Harry sat on the top of the Astronomy Tower watching the sunset over the forbidden forest. This would be the last sunset he would probably see at Hogwarts, as a student anyway, unless he took up Professor McGonagall's offer to teach.
Somehow, he didn't feel ready for that yet; his whole life had been tied to Voldemort through the cursed scar. He thought about the people who'd been loss in the second war, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Neville and Hagrid his first friend and so many others in the Light's defense. His friends had died for him and to bring an end to Voldemort reign of terror; he sat there mourning their loss when Dumbledore's words came back to him. "Those we love never leave us, Harry,"
"Harry," Hermione called from the doorway, standing next to Ron. "We've been looking all over for you, we need to go, the leaving feast begins in a few minutes."
"You two go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." He smiled as they turned to leave, what would he have done without them. The search for the Horcruxes had been hard on all three of them, particularly Hermione in her determination to prove she could not only do her Newts, but do them well. The horcruxes...
He remembered the fear he had felt when he had aimed his wand at Voldemort and had said the killing curse. How he had hoped that the last piece of Voldemort's soul was indeed residing in Tom's body and that the scar on his forehead did not represent a more sinister link than it already did. The words of the Prophecy rang in his head, "neither can live while the other does."
Those words had determined his life so far, represented by the scar as the marked one, his parents and childhood had been taken from him. Truly neither could live while the other did, as, Voldemort only half-existing, whilst he himself was never able to live or lead a normal or full life.
"Harry," Ginny said gently. "Ron and Mi said you were here, I thought you might need someone to give you a nudge in the right direction,"
"Gin, you realise that if I was suicidal that comment would be vastly inappropriate considering my choice of seating." He joked, his heart lifting as he looked at her, the sun catching her hair with its last light.
"Then it's could that you've got your life ahead of you. Now move, else you won't, since Mi will surely have your head if you're not in time to give the Heads' speech with her!"
Harry grinned and got up, putting his arm round Ginny's shoulders. With one last look at the sun as it finally set, he went through the door. Ginny was right, now was his time to live, for himself and for those who sacrificed themselves for what was right. The lightning shape scar which had been the bane of his existence, representing his mother's love for him which meant that she could not be there for him and as a meter for the lingering presence of Voldemort's soul and his moods, was now just that. A lightning-shape scar.