I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS (EXCEPT ANY ORIGINALS). MERELY THE PLOTLINE (the parts that weren't in the books/movies) IN WHICH THIS STORY TAKES PLACE. THE CHARACTERS AND MAJOR PLOTLINES BELONG TO THE QUEEN JK ROWLING.
Snow covered the grounds, and the air was cold, thick, and silent. Christmas break had finally arrived at long last. Though the war had been fought - and won - half a year previous, it was only recently that fears were being assuaged - fears that the Dark Lord hadn't truly died but, much like last time, was merely biding his time to reassemble his regime and regain his power. After, and only after, the Daily Prophet released letters from Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were the fears somewhat laid to rest. Harry supposed only time would banish the rest.
As for himself, Harry had come back to Hogwarts, mainly at Hermione's insistence. Even Ron agreed with his girlfriend.
"C'mon, mate, what harm would come from finishing our seventh year without having to worry about you being hunted by Voldemort, or to find and destroy those bloody Horcruxes?"
Now, Harry was walking around the spacious grounds, taking in all the sights. The castle had been reconstructed, the Quidditch pitch rebuilt, and Hagrid's hut replaced. He was unsure as to whether the Room of Requirement was still there - he'd been terrified the useful room was too damaged from the Battle and the Fiendfyre, and hadn't attempted to access it in fear of learning the heartwrenching news. His breath came out in quick puffs as he began the trek to the pitch. Quidditch had been his game since year one, but this term, his new Firebolt had remained in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry's mind travelled back to the war, as it had been doing as of late. His heart ached in his chest again when he thought of all the people the world had lost and couldn't have been saved. An image of Fred Weasley popped up in his brain, and Harry couldn't help but smile. Thanks to Luna's rapid thinking at the Ministry of Magic in their fifth year, she'd been able to produce one of the only remaining Time-Turners in order to save the few she was able to. She hadn't been able to go back too far; there were still so many gone - Sirius, Dobby, Dumbledore... But the ones who were saved made up for it: Teddy would have his parents. The Weasleys were a whole family again. Colin and Dennis were reunited once more. Harry was more than proud to call Luna Lovegood his friend, no matter how odd she was.
He'd been so into his thoughts that he hadn't noticed somebody in the stands. He quietly climbed up to stand at the edge of the seats and looked over at the person. There no mistaking the sound of the person crying, nor was there any doubt as to who it was.
"Malfoy?"