Home, sweet home
Under a big, beautiful tree in a lush, green garden, sat an old man. The sun was shining down through some white, fluffy clouds, making the leaves on the trees cast shadows that danced in the light breeze. The old man sat in a white garden chair, looking out on his family with a dazzling smile on his lined face. His once jet black hair ruffled in the wind, making the lightning shaped scar stand out against the pale skin on his forehead. His bright emerald green eyes, framed with a pair of black wired, round glasses, shone with happiness and peace.
He sighed in content, leaning back in the chair and looking up at the sky, through the dancing leaves. He knew his time on earth was coming to an end. He could feel it in his bones. This time, though, he didn't fight it, he welcomed it. He had lived a long life. After his first seventeen years of life, it had gotten better. He had married Ginny, the love of his life. Had three fantastic children, a bunch of grandchildren, and later great-grandchildren.
He turned to look at his family. His two sons sitting on a couple of chairs talking, while drinking butterbeer. His daughter, and her brothers wifes were standing in the kitchen window, talking and laughing while cooking. His grandchildren were all out playing with their children again, either it was flying, or just sitting on some blankets they took out from the little house Harry lived in, just talking or playing games. He couldn't stop the chuckle for coming out when he saw Harriet ( Harry felt sorry for the poor girl, being named after him was something he had asked them not to do, but do you think they would listen?) crashing into one of Ginny's rosebushes. Not that Ginny would care, of course, she wasn't her to tell Harriet that, she passed away a couple of years ago. The old age came and took her.
Harry smiled a sad smile when he remembered all those that had died. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, the Weasleys, and other close friends they had gained through the years. All gone from this place, moved on to the next adventure as Ginny so nicely had put it.
Looking at his family one last time, he took in the bright smiles on their faces, the laugher that floated around the garden and the sheer joy seeping from them. He closed his eyes, never to open them again.
He could feel himself slowly floating upwards. He could vaguely see a bright light in the distance. Moving toward, he had to squint against the bright light that attacked his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a sight so glorious that he gasped in shock and delight. There, in front of him, stood everyone he had ever loved that died. His parents were standing there, holding around each other smiling at him, Sirius were standing with Remus and Tonks, all smiling so huge smiles, Harry wondered if their faces wouldn't brake in two. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and even Dumbledore were standing there, all beaming at him. But in front of everyone, was Ginny. She didn't look a day over seventeen. When Harry thought about it, nobody looked old, everyone were young, teenage or twenties. This made him look down on himself. He felt pure joy when he saw his twenty year old body. Looking up, it felt like his face would split in two, by the way he was smiling. Ginny laughed, and reached her hand out to Harry. He smirked, and walked over to her and took her fragile, small hands in his big ones. Home, sweet home.
AN: Hi, thank you for reading! This is the first thing I have ever written, that I have put on internett. So don't be too meane :) I don't really speak or write english normally, (only in school xD ) So please if you see anything wrong, let me know!