So this is just my version of what happened in between the last chapter and the epilogue
And be nice this is my first story
I slowly walked out of Dumbledore's…McGonagall's office I didn't think it would be so easy to stand after so long without sleep. I kept walking not knowing my destination but feeling the need to do something I kept walking. Subconsciously I knew Ron and Hermione were following me but they were so quite I wouldn't have known otherwise. A few minutes later and I found I was standing outside the fat lady not sure how I got there and not knowing what the password was I just stood there, however when the fat lady saw who it was she swung open without hesitation, at any other time I would have been irrationally irritated by the special treatment I was receiving but at this point in time I was so tired that within seconds of walking through the common room I forgot about it..
The common room for the time being was empty as I assume everyone was in the great hall still, I silently turned around and looked Ron in the eye, something passed between us, as brothers and he understood that I just wanted to be alone so I walked away and left Ron and Hermione just standing there. Climbing the stairs to the boy's dormitory I realized that none of the beds belonged to me anymore. This was no longer my home, it hurt to think that I no longer belonged here at Hogwarts as it was the first place I found friends…and a family. Nonetheless I walked to the top and merely claimed a bed, I took my shoes off climbed under the covers and before I knew it the darkness had engulfed me.
Minutes later however I was awoken by shouting being slightly disorientated I went to the bedside table to get my glasses. I then noticed that the door to the dormitory was slightly ajar and as I went to get up I realized who the voices belonged to, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. At the thought of Ginny my mind went back to last night, right before Voldermort used the killing curse against me; I stopped and sat back down on the bed feeling slightly over whelmed. Getting back to life was going to be difficult there were so many memories I wanted to forget so many people I wanted back. My parents, Sirius and then of course Remus and Tonks who left behind a son, my godson, but then of course Fred, my brother and not to mention Colin and all the other people who gave their lives for the cause so that we could have a better life, a free life, a life without Voldermort. Was it so wrong for them to have given their lives when it all could have been avoided if I had not just given myself over earlier, if I had not figured it all out sooner, so many lives could have been spared along with all that extra heartache.
For a few minutes I sat there merely contemplating everything that had happened and with that everything that needed to be done. I first needed to replace Dumbledore's wand and return it to its rightful place, I would also do whatever needed to be don't to help restore that castle. At the thought of how long that would take I got up to take a shower and get ready for the day. After I got out of the shower however I realized I had no clean clothes so I merely used a charm to clean the clothes I was wearing and put them back on I headed out the room. Entering the common room I immediately came face to face with all of the Weasley's, all except one, Fred. For a moment I stood there merely looking at the family, the family I felt I belonged to, but at this moment it wasn't that feeling that came to mind it was the feeling that I was to blame for their fallen son, and that it was my fault that they were one member short. wanting to console me I expect, even in her state with blotchy cheeks and bags under her eyes as she clearly hadn't slept was trying to console me, so all I could do when she reached out a hand to me was walk away and out the portrait hole. There was nothing I could do, it was my fault.
I walked aimlessly around the castle for 10 minutes later trying to clear my head, when I realized that sun was rising, I then realized that a whole day had passed and that I had slept for that entire time. I was shocked by this as I was sure it had only been a few minutes. So confused by everything I thought it best to maybe go see professor McGonagall, to try and tell her as much as I can about the past year as she deserved to know the truth about everything and as I'm sure Dumbledore would agree. However I realized I would need Ron and Hermione's help for that and so against my better judgment went back to the common room to ask them to come with me.
When I walked into the common room I was happy that they were sitting huddled together away from the main group of Weasley and so could easily ask them to leave with me. However at the sounds of my voice Ginny lifted her head off of her arm where I assumed she had fallen asleep at one of the tables. I caught her eye and she must have seen something, something I probably under normal circumstances wouldn't have wanted her to see. However at this she came and grabbed my hand, I just looked at her, stunned y the affection she was showing, after all, all the time we were apart I'd assumed she would have moved on. Or of course it could all just be pity, either way I wasn't going to waste the opportunity and so held on as though it were a life line.
Walking out of the common room and through the various corridors Ron and Hermione kept throwing knowing looks to each other, I thought it might be curiosity about what it was I asked them to do with me not the fact that I wouldn't let Ginny's hand go. Surely they must have known how I felt, after all this time Hermione at least should have known. When we arrived at the gargoyle, I know I didn't have a password but like before I didn't think it would matter, and like I though it without the password stepped aside to let us up into the headmaster's office. After a brief knock and the words come in, McGonagall didn't even looked surprised to see me, a hint of a smile played on her face but all she said was
"How can I help you today potter?"
And so I began telling the story, the story of what happened at the wedding, tottenham court road, grimauld place and the ministry right up until after we escaped gringotts on the dragon. At appropriate time McGonagall "oohed" and "ahhed" but mainly kept quite, Ginny on the other hand who I thought would want to know what happened was much more emotional. Ginny who I had never seen cry before by the end of the story was crying, all emotions leaking unable to stop. I unsure of what to do merely continued the story, the battle of Hogwarts sitting down in the seat next to Ginny and took her hand as some sort of consolidation, she seemed to appreciate it as she met my eyes and smiled, a smile in such contrast to the rest of the emotion on her face which showed sadness and sympathy.
As I explained the last of the story about the elder wand, trusting that McGonagall was indeed trusted enough for the information about the deathly hallows, I sat down satisfied by everything that was said, at the appropriate times Ron would add something or Hermione, Hermione of course telling most of the story of what happened at godrics hollow. And Ron trying to explain the deluminator, I sat down content, not happy in these times I could never be happy but merely content with everything that had happened at that had been said. McGonagall looked satisfied though lying deep under the surface was a hint or worry at everything these children had gone through, as no one that age should have experienced half the things that they had. She merely asked that she be permitted to see some of snape's memories in order to see for herself, trying my hardest to put the record straight I immediately agreed in the hopes it would help to clear his name.
I then got up to leave when McGonagall called me back
"Thank you potter, for everything you have done"
And with that I saw an expression of pride take over her face
At this I got up and left the office holding Ginny's hand again, wondering what was next and where my next steps would lead me.
