so you people of earth, this here is the brand spanking new edition complete with grammatical errors fixed unless they happen up here. dont mind these, they are just takced on for the sake of life. after realizing that i might have been losing readings and reviews because of grammar, i decided i would fix a few chapters. watch as the bacon and the cheesecake evolve. it is great. if you dont like this stuff at the top, dont read it, but it is rather entertaining because i get to rant. below is located my all new disclaimer;

me; what do you mean i cant trade this cookie for the harry potter rights?
them; you just cant, i guess you could ask the cast or jk rowling, but i highly doubt they want your supposedly poisoned cookie.
me; nana told you about my baking? how dare she, i must deal with her the nice way, by switching her lupins with marajuana. so can i have hp now?
harry potter; no.
me; please? with a cookie?
harry; say the truth and then i might consider it (he has his fingers crossed)
me; fine, i do not own harry potter or any of his little friends, but since i do not have it i will try to listen to that funny little voice that tells me to make their dull lives full of good things and make them awesome in my own twisted ways. now can i have it?
harry; holds up hand and shows me his crossed fingers. i slap him.

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He always had to be a strong person. When he protected the philosophers stone. When he killed the basilisk to protect Ginny. When he fought off a hundred or so dementors. When he had to defeat Voldemort. He had to at least make people fall for the fact that he knew what he was doing, even when he wasn't sure. After he got rid of Voldemort, he had kissed Ginny to get off the spontaneous effect of doing something great. Never in his life had he had to do it alone though. He had someone there, someone to back him up. He didn't have that now. He was alone it seemed. He was facing someone resembling Voldemort, and he was about to kill him with a flick of their wand. He had summoned his own strength to hold up his wand. He had done this before. Getting rid of Umbridge, fighting with Voldemort at the tri-wizard. He was supposed to be used to this but he never was. He heard people calling his name over and over, louder each time but all he could see was the mysterious person. No others. Then Harry was shaken awake. Ron and Hermione were there with a few teachers, and almost all of the Dumbledore's army and order of the phoenix that had stayed alive were crowded around his bedside. From what he heard, he had fainted and gone into protection. So the creepy person was just a pigment of his imagination. Harry was pleased with that. He got up and started for his dormitory to finish packing. He needed some quiet time, and nothing spelt quiet with Romilda Vane.

'Hi Harry, are you okay Harry? Do you need anything? Any help at all?' her perky voice kept going off, and he almost swore that she had said his name a few hundred times.

'Go away.' he mumbled so that she couldn't hear what he had intended to say, but close. These kinds of things were just unavoidable things of life it seemed. He heard many footsteps following him and the voice of professor McGonagall as he stumbled into the common room. Making it his room he had half way packed his belonging together when he remembered that he was finally seventeen. Thinking of that and other things he folded up his robes and remained in the blood stained clothing he had on. He needed a shower. There were a lot of things that Harry needed. Like some sanity, and a slap in the face. He knew just were to go to get that slap in the face. He escaped the crowd of people in the common room and made it to be Ginny might have been. he was right about where she was and when he showed up, Ginny came up and slapped him in the face, fulfilling her purpose but he also heard this;

'Harry James potter, you think that I will accept you because you killed the dark lord. Well think again because it just so happened that you broke up with me and disappeared off of the face of the earth and scared me to death. Go!' and she had pointed him away. 'Time for that shower' harries thought, with the logical part of his brain that had awoken with the slap.

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'Harry hurry up!' Hermione yelled at him. It seemed that he also wasn't allowed to get dressed. Since when was he not allowed privacy? And he was sure that Ginny had yelled at him because he spontaneously kissed her. And now she probably had a mad Romilda vane after her, along with reporters and other wonderful people that were going to try and kill her. He thought of how he would have liked that and he thought that he wouldn't have liked it much. Harry stumbled down the staircase and into Mrs. Weasley's arms. She caught him with a motherly skill because of the practice she had. He automatically thought of Fred and George. With that thought he started tearing up. So many people had died for him and there was no way to evade the guilt he felt. He thought that he should be dead, not the good people who actually had lives to live, children to rise and plans. Harry didn't know what he was going to do with is future and now he knew that he could end up the crazy cat man.

'sorry.' Harry said with tons of meaning. When he said it the guilt got lighter. With the rest of the people staring at him funny as if he had lost his name he burst out into a song of the word sorry. Once the guilt was off of his shoulders he went to George and spoke;

'I'm sorry that i got your brother killed.' then he went to Mrs. and Mr. Weasley.

'I'm sorry that i got you son killed.' and went to Ginny and Ron and said the same thing;

'I'm sorry that your brother was killed because of Me.' people started to lightly weep. He went the victim's friends and families saying sorry and meaning it. He felt horrible for having a hand in getting everyone killed. In a mad rush he started to the main hall, were the dead were kept. He started saying sorry at the feet of the victim, and something that they will always be remembered for. He then stopped at professor Snape.

'Professor Snape, you weren't always my favourite teacher. You were almost better than Umbridge that one year though. I felt how she was treating you. You always looked after me and i want to thank you for that. You got killed for me, and i will never be able to return the favour but at least you can see my mom like you used to. Maybe even befriend dad. I hope that you know you are missed and there is no one that will be able to replace you.' and Harry started crying. He looked into the faces of the dead, into the faces of the upset parents and said sorry. The word sorry was something that was unavoidable when this kind of trauma had happened. Nothing else would have happened if he didn't exist. If he had died though, everyone would be a death eater and serving Voldemort. He did do a good deed in the end, but so many people were killed. Trying to lighten the mood he started laughing from shock. Harry still hadn't gained enough minds to be normal. Instead he was going up to McGonagall to ask who was worse; Fred and George or the marauders. She stared at him in shock then realized that they all should be celebrating.

'I think that the marauders might have been worse but not by much, Fred *cough cough* and George were a handful of work too.'' then she started up a speech.

'Attention people in the hall. I would like to say some wise words. These people may have been killed but they were fighting for what they believed in, and they may not be with you now but i assure you that they are partying up a storm up there because freed are up there with them. Just remember that you have reason to celebrate. Laugh not cry. Don't wallow in your own disgust but go out and do what they didn't get to do, then think as if they were with you. Here at Hogwarts we will honour those who have fallen.' and with that she went to joke with families, and seemed as if she had gone mad. Of course many people had and they all needed a case of sanity. Or two. After packing up his bags, Ron had come into the room.

'Harry, there is someone downstairs to see you. Says he is a goblin from Gringotts, and that it is urgent.'

Hearing that Harry grabbed his trunk and broom and started downstairs to meet with the goblin. Sure enough, down in the common room was a short, pale goblin with a fierce look on his face. He started talking to Harry as soon as he stopped moving his trunk.

'Mr. Harry potter, you have turned seventeen and you are now in possession of the potter vault. This is the key,' and the goblin held up a silver key on a gold string,' and you are also in possession of the Black vault, just to remind you. Thank you for your business.'' and he popped into the air and went back to the bank.

Everything was returning to Harry as he was escorted to the burrow. It seemed as if he was blacked out for a while. Then it just so happened that when he got home he let it slip that he had the Potter manor and that they all should stay there for a while. Everyone seemed to agree, so after everyone grabbed what they needed from home they went there.

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'Blimey, Harry you didn't tell us that your parents had a house like this.'

'They didn't though. It was more that my dad did.'

'Oh' said a very stupid feeling Ron.

'Mrs. Weasley, just in case you wanted too, you can decide where to let everyone sleep.' Harry had passed molly the map. There were many rooms. She started assigning rooms, from the four wings A, B, C, and D.

'Ron you sleep in C-1, George in C-2, Ginny in B-2, Bill and Fleur in D-3, Harry you can sleep where ever you want. Hermione can sleep in B-3, and Arthur and i will sleep in B-1. Sound good?"

No one ever disagreed with molly. No one ever in the world was stupid enough too. And with that Harry moved his clothing down to his room. A-1 was his room. It was a bit bigger than he was really used to. While Harry started taking his clothing and putting it into the drawers of a nearby dresser, a lone house elf magically popped into the room.

'My name is pinkie, Master Potter. I am the leader of the house elves. If you want us just call for me.' and she disappeared. Harry started for bed. He drifted off into the best sleep he had in the last very long time. In a very, very long time.

In the morning, Harry had woken up a little later than usual. Everyone was up for the funerals that were going to take place. Harry was probably going to make a speech for most of them. He was listening to the merriment in the kitchen.

'Mom, these are the best pancakes you might have ever made!' squeaked Ginny.

'Thanks mom.' said a groggy George. He had red rimmed eyes as if he had been crying. Harry would have too if he was in George's position. He did cry though. All the time.

When he came down the stairs, Harry was welcomed by an upset Ginny. She started to get up and walk out but her mom said;

'Harry she is just a little mad at you now. I think you might know why. She will make up soon maybe.' and Ginny ran out of the room. Crying. Harry ignored Mrs. Weasley's warning about what happens when Ginny gets mad. He wanted to be on even terms with the girl that he almost could swear he had feelings for. Even if it meant facing the wrath of many bat-bogey hexes and her brothers.

'Ginny, are you okay?' he asked timidly, not sure what to really say.

'What does it seem you bozo! Let's start from the beginning shall we? After Dumbledore's funeral you broke up with me for almost no reason, then left and it seemed you disappeared off of the face of the earth. Then it just so happened that when you decided to come back, you were dead in Hagrid's arms and then killed Voldemort. Do you see what you did wrong?'

'Yes but i came here to discuss something with you. I want to say sorry. I just didn't want you coming along to find the horcuxes because i cared about your safety. After we found them all we had to fight Voldemort and it just so happened that i had to pretend to be dead to kill him. All i want is your forgiveness. Please Ginny?' Harry begged coming out into full view and sitting on the edge of the bed she was using.

'Yeah, i guess we can be friends.' and Harry escorted a very much more improved Ginny back to the table. Ron and bill shot dangerous looks at Harry.

The following days Ginny followed Harry around. They started dating again. Everyone was happy. It seemed that the world was at par, with no means to disrupt the natural beauty of everything. Thinking of the lives that were finished and how they would have wanted their deaths to be celebrated, they always wanted happiness. Even though it seemed as if it was gone. Harry then looked back at his life. When he was young he lost his parents, then Sirius. And currently he had lost Tonks, Hedwig, Mad-eye, Fred, Lupin, Snape and many more vital people. Lupin had taught Harry how to conjure a patronus. Mad-eye had always been there. Fred made everyone smile with laughter. That laughter was gone. With a few tears Harry went back to sleep.