Ok so I was writing a story called Harry Potter resettles? but I didn't really like it and I wasn't getting much reviews on it but I usually never get much reviews on my other stories anyways, any ideas why? Well, this story is going to have slightly the same plot that I was going for in Harry Potter resettle? but obviously it's different so on with the story…

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward….Voldemort was dead.

He was dead, it was all over. Harry could live, could breath, and be happy once more. Harry looked up and saw a crowd of onlookers who had just arrived. They were starring at him, at Voldemort's body, and at the two wands in his hands. Harry didn't really see the crowd, all he saw was his two best friends; Ron and Hermione, looking at him with joyful and pained expressions. They calmly walked towards him; everything else was defiantly quiet. They reached out to him, both grabbing underneath his arms and hoisted his aching body off the ground. He wasn't aware about his aching body nor did he care, he still had a job to do. Still looking at the ground he slowly made his way towards the entrance of the hall where the crowd split and picked one foot off the ground towards the stairs.

"Harry?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice. "Harry, where are you going?"

"I still have a job to do," a rasped voice came out. If he didn't know it was himself that spoke he would have thought there was a stranger speaking.

"But mate, it's over, you did it," Ron said, shuffling his feet, not knowing what to do with them.

"No, the wand belongs to Dumbledore," Harry spoke. "Yes the wand does now belong to me but I liked my own wand and wish to use it again."

Harry took out his broken wand from the pouch Hagrid gave him and then took the Elder Wand into his hand and spoke, "Reparo." Harry knew it had worked, he could feel the warmth in his hand traveling up his arm.

Ron and Hermione only looked at him stunned at what he had just done. Harry smiled to himself at the thought. They slowly headed down to the final resting place of Dumbledore. It took them at least thirty minutes to walk down the path that was full of debris and to find a boat to take them back onto the small island where his tomb was. Harry could still see the damage that Voldemort had inflicted upon it when he retrieved the wand for power. Harry opened the top and looked at his mentor. His heart felt heavy but light. He knew this was the right thing to do, returning it, but looking at the closed eyes of the ex-Headmaster made tears start to form in his eyes. With trembling hands he extricated the Elder Wand from the depths of his pockets and placed it in between the closed hands.

"Good bye Professor, you taught me everything," he sniffed.

Harry could feel the other two close by him and hear their own shaking breaths. Harry turned around and looked at his friends. They had been with him through all the best and worst times and never left his side. Ron did yes, but that doesn't matter because he came back. He came back to help Harry and Hermione face the dangers that had awaited them. Harry felt an enormous swell of pride for his two friends but the war was still not over just yet. They had a castle to rebuild and funerals, too many funerals. Harry's stomach flipped at the thought of all those who had lost their lives. He could still see their faces; Lavender's blank face while Greyback was eating her neck, poor Colin Creevy was underaged and so full of life, Fred who left behind a family, a twin, and Lupin and Tonks who left behind a baby, a boy, who was orphaned just as Harry had been. Their faces were too much for Harry, He felt his knees go weak and fell to the ground while heaving up what was left in his stomach. He was shaking and sweating and just tired with aches and pains. He didn't want to think, nor did he want to act. Hermione insisted to let her row the boat along with Ron instead of Harry who just nodded his head once, not wanting to upset his stomach which was growing steadily more in pain as the seconds ticked by.

Well that was it for that chapter more is to come. FYI, I like hurt Harry stuff so you need to expect that he will not come out of this battle unscathed.

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