld Place. Harry wanted to see her, he knew that much, but how would she react? And more importantly, will she be safe around him?
Harry trudged up the street back to Grimmauld knowing that people would have wondered where he got to.
Hermione and Ron stood at the door of number 12 Grimmauld Place. "Are you coming to the Burrow Harry?" asked Hermione.
Harry didn't answer. He just looked outside the window beside him.
Hermione tried again thinking he hadn't heard her "Are you coming to the Burrow Harry?"
Harry didn't say a thing and shocked Hermione when he got up from his sitting position and nodded.
Where are you Harry? What are you doing!
A girl sat at the windowsill tears falling down her eyes. The girl had long red hair that cascaded down her back. Her brown eyes filled with tears as she waited for the boy-who-lived to come, he knew where to find her. But he still hadn't shown up.