Disclaimer: I don't own any of Harry Potter

I didn't want to write another fanfic on a category that I had already done so I decided to be cliché and write one on Harry Potter. Please R+R!

Chapter 1: The End

"It's over. Finally over. He's dead."

Harry fell onto his knees exhausted, exhausted from fighting Voldemort and exhausted from losing the people he loved and cared about. All around him people were rejoicing in the fall of the Dark Lord, but Harry just wanted to get into bed and sleep or weep over his best friend's death. That however was not meant to be. The celebrations could not go on without him. The Boy Who Lived and The Boy Who Saved Them All.

Harry didn't know what he wanted to do next. All his life as a wizard, he had just thought of defeating Voldemort. He hadn't made plans for the future because there was always a good change that there might not have been a future for him.

Eventually people got too worn out from celebrating and Harry was able to slip away. As he walked down to Dumbledore's tomb, he heard a noise behind him. Immediately he swung around and raised his wand.

"Harry, it's just me."

Hermione's voice floated out to him. He lowered his wand and silently motioned for her to join him. As she looked out onto the lake Harry noticed the tears rolling slowly down her face. He hugged her saying,

"Ron died to save you. To help make this world a safer place to live in. To defeat Voldemort. He died the way he wanted to."

She nodded, but still couldn't get rid of the feeling of intense grief and therefore cried all the harder.

I realize that this is not the most amazing chapter but my later chapters are better. I wrote the other chapters in the middle of the night and I think better then so...