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Special thanks to Anna for helping me with this chapter!

Timeline: A few weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Harry sat under a tree in the Burrow's garden. It was a lovely summer's afternoon, just as it had been every day for the last couple of weeks. Things were going as well as could be expected. Funerals have come and gone- all with terrible sadness. The Weasleys had mourned- but when George had gone back to his old self, pulling a harmless prank on Pig by giving him a canary cream cake, a coupledays ago, everyone seemed to be trying to move on. And Ginny- Ginny was wonderful. She was the most incredible person in the world. Harry didn't know how he had survived almost a year without her.

He could hear laughter and he knew Hermione and Ron were coming. They were almost inseparable and Harry could see a new glow in Hermione, one he hadn't seen before.

"Ready, Harry?" Hermione asked as she and Ron sat down on the grass next to him.

"I suppose. It's now or never," Harry replied.

They had wanted to have that conversation for a while now. Since the battle, they hadn't talked about horcrux hunting, Malfoy Manor, anything about the war. They had postponed press conferences, only giving a brief description of what they had done to Kingsley. Earlier that morning, they had decided that finally, they would have to have that conversation.

"We-we better clean the story up. There's a lot of polishing to do. We better had be sure of what we're saying before we start talking to the press," Hermione said.

"Alright. I suppose we should tell them the main facts. My meetings with Dumbledore, the memories, and the night he-he died," said Harry with some sadness in his voice.

"Yes, we might as well start the beginning. We should tell them everything."

"Not everything," Ron said, looking alarmed.

"Yes, of course, not everything," Hermione told him.

"I suppose we won't tell them about the horcrux torturing us," Ron said.

"Or about when you destroyed the horcrux," Harry said. As he was saying it, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Ron was wincing and Hermione was staring curiously at them.

"Ron? Harry? What happened? You didn't really say when you two came back," Hermione said.

"Harry- Voldemort didn't kill you, but one day, I will," Ron said looking at Harry.

"Yeah, I know, sorry mate. You better tell her. She will keep bothering you until you tell her. I'll- I'll leave you two alone to talk," Harry said, starting to get up.

"No, stay here Harry," Ron said. He turned to Hermione. "When Harry told the locked to open, there was a voice, Riddle's voice saying all of my insecurities. He said that I was the least loved by a mother craving a daughter. That I was least loved, by the girl who preferred my best friend, always second best."

Hermione started to say something, Ron stopped her by putting his finger on her lips.

"Let me finish. Then, two figures came out of the locket, you and Harry."

"Me and Harry?"

"Yes. You said that you'd never love me, that who could love me, when Harry was around. Then- then you kissed."

"We kissed? Oh Ron! You know that I love you!"

"Yeah I know."

Ron and Hermione started kissing tenderly and Harry pointedly looked away not wanting to interfere.

"You still love me though, right?" Harry asked suddenly. Ron and Hermione then
broke their kiss and looked at Harry. The three of them started laughing. It felt good to laugh once more.

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