Just Harry

I don't really write but love books and fanfiction so thought I would give it a go and where better place to start than with the great Harry Potter?

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter sadly or a certain Weasley would not be dead

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It was finally over, finished, Voldemort was dead. That chapter of my life finally closing, a journey I started 17 years ago finally finished.

But at what cost?

As I looked around me i saw the Weasley's who had lost a son, a brother, a twin. Colin would never be around snapping photos. I had never appreciated how Colin had always been there capturing the best moments of my life, a memory for ever.

Teddy would grow up never knowing his parents, an orphan like me. And how many other countless numbers of people who had died both in this final horrific battle and in the many years of Voldemorts reign. People who had fought bravely on the front line like Dumbledore and Sirius but also the many innocent whose only sins were to simply exist.

It was so unfair, but that was life. I had learnt that along time ago. I survived by pure luck and I am so glad I did. Even just so I could see Ron and Hermione consoling each other privately in a corner. They had finally realised what the rest of us had known for years. It just took a war against Voldemort and some basilisk fangs for them to see it. But I'm glad they did and I will not disturb them know, they deserve this time.

As I turn again I can see the Weasley's huddled in a group both celebrating an mourning. They were more a family to me than the Dursley's ever were. Molly and her cooking, Arthur and his plugs, Bill and his hair, Charlie and Dragons in my 4th year, Percy and his cauldron bottoms, and the twins always pranking, laughing and generally getting in the way, and finally Ron and Ginny.

Ron has been my best friend for the last 7 yrs ever since we sat on the express at the age of 11 and he had dirt on his nose and we sat and ate our way through half the trolley and scabbers fended off Malfoy.

And then Ginny. Ginny who used to put her arm in butter dishes every time I went near her but is now the love of my life and someone who I will never let go of. But now they needed there time to grieve as a family, a unit, a group. Grieve the loss of one of there own and I could not disturb that. So there I stood alone amongst a sea of people. All congratulating me and thanking me but the only people I wanted to see did not need me.

I watched them from afar, thinking of all Ron, Hermionie and I had been through in the past year. In fact all we had been through in the last 7 yrs. How they have stood by me for all of it. Sure Ron had his moments but who can blame him and he always came back. We were fighting Voldemort the most evil wizard of all time. Three teenagers in a tent trying to out wit him and they volunteered to come. They could have stayed at home with Mrs Weasleys cooking and warm beds but they chose to stand by me knowing they could die.

And even before this year. 1st year they came with me even though we thought snape and maybe even voldemort were after the stone and Ron out did McGonagall's chess set. Percy was so proud of him.

Second year, Hermione worked out the monster was a basilisk and even how it was travelling something nobody else had been able to do. Outwitting some of the cleverest magical minds to date.

Again third year, time turners. I don't even want to think about that it still makes my head hurt. Fourth year, they helped me through every task, figuring it out. I would never have made it to that maize without them and it was the though of them that got me out.

And then 5th year Hermionie, Ron, Luna, Nevil and Ginny all but forced me to take them to the ministry because of what I had seen in a dream. There trust in me was unwavering and showed to be nought. I should have known and not let them come that night. Not have gone at all. Why did they trust me? Follow me blindly? I did not deserve it.

Then 6th year they fought bravely against the death eaters without me. The whole of the DA took them on and gave them a good fight. Something the Death Eaters did not expect from a bunch of teenagers. That's the first time I have seen a death eater scared of something other than voldemort. Grown men, sworn to the dark arts, members of the mos evil organisation eternally scared by a bunch of teenagers. Scared that they would be beaten. Scared of the concequences from there master when he found out his most prised followers were crushed by 17 year olds.

Looking at Ron and Hermione know they so deserve each other after all they have been through together and all they have put each other through they have finally made it tand come out together and alive which is some feat considering what we have done. We have Defeated the greatest dark wizard of all time. We have done what no other has been able to do. 3 teenagers. And we did it together. I may have cast the spell but over the last 7 yrs I would have not been able to do any of it without Ron and Hermione by my side.

While I was reminiscing, I felt someone creep up behind me and spun around wand already out pointing at there heart but it was only Ginny. Only Ginny? Ginny was never only in my eyes. Beautiful, wonderful, fiery Ginny. And she was here and I would never leave her again. And then she kissed me, it seemed like an eternity we stood there. It seemed life went on around us, the world still turned, time still passed but for us in that moment everything stopped. I never wanted it to end I put all my love and passion from the past year into that kiss but it had to stop. Time went on people where still dead, deatheaters still on the loose and many wanting my attention. The attention of the boy who lived, the chosen one, the defeater of Voldemort, but to Ginny I was just Harry and that's the only person I ever wanted to be. Just Harry.

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