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Chapter One: Introductions
Harry Potter had taken the shard of Sirius' mirror out of the maul skin pouch, which Hagrid had given him for his birthday. Though there would be no one watching him now as Aberforth had died fighting, he found it oddly comforting, holding something that had once belonged to his father and god father. Harry sighed. He looked around the 7th year dormitory which he had been sleeping in since the end of the war. Now with the funerals over he would be returning to the burrow for the summer. Wether he would return to Hogwarts after the summer he wasn't sure. Dumbledore had recommended the he finish his education with Ron and Hermione. Harry wasn't sure; could he really stand another year with everyone staring at him, muttering behind his back? Now that he had defeated Voldemort the attention would be much worse. Now his life would be filled with people who looked up to him and then others, like the relatives of death eaters, who hated him with fiery passion. Harry couldn't get it right; he just wanted to be normal... He'd give up on that idea ages ago. Harry sighed again then rubbed his scar. Returning for another year wouldn't be so bad would it? He replaced the mirror then walked out of the dormitory, letting the door slam shut behind him.
The trio had taken to spending most of their time sitting by the black lake. Harry was sitting in silence, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Ron and Hermione were muttering to each other and shooting anxious glances at harry. Harry wished they wouldn't. With most of the wizarding population doing this around him the last thing he needed was for his best friends to start. Harry staring out across the black lake at where Dumbledore's tomb had now been restored, did not notice Ginny join them.
'Guys, it's time to go.' Harry looked up startled, 'I'm just gunna say good by to Luna then were to meet McGonagall to be flood to the burrow.'
'Thanks Gin,' Ron replied. Hermione was looking back and forth between Harry and Ginny. Ginny offered Harry a smile which he replied with a small one of his own. Hermione sighed, why wouldn't Ginny and Harry just get over the fact that Harry could have been killed without saying good bye? Then they could move on and everyone would be happy. She smiled at how childish her words were. There were so many things to be happy for, but for the moment everyone was still mourning the loss of family members and friends. Ron shot Hermione a questioning look as her watch the emotions play across her face.
Alright lets go,' Hermione said before Ron could ask Hermione what she was thinking. Harry nodded and climbed to his feet. He was worried about returning to the burrow, guilty about Fred's death, he didn't believe he disserved to be accepted into their home. He would have stayed sitting by the lake instead of facing his second home and family, but Ron and Hermione wouldn't here a word of it. Harry took one last look at the black lake and Dumbledore's tomb, before walking back up to the castle.