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This starts when the war between Harry and Voldemort has ended. But Harry strangely receives some memories regarding his parents' lives at Hogwarts. He can finally get to know his parents through their past.
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Harry Potter looked up wearily. The school lay before his eyes in a destructive mess in which people – adults and children alike – had only moments ago been fighting for their lives against the darkest wizards alive. Death eaters. But now, these same formerly confident wizards were cowering in corners, weepily begging for mercy as members of the Order pointed wands at their hearts. Some disappeared in a waft of black smoke, escaping in their cowardice.
On the other hand, several of the school children and professors gathered round the dead. The latter had been courageous, and determined. They had died too young, but they had not died in vain. Lord Voldemort was gone. It was surreal, to believe that one wizard that had wreaked havoc among the wizarding world could have just died so quickly. Yet it hadn't been quick. The laborious process of finding and destroying the horcruxes had extinguished Harry's energy and he dropped to his knees, happy, but tired.
A crowd of red haired Weasleys had assembled around one particular boy. Fred Weasley had been loved, his family and friends never tired of his incessant bouts of energy, and to think that someone so wonderful had just –
Harry looked away. He couldn't digest it just yet. Instead he turned to a spot just a little further away. Tonks and Lupin lay side by side, arms outstretched, but their fingers didn't quite reach. Harry crawled over to them and sat beside them. He was quiet, but inside it ripped at his heart. A tear traced its way down his cheek.
Suddenly a whisper echoed through Harry's ears, and to his surprise Harry felt his wand being pulled towards Lupins head. A silvery stream of what Harry had come to recognize as memories extracted itself from Lupins mind and floated to the tip of Harry's wand.
Harry was weary, but he called out, "Hermione?" Hermione turned away from the Weasley gathering and walked over to where Harry was sitting. "Do you have another vial?" His voice was more urgent, more sure. Hermione recognized it and, sensing the pressing time, quickly removed a vial from the tiny handbag that she had carried with her this past year. She handed it over to him, and his shaking hands clasped it with decisiveness. Gently, Harry tapped the edge of his wand on the corner of the vial and the silver substance fell elegantly to the bottom of the flask.
"What's going on?" This was Ron's voice. He had idled over - eyes still red and sore from sadness at the loss of his brother – to witness the curious spectacle. Except he never got and answer. Harry had rushed past him swiftly and a look from Hermione told him not to intervene.