Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter but, sadly it is not I. Ms. J.K. Rowling is a fantastic and brilliant writer. She is such an inspiration.
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Chapter 1:
Harry wandered aimlessly at the grounds under his invisibility cloak, thanks to Luna for distracting everyone so that he could get away even for awhile from everyone. Destruction was all around him, half the castle was torn and in rubbles, traces of blood are still evident from the past event. Even Hagrid's hut burnt to ashes, trees from the Forbidden forest were mangled and burned and footsteps from the giants and centaurs' hooves were also visible.
When Luna asked him if he wants to be alone for a little while, he took it without moment's hesitation, bless her soul. Right now he cannot comprehend the loss of some of his classmates and the ones that he considered family. He had to get fresh air. As he was walking outside covered in his invisibility cloak he couldn't help thinking that Lupin, the last remaining link from his parents are gone. Tonks, Fred and even Snape who he considers mortal enemy but now owes his life to him will never come back. He has to do something so that Professor Snape's name will not get tarnished further. After wandering for almost half an hour, he sat under the oak tree by the lake, thinking of the past events and of what lay ahead. He stared out across the black lake; it was a beautiful day with soft breeze in the air. He almost thinks that Mother Nature is out celebrating with him and he smiled to himself. He was lost in his reverie when suddenly he heard someone approaching, he did not take his cloak off he does not want anyone to find that he's here. When he saw who it was his heart started to beat fast. The one person I'd love to be right now, he thought to himself. Ginny sat at the big rock beside the oak tree. She has a sad look in her beautiful face, Harry knows that she must be devastated by the loss of her brother Fred; she was close to the twins as much as she was close to Ron.
Ginny stared out across the horizon, thinking of Harry. His face dirty and tired looking; when she saw Harry's limp body in Hagrid's arms thinking that he's dead, even her blood-curdling scream terrified her and she shuddered at the thought and started crying. This is the reason why she went outside she does not want anyone seeing her crying and weak. She wonders where Harry gone, she knows him all too well, he wants to be alone for now. Ginny was very thankful that her brothers did not follow her, they almost though until she made clear that she wants to be alone right now and didn't need protection; she thought to herself. Last night, when she and Hermione were dueling with Bellatrix, not one of the older witches had hit her, though there had been one close with the killing curse. When suddenly her mum stepped in and battled with the psychotic witch. Ginny wondered if Bellatrix managed to kill her what Harry would do. Again she shuddered at the thought. Harry has been watching her for awhile seeing all different emotions playing across her beautiful face. He made to get up and snapped a twig, Ginny snapped around wand in hand and yelled,
"Stupefy!" Harry although tired and hurt still managed to blocked her hex.
"Oi Ginny it's me, Harry!" Half hidden behind the tree cloak in hand, Harry peered at Ginny. She looked at him. He was dirty and covered in blood that was now drying. To Ginny he looked like he might pass out soon and sleep for eternity.
"I'm sorry, I should've made myself present when I saw you come out from the Castle, and I did not mean to startle you." Harry apologized and walked towards Ginny.
"Bloody Hell! I almost knocked you out. Are you okay?" Ginny asked him, stuffing her wand back in her cloak.
"I'm fine," Harry answered sheepishly his breathing rugged, not looking at her; he knew Ginny was staring at him with concern in her eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay? You looked like you could use a bath and rest." Ginny said concern visible in her tone. Moments passed and both did not say anything. Ginny waited for Harry to say something. When he didn't, she turned around and started walking away but before she could go further she turned around so fast she almost knocked Harry off his feet.
"Listen Harry if you don't want to talk to me that's fine. You obviously don't ca-" beforeshe could finish what she was about to say Harry took her by the shoulder and said in a controlled voice.
"Don't you even say or think that I don't care about you...how can you think that? I did what I did because of you and everyone in your family but, mostly you Ginny! I was protecting you because if then Voldemort found out that you are the only person I will kill for. I broke it off, Yes! To protect you, I had a special connection into Voldemort's mind and I did not want him getting to you and using you to get to me just like he did to Sirius. And now he's gone! If he did that to you, what do you think I would do? It would have killed me Ginny!" Harry was panting and crying with a wild look, his emerald eyes blazing with intensity that Ginny had never seen before and she felt ashamed.
Ginny made to hug him but, scared that he would turn her away instead she asked, "When I kissed you on my birthday before you left...you avoided me after that...and I… I thought that you didn't care anymore, that you wouldn't come back to me." Ginny now crying and Harry felt like a prat making her cry.
Harry took her in his arms and said, "Whatever you thought, It was wrong! I care for you. When we kissed that day, I wanted to ask you to take me back but, I got scared for your safety then Ron came in and I lost my nerve."
"Stupid git. I'm sorry Harry, I really am." Ginny said.
They both laugh at the thought. "Well yeah, sometimes he can be a git. Ginny, when I thought that I might die and not finding what we need to find to defeat Tom I felt so helpless and I felt bad for hurting you. The thought of you are the ones that keep me going"
"What in Merlin's pants are you on about Harry?"
"Ginny if I asked you then to take me back and go off looking for the things that we need to find, and I ended up dead, would you have moved on with your life?"
Ginny sigh and answered in a soft voice, "No. I don't think so."
"I thought so. That's why I avoided you even though it tears me apart." Harry paused and looked into Ginny's eyes. She noticed that his breathing is quite heavy and his face looked a lot paler, he looked like he might faint. "When I went into the forest to face him, my thoughts were only on you."
"Why did you go? Do you know what it did to me when I saw Hagrid carrying you thinking that you were dead? I thought I would die right there! Oh, Harry!"
When she hugged him, Harry winced and clutched his chest. Ginny pushed herself away from Harry and saw the front of his robes was wet and sticky when she lifted his robes she saw that his shirt was soaked with blood. Ginny gasped and Harry looked down and winced once again, Ginny opened his shirt and saw a big wound gushing blood on his chest.
"Oh! Merlin's pants Harry, you're hurt. You have to lie down, I will call for help." While she helped Harry on the ground she sent a Patronus to Ron and Hermione and asked them to send Pomfrey. Harry looks like he's going to faint soon.
"Oh, Harry! Lie still let me try and close the wound...to stop...the bleeding..." Ginny can't help the tears that have started to roll down her cheeks. How many more sacrifices and pain will Harry have to suffer? Ginny thought to herself.
"It's okay Ginny; I think it will heal on its own seeing it's caused by Dark Magic..."
"No, Harry...you might bleed to death! Now hold still." Ginny's hand was shaking while she tried to stop the bleeding on Harry's wound. She tried not to cry when Harry took her hand and kissed it. Ginny straightened up when she heard thundering footsteps approaching them. Ron and Hermione appeared first followed by a very tired looking Madame Pomfrey and a very dirty Hagrid. When Ron saw Harry he gasped his best mate looked so pale and there's a steady flow of blood coming from his chest, Hermione knelt in front of her friend and tried to help Ginny to stop the bleeding, she was crying and muttering incantations. Madam Pomfrey took over and managed to stop the bleeding but Harry passed out.
"Hagrid please carry Mr. Potter to the infirmary. We must hurry! He lost a lot of blood and his chest needs tending immediately! He has two broken ribs." Madame Pomfrey instructed everyone. Professor McGonagall saw the lot when they entered the Great Hall; she hurried to them and asked what had happened. Ron and Hermione explained to her while they followed Hagrid to the school infirmary. Hagrid put Harry down the bed gently and let Madame Pomfrey do her job. The Med Witch conjured a bottle of blood replenishing potion and poured some down his mouth. With the help of Ginny, the witch bandaged his chest. After she tended to Harry, the Med Witch opened the curtain and told everyone that she did all that she could and they'd just have to see if he was fine.
"How is he, Poppy?" asked Professor McGonagall. "He's going to be alright. He just needs to rest and not move for a while. The broken ribs were worse than I expected but, he will gain full recovery. He's a strong boy. I will check upon him later. You lot," she said talking to Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Hagrid, "Can go see him, but only for a while." After she talked to Minerva she checked her other patients. Hours passed and Madame Pomfrey came back to administer another dose of Blood replenishing potion to Harry and saw the three teenagers and Hagrid were still keeping vigil at his bedside. As soon as she administer the potion, Harry stirred but went back to sleep. She told everyone that he will probably sleep for a while and it's best to go and help at the Great Hall. Ginny, Hermione and Ron stood up reluctantly. They did not want to leave Harry, they knew they should stay with him in case he woke up but, Madame Pomfrey assured them that she would summon them if he were to wake up. No one argued and after Ginny and Hermione kissed Harry on the forehead and they all left followed by Hagrid.
When they reached the Great Hall the room looked like a battle front, Ginny thought. At the thought of Harry and her dead brother Fred and the past battle she couldn't help but to cry. Hermione sensed this and took her hand, squeezed it and led her inside The Great Hall. They saw that the Four House Tables are no where in sight. They were replaced by beds occupied by injured students and adults alike with families keeping vigil at their sick beds. At the farthest corner of the Hall a white curtain were draped making it as a partition for all the ones who died. Ginny knew that her family and Tonks and Lupin were behind that curtain and she choked back her tears.
Charlie emerged from the curtain and saw his little sister, his brother Ron and Hermione he waved at them, she ran to him and buried her face to her brother's chest and burst out in tears. Mrs. Weasley heard them and came out from behind the curtain followed by the family; she took her from her son's arms and crooned to her.
"Hush now, sweetheart. Everything's going to be alright. There's nothing we can do now, we have to be brave and strong at this time of need, Freddy would've liked that." Mrs. Weasley said in a brave voice. Ginny knew that her mum was trying to be strong for them and doesn't deserve heartache but, she can't help herself the tears just keeps on flowing like a river. In the distance Professor McGonagall saw the family and decided to come over and give them her support.
"Arthur, Molly… how are you holding up? I am really sorry for your loss; you know I'm here if you need anything and on behalf of Hogwarts staff and myself we want to thank you." Before she could say anything else, Arthur put up his hand and told her that it's their duty to protect all those people and innocent children who will be murdered by a suicidal maniac if they didn't do anything.
"Miss Weasley, I know how close you are to your brothers and… Fred will be remembered for what he did to the Wizarding World you are all very lucky you had such a wonderful son brother and friend. He was a hero," her eyes misted with unshed tears as she continues, "Fred would have been a very successful businessman, he was very good at what he did. He and his brother George always attached to the hips, full of life… mischief too! I've never laughed so hard in my life when they set off those fireworks to chase that dreadful woman. Always happy to help others, loved making people laughed he will be missed terribly including me," she looked at George fondly and hugged the boy.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hugged the older witch and told her it would be alright. Professor McGonagall wiped her eyes and turned to leave the family and Hermione at their grief. Mrs. Weasley inquired if they saw Harry, they told her what happened and told her that he will be fine. After a moment's silence Mrs. Weasley sniffed and said, "Everything will be alright. We will all get through this." Mr. Weasley hugged his wife and told her that it was going to be alright; his family was strong and together they could get through this. Everyone went to them and hugged their mum and dad; they knew she was hurting the most. They were still huddled together when they heard someone clearing his throat. They all looked up and saw Kingsley Shacklebolt standing just feet apart from the family. With him was Aberforth Dumbledore.
'Arthur, Molly we're sorry for your loss if you need anything at all please let us know we're all here for you. And forgive us we know this is not the right time to tell you and the family but, Aberforth just received a note from the Ministry. They want me to act as a Minister for Magic until everything is sort out and I would like you Arthur to be my Senior Undersecretary unless you have other plans. We can talk about this later. We just want you to know right away. I am really sorry for your loss; Fred was such a good lad."
Arthur and Molly decided that they would take Fred's remains with them to The Burrow to be buried as soon as everything got sorted out. Teachers that perished would be buried in the Hogwarts Grounds. Molly informed Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey that they would take Harry with them when as soon as he is able to travel.
Harry stirred and opened his eyes, first thing he saw was a head resting on the side of the bed he noticed the hair was a vivid red and knew that it was Ginny, when he turned on his head on the other side he saw Ron and Hermione lying down beside each other on a cot. He smiled to himself and was glad that his two best friends finally realized that they do have feelings for each other. Harry caressed Ginny's cheek and thought that he would be lucky if Ginny took him back; he smiled again and thought that he will work on how he will make her take him again. As if she felt that someone or something was staring at her, Ginny opened her eyes and looked into the most brilliant green eyes that she loved so much. She straightened up and smiled at Harry.
"Hi, sleepy head," Harry said his mouth twitching.
"Harry! How are you feeling? I'm so glad you're awake! You gave us quite a scare. Do you want anything? Here drink this; Madame Pomfrey said you must, as soon as you wake up." Ginny said rapidly.
"Merlin's pants Gin, let the man breathe," Ron said with a smile on his freckled face. He and Hermione woke up from the noise. Hermione hugged him and told him that they were glad he's finally awake. Harry asked them how long he's been out and Ron told him that he's been asleep for nearly four days. They told him that some of their classmates that died were already buried including Lavender and Seamus. They also told them that Fred would be buried the day after tomorrow, followed by Tonk's and Lupin's funeral. At this news Harry could not help himself and he started to cry. His friends hated giving him the bad news like this, especially when he just woke up from his injury himself but, there was no other way to break the news to him. Ginny took him in her arms and he quietly cried on her shoulder, while Ron held Hermione who was also crying.
The four friends did not hear footsteps coming towards Harry's bed until they heard Molly speak. "Harry, thank God you're awake. How are you feeling son?" Ginny removed herself from him while Molly hugged him. Harry could not look her in the eye. He felt so ashamed and guilty. Molly knew what the boy was thinking so she said in her most stern voice,
"Harry! Look at me and listen: You mustn't blame yourself for what happened. Arthur and I do not blame you for Fred's death. Everyone would have fought still even if Arthur and I forbid them to do so because, we knew… Fred knew and everyone else if we didn't stand and fought we would not live in peace." Harry was sobbing and in a choked voice he said, "I know Mrs. Weasley but, if it were not for me those people innocent and not wouldn't have died and their families wouldn't have suffered."
Arthur took the younger man's hand and looked at his anguished face he considered one of his own in front of him. "Harry, Molly's right we don't blame you and I'm sure family who suffered from the hands of V… Voldemort… and his Death Eaters are happy the Wizarding World will now live in peace because of you. Lad, we knew there's going to be a consequence for fighting evil. It's true we will not see Fred again but, I knew he did not die in vain."
The old couple let him cry for awhile then Mrs. Weasley asked, "Now… how are you feeling? Are you well enough to travel? Poppy wants to release you if you are up to it. We would like for you to stay with us at The Burrow until you decide what where you want to stay." Harry looked at all of them waiting for his answer; he sighed and nodded his head in agreement. Madame Pomfrey peeked in her head and saw that Harry was up and decided to check his wound and told him that his broken ribs healed nicely she also prescribed some potions to administer to some of his bruising, and told him that he could leave whenever he wants. Mr. Weasley said that he will go and tell Professor McGonagall that they would be on their way.
It's the day of Tonk's and Lupin's funerals and Harry dreaded this day to come from the minute he found out. The service was attended by many of Tonks' colleagues from the Auror Department and the remaining Order of the Phoenix. It was a small service, and they were buried together. It broke Harry's heart when little Teddy started crying when the Priest gave his blessings. The tiny baby extended his tiny hand and cried some more when the dirt touched his parents' coffin as if he knew that he will never see them again, will never hear their voices, they will never see their son grow up, hear his first word and his first smile. Teddy will never know how truly wonderful and loving his parents were. At least had a grandmother that will fill that void and Harry vowed that he will give all the love and caring that he never got from his own relatives. Harry cried so hard that day and thought that he would never stand through another funeral, but he managed to attend another one. It was Fred's turn and his funeral was held at the back garden in The Burrow.
A small podium was arranged in front of a single white coffin containing Fred's remains. People sat in front of the podium. When the Priest finished his sermon he asked George to come forward, George stepped into the podium wiped his eyes and cleared his throat he looked in front of him he saw many people who loved Fred.
"Hello everyone," he cleared his throat and looked where his family were sitting and saw his mum weeping quietly, his dad's arm wound on her shoulder. "My family and I would like to thank you all for coming today. Fred was my twin, the better half of me and we were Forge and Gred to many of our close friends and families. I remember him telling me that we would grow old together, have family of our own and our children will grow up together and play together. I, too, always knew that we would always be together watching each other's back and be always there for each other." He stopped and composed himself before he continue on, "I knew my brother did not die in vain, he fought for what was right and although we will not see him again he will always be forever in my heart and all those who knew and loved him. Brother, thank you for all the memories happy and sad, life with you was always fun. So long, until we see each other again." George wiped his eyes looked up and saluted, then flicked his wand and white doves flew out of its tip. Not one in the crowds had dry eyes when George finished his eulogy and everyone looked up and be amazed of how talented he is even in a face of a crisis. He stepped down from the podium wiping the tears that were rolling down his face. When he passed by his parents he saw that his dad who was their rock were crying too. This is going to be a really difficult time for all of us, especially for me and mum, George thought.
George sat down beside Ron and saw that Harry was weeping quietly, so he put his arm around the younger man's shoulder and told him that everything would be alright. Once again the Priest stood up and gave his last blessing and asked the family and friends to say their last good-byes. Mrs. Weasley was the last one that laid the single white rose on her son's coffin: a mother should never have to bury her child; Mrs. Weasley thought as she touched her son's face and whispered her last goodbye, her eyes watering once more. It seemed like yesterday when Fred and George did a prank on their brother Charlie. Even at times of trouble they always managed to make everyone laugh and forget that trouble was brewing and for just one moment life must go on.
Mrs. Weasley felt an arm around her and looked up to see that it was Arthur; his smile was sad, he looked like he could use some rest. Mr. Weasley's eyes were puffy and red from crying. He took her in his arms while she wept quietly and was like that for a while when the Priest came up to them and said in a whisper that it was time. The husband and wife nodded their agreement and took one last look at the boy they both loved so much. The Priest flicked his wand and said an incantation and the coffin vanished. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thanked everyone and asked them to stay for a small reception.
The day after the funeral Harry decided that he wants to go away and grieve somewhere where no one knew him as 'The Boy Who Lived'; he knew he would have a hard time dealing with the coming days ahead. He felt so guilty every time he looked at Molly and the whole family. He knew in his heart that it was not his fault but, he was having trouble accepting the fact. He needed to talk to Kingsley and Mr. Weasley before he lost his nerve. He has 12 Grimmauld Place in his possession but he doesn't want to stay in a place that made him more depressed. He decided that the sooner he could talk to Mr. Weasley and Kingsley the better. He decided that he would talk to Mr. Weasley first. One night after dinner, Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the back shed where he kept all Muggle related things.
Mr. Weasley looked up when the shed door opened and saw Harry; his usually bright green eyes were dull and almost full of…PAIN. His always untidy black hair was longer than usual. The older Weasley sighed and waved for him to come in. Arthur noticed that Harry was thinner than usual; he knew he had a hard time dealing with what happened.
"Harry, come on in. How are you holding up lad?" Mr. Weasley stopped what he was doing and sat on a nearby chair and gestured Harry to do the same. "I'm fine Mr. Weasley. How about you? ... and what do you have here?" asked Harry fingering what looked like a toaster that was mangled, and now resembled a funny looking flat iron. Harry smiled despite his nervousness of what he was about to ask Mr. Weasley. "Oh… that, I don't know exactly. My colleague at the Ministry gave it to me he's a Muggle-born and he told me that it ran eclectrically," Mr. Weasley explained and Harry laughed. Mr. Weasley loved everything Muggle related. "It's electrically, Mr. Weasley." Harry explained.
The older wizard waved his wand and a steaming cocoa materialized in front of them, he handed one to Harry and sipped his own. Harry cleared his throat and said thank you. "Now, Harry what do I owe this visit from you? Is there something you want to tell me?" Again the young wizard cleared his throat. "Mr. Weasley I want to tell you and asked your opinion about something. I've been thinking of this for a long time…ohm… well since after the battle and all the funerals after that. I'm thinking of going away for a little while and I want to let you know that I want leave half of my inheritance from Sirius to you and to Mrs. Weasley." The old man gaped at him and was speechless of what Harry just told him. He started to protest but, Harry stopped him. "Mr. Weasley, I'm not trying to insult you but, I don't need a lot of galleons and it would make me happy and grateful if you would accept it. This is my way of thanking you for all the things that you have done for me. I knew that what you gave me can never be repaid by money but, I wanted you to please accept it." Mr. Weasley could not deny the pleading from Harry's voice; he got up from his chair and hugged Harry.
"I don't know what to say, Harry. It was very generous of you." Mr. Weasley said, his voice trembling from emotions, "But, we must tell Molly or she will skin me alive, you know how she is. May I ask why and where are you planning to go, Harry?" Harry could not tell Mr. Weasley where he planned to go for he does not know himself. So he just told him that he was still looking into it. He told him the reason and hoped that the older Weasley would understand him; he knew that Ron probably would not if he told him. His best friend was sometimes a thick headed git, and would react first before he thinks things through. "I know we have to tell Mrs. Weasley but, I want you to promise me first that you will agree to accept my offer. Please look at it as my gift to you and Mrs. Weasley." The old man sighed again and nodded his head in agreement. "When do you plan on telling Molly?" Arthur asked. "As soon, as I talked to Kingsley." They both agreed that they would tell Mrs. Weasley after Harry had a chance to speak to Kingsley Shacklebolt.
The next day Harry went with Mr. Weasley to the Ministry of Magic to speak to Kingsley who is now the official Minister of Magic. When they got to the Atrium, Harry could not help to remember the last time they were here it was the night Sirius was killed. Harry felt overwhelmed with what is now the Ministry of Magic the large banner 'MAGIC IS MIGHT' that hanged before the war is nowhere to be seen. When they got to the reception to weigh their wands the witch that was doing the weighing looked up when she saw the parchment that the wand belonged to Harry Potter. She gave him a grateful smile which Harry returned and gave him back his wand and thanked him for what he did. This was Harry did not want he would not have a normal life if he stayed; they would always whispered and looked at him with pity. He sighed and said thank you. As soon as they stepped away from the reception they noticed some witches and wizard staring at him.
Mr. Weasley pulled his arm and hurriedly and gently pushed him inside the lift. As the lift opened Herbert Chorley one of the Ministry employees came rushing in and noticed that Harry Potter and Arthur Weasley came out hurriedly. Before the lift closed he ran out fast and almost knocked down Mr. Weasley. "Arthur! Oh... let me breathed. I have been looking for you, I floo'd you at home but, Molly said you already left. Elphias Doge is in your office he needed to speak to you immediately, Aberforth is with him." Chorley said in a choked voice he sounded like he just ran a marathon. Mr. Weasley thanked him and asked Harry to follow him. When they got to the Minister's office, Arthur told his Secretary that Harry is here to see him, and then asked Harry to drop by his office when he was done. The young man nodded his head and sat down picked up a copy of Quibbler while Ms. Jones went inside Kingsley's office to let him know that Harry Potter is here to see him. The door opened after a minute or two and the Secretary told him that the Minister is ready to see him.
"Harry, this is a surprise. What can I do for you? Sit down." Kingsley stood up and greeted him with a hand shake. Harry sat down as he was asked to do and both men exchanged pleasantries. "Kingsley, I'm sorry if I came in without an appointment but, I needed to speak to you right away and I can't do it by owl or floo network." Harry explained. "What do you need to talk about, Harry? It sounded like this could not wait." Harry sighed and proceeded to tell the former Auror about his plan, Kingsley listened to him until he was finished and then asked, "Where do you plan to go and how long do you plan to stay away, Harry?" "Both of what you asked me, I have no answer. I don't know myself how long I will be away. What I want to asked you was if you are willing to look after Grimmauld Place while I'm gone. You can still use it as the Order's Headquarters, it is still unplottable and all the wards are still up. The other thing I want is if you can arrange for me to meet someone from Gringotts. I would like to give half of my inheritance from Sirius to the Weasley's."
Harry hoped that Kingsley would not asked any more questions, he just wanted this to be over with so that he could get a move on looking for a place where he was planning to go. He could not tell him that he plan to go to Scotland, not now; he thought. He knew Kingsley would find an Auror to trail his every move, and he could not risk that. Kingsley promised him that he will take care of Grimmauld Place and would contact Silverbreath from Gringotts Bank to meet him right away. After more discussions Harry said his goodbyes and told Kingsley that he would let him know when he will be leaving.
After his meeting with the Minister he passed by Arthur's office and told him that he was on his way back to The Burrow, Mr. Weasley waved back and said that he would see him at dinner tonight. Harry decided before going back to The Burrow he would Apparate to Diagon Alley first to meet with Silverbreath. As he walked past the stores people stared at him without shame, Harry walked a little faster thinking to himself, this is why I needed to get away whether I defeated Voldemort or not people will stare and he's sick and tired of how they treated him sometimes, he would never have a normal life here. Harry reached the bank and a goblin greeted him politely, he bowed and said, "Mr. Harry Potter, Silverbreath is waiting for you in his office. Follow me please." Harry followed the goblin and noticed that he had never seen this side of the building before. It was very elaborate and some of the statues were in pure gold. They reached the office and the goblin knocked, when they heard a rough voice in Gobbledygook (a goblin language) the goblin opened the door and Silverbreath asked him to come in.
"Mr. Potter, come on in. Your Minister of Magic informed me that you would like to speak to me. Sit down please, and tell me what business you would like to propose?" asked the goblin. Harry informed him he needed help locating a place where he could buy a piece of land and a Cottage somewhere in Scotland where no Wizarding family nearby. He also asked if he could make arrangement concerning his godson, little Teddy Lupin. "We could certainly do that for you Mr. Potter, your family and that of the Black's was one of our oldest and wealthiest clientele. I will prepare all the necessary paperwork myself for you to sign. Now, is there anything else that you would need us to help you with?" Silverbreath asked, peering at Harry with smile only to Harry it looked like a feral smile. "Yes, I don't want anyone to know what we discussed especially the location of where I am going." Harry said, with a hint of warning on his tone.
"Whatever we discussed here Mr. Potter will be confidential, it would be for your ears and mine only. I will be in touch with you as soon as we find a place for you to stay and the arrangement regarding with young Teddy Lupin will be executed right away. As for the Weasley's we will transfer half of your inheritance from Mr. Black to their vault and we will draw also paperwork for them to sign for formality reason." Harry asked him if that paperwork were necessary, after all it's his gift to them. He was assured that it's only for the record. He thanked Silverbreath and left. The goblin promised him that he will send him the documents in a few days. He apparated back to the Burrow and saw Mrs. Weasley tending to her garden. Harry greeted her and told her that he would go upstairs to change. He was lying down on Ron's bed and thought about what he did today, he knew his best friends will probably not understand him when he told them. Ginny was going to be the hardest one; he was in deep thought when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He hoped that it would not be Hermione or Ron or both, he knew Hermione will read him like a book just by looking at him. He will miss them terribly but, he needed to do this for his own sanity. He already plans to tell Mrs. Weasley after dinner tonight, he would ask Mr. Weasley to help him explain. He hated hurting Mrs. Weasley's feeling but, he hoped that she would understand.
Someone knocked on the door and when he mumbled for the person to come in, and when the door opened Ginny was standing outside smiling hesitantly to him. "Harry, may I come in? I've been looking for you but, mum said that you just got back. Where did you go? You need to take the potion that Madame Pomfrey prescribed you and you need to put some ointment on your bruises. It's still not gone completely." Ginny said hurriedly, she also knew that she's rumbling, she could not help it she still gets butterflies in her stomach every time Harry smiled at her. Harry took her hand and pulled her down on the bed and kissed her. She smiled sheepishly at him and two tiny pink spots appeared on her cheeks. Harry hugged her tightly and inhaled the sweet soft smell of her. He knew he will miss her very much.
