The elderly man lay in his bed, beneath a quilt made from patches of gold and maroon. His wife had made it for him many years ago, "So you never forget your first real home", she had said. He ran his bony pale fingers over the worn patches, amazed that they still held the same brilliance they had when he received it. He turned his head ever so slightly, directing his eyes toward the picture on his bedside table. A smile crept on his face as he remembered that day, his first day of freedom. Even many years after the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the fact that the weight of the world was no longer on his shoulders still seemed surreal. He watched as the figures in the picture sat by a large tree laughing as the Giant Squid continued to tease the red haired boy by gently poking him in the back with his tentacle. As he closed his eyes he could remember the joy he felt. It was the beginning of life for him, the chance to really live. The ever pounding fear in his heart slowed to a steady content rhythm and closing his eyes only brought the back of his eye lids, gone were the images of red snake like eyes full of immense hatred. Opening his green orbs to the sunlight peeking through the curtains of his bedroom window, he followed the walls lined with elegant picture frames containing years of pure and endless bliss. Moments of breathless "I do's", unsteady first steps, and sparkling trick candles. Vacations by the ocean and elegantly wrapped presents beneath a tree. Two rambunctious boys identical to there father and one charming little girl the essence of her mother. His eyes fell to his aged hands, fingering the gold wedding band on his left hand. The worn ring still remained on his finger, two years had passed since her death, and every day he missed her still more terribly. Sometimes he swears he can still hear her infectious laugh. But knows life will to come to a close for him, and he will see her again, sitting by that tree by the lake reading "Hogwarts, A History." For while life was an amazing adventure, as a wise old headmaster once told him, "To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." And as Harry Potter closed his eyes for the last time, he would take that advice with him, in anticipation for the amazing adventures that he would encounter, a best friend on each arm and a happiness that even the darkest of beings can never take away from you. Because for Harry Potter, it was never an end it was only the beginning.