That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryfindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

While on my way up the stairs I began to worry about all the things I needed to do before I could go to the tower, realizing that I now had a life time to accomplish this I headed up the stairs and went to my bed. I was relieved to find that Kreacher had already been by and laid out a pair of pajamas and left me with a plate of sandwiches and juice, much like the one Ron and I shared second year. With a small smile I ate and changed before slipping into bed and falling fast asleep.

When I woke up I felt like I hadn't moved in ages and I felt the ache from the past months of living on the run. Gingerly standing up and stretching I hurried to the bathroom with an obvious limp. After relieving myself I looked in the mirror and began taking inventory of my injuries. There were many scrapes and scratches. There were also plenty of deeper scratches and bruises. I slowly made began the trek down to the great hall looking for my loved ones, when I remembered the elder wand. I placed it in my back pocket before heading down to the hall.

I decided to make a detour before going to the hall. I ventured up to the gargoyles. Seeing them still on the floor I decided to try and repair them. Using the elder wand I whispered a quick reparo and the statues looked like new again. Deciding that holding onto the wand a little longer maybe for the best. Then I entered the headmistresses office. I took out my old wand and was able to repair it with the elder wand. After repairing it I tried using it and it responded, but it just felt different. Looking to Dumbledore I seen his eyes twinkle at my confusion. Before realizing that the wand was another connection to Voldemort and with the horocrux being destroyed it all made sense.

"Well Harry, I am pleased to see you again. Though I must admit I am surprised," Dumbledore said with a smile. I looked up, shocked at hearing him speak. He then continued, "I was not sure what would happen when you walked into the forest, but I am nonetheless pleased. Maybe, once you have seen your loved ones you could share your story."

I realized then that I still needed to find the Weasleys, and of course Hermione. I quickly healed my cuts and scrapes, noticing that some formed scars, while others quickly faded away. With that being accomplished I headed back to the hall. Upon entering, I was relieved that none had noticed me, and if they had out of either grief or respect they kept quiet. I made my way to my family and being hugged by all I felt the tears spring to my eyes. Hugging Ginny longer than the rest I let a few tears spill and clung to her. She held me just as tightly and I knew then that we were going to be okay. Together we mourned our losses.

I spent the rest of the day in the hall and once everyone had finally left besides Ginny I looked up at her, still holding her hand I told her how I wish this was as easy as a reparo or an enervate. She gave me a watery smile and squeezed my hand before standing and gently tugging on my arm. Standing up I held her and told her to go ahead I would be shortly behind her.