Chapter 1: Beginning of the End

Harry Potter stared at his now cold cup of coffee, within the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

'Dad?' Harry heard the words distantly, drifting into his mind. He lazily turned his head to where the origins of the voice resided, not even looking at it properly. 'Dad? Are you alright?' said James to his father whilst his wife, Julia, poured James a cup of pumpkin juice and chatted to their children. Not that they were really children anymore, considering that James Potters youngest was now 27.

'Huh? Oh, yes, fine, grand!' Harry replied with a dazed look and limp smile. He lifted up the milk white cup with his coffee in and took a huge gulp, which he instantly regretted. 'Eurgh! This coffee's cold!' He instantly put the cup aside and gathered a piece of fresh toast from the platter, and continued to apply dollops of jam to.

'Well, no wonder, Papa, you've been sat there for twenty minutes, having a staring contest with it!' exclaimed Harrys youngest granddaughter, Amelia. She was twenty-seven, with a slim build, and those signature green eyes. 'Are you sure you're feeling alright?' She asked sympathetically to her Grandfather.

'Yes, I'm fine, didn't sleep well last night is all. I'll just go for a walk. Fresh air. I'll see you later.' He replied, quickly standing up, his long, white beard following him. He walked out the Great Hall, minus the spring in his step he had lost a few months ago. This was the major concern for his family. He didn't seem as young as he used to be, even though he was now 75, no longer the Boy Who Lived, but now the Man Who Lived. The years had caught up to him over the past few weeks. His bright green eyes had lost there shine, and seemed to be enveloped in a milky film. His jet black hair had now become a snow white colour, along with his beard showing the same features.

'Maybe he's just a little under the weather?' Harrys oldest grandson exclaimed to the table. 'I mean, there has to be something going round, with all these people here' the 25 year old explained, whilst glancing round the room with the almond shaped green eyes glancing across the room.

'I hope so, Ryley.' Said James, agreeing with his son, looking at entrance to the Great Hall where his father had just disappeared round the corner.

Harry wondered the majestic halls of Hogwarts, revealing in the fact that it seemed nothing had changed since he first came here, like the Battle of Hogwarts had never been. The reason he was here, along with his 3 children, there husbands and wives, 9 grandchildren and 30 other relatives, along with his god son, was because of one reason. Celebration. Yes, it was Hogwarts 1,165th year of being a school. The Headmistress, Clarissa Longbottom, daughter of Neville and Hannah Longbottom, held a rather large get together for the various people who had played an important role within the school, or were ex-students and staff members, so naturally, the entire Potter-Weasley clan had been invited.

Harry seemed to have had mixed feelings about returning to the school. On one hand, he was excited to return to this place of education, to actually observe its beauty rather than going to teach classes for the Defence Against the Dark Arts, and re-live his past experiences, like running around the school after hours with Ron under the invisibility cloak, or having Hermione helping him with Charms homework in the Gryffindor common room. He even revelled in the memories of duelling with Malfoy in the first year of Hogwarts. However, with each happy thought of his past, it simply reminded Harry of how alone he actually was in the world. Well, not alone exactly, he still did have his family by his side, but all his friends, enemies, and teachers had now passed on. He was the last student of his generation of Hogwarts to be alive. The last Gryffindor . The last of the 'Big Seven' as he and the others had been called over the years.

Harry wandered to the courtyard, and over to the still standing tree of where Malfoy was transfigured into a white ferret. Harry chuckled to himself slightly at the thought of the fake Professor Moody performing the spell. Harry had never really got on with Malfoy, not even after the war, but at leas they were civil enough. Not civil enough for first name bases however.

Harry lowered himself under the shade of the old tree, pulling out his wand in the process and flicking some dead leaves from the tree entertainingly, turning them Slytherin green and sparkling silver as he re-called how the news of the blondes' death had reached him, he had only been 45 when it occurred.

Harry was glad to hear that Draco had at least died a good, generous man, even if it wasn't for Harry. It was for his family.

Ok, so this is my first Fanfiction EVER and I am a bit worried at like the reception it will recieve, so, any people out there who like it, or can think of improvements, please, tell me so I can sort it out :D

Later chapters still to come :D

*Disclaimer: All Harry Potter books, and related franchise, are owned by the lovely J.K. Rowling, and I claim no ownership at all :D

-Reece x