AN: Starts out a little sad
"We have gathered here today to send off one of this worlds greats. I would like to read a few words he prepared before his passing." John Colcannod told the assembled mourners. He was a long time family friend and priest.
John cleared his throat and discreetly wiped his eyes. "Dear friends, family and all you dammed reporters that sneaked in." This caused a few wet chuckles from the crowd. "I know you will mourn me even if I ask you not to. I have lived a long full life. I ask that you remember all the happy times in my life not dwell on the unfortunate.
To my children I believe I have done right by you, in raising you to be good women and men. I hope that I have spoiled my grand children rotten yet instilled in you a since of justice and honor that will see you through the most difficult times. And to my great-grand-children, I have not gotten to hold or love you near long enough. But I will be watching over you and I will do all I can to see you grow up strong and happy. To my dear friends, some of you I leave behind but others I will be joining on the other side. Those of you left know that we will be preparing the afterlife for when you join us. Which should be many, many years from now. Lastly to my dear beloved. You have stood by me and loved me long before I understood what love was. You looked at the wizarding world's savior and just saw me. You have always just seen me. You my love will never be without me for even though death has parted us you still carry my heart. And I shall keep yours until we can be reunited again.
Keep light and hope in your hearts always and when your time comes do as I have and great death as though he is an old friend. I will be waiting for all of you so that we may begin our next great adventure." John choked out the last bit. There was hardly a dry eye to be found as it seemed the whole world mourned the loss of a great man.
After the ceremony the whole Potter clan, along with Harry's closest friends, reconvened at Potter Manor. As every one was talking about the service and what a good man Harry was one little grand daughter found the Lady Potter standing alone in his office.
She looked around at all the lovely glass figurines. "Grand mama? What are all these figures for?" She asked looking up at the elder lady.
Lady Potter turned and smiled down at the child. She had tears in her eyes but wasn't crying, Harry wouldn't want her to cry. "These are memories." She told the girl. Not noticing that some others had come to the study door. "In these past years your Grand Pa has been losing his memories. So I found or had crafted these glass trinkets to remind him of his greatest adventures."
The girl looked wide eyed around the room in awe. Every available surface seemed to be over flowing with the 3-5 inch figures. Her eyes finally settled on a group of 3 beautifully crafted dragons. "Can you tell me Grand Mama? Can you tell me the story of every trinket?"
There were several agreeing voices from the door way. It seemed most of the family had come to look in his office and just stayed watching the two. Lady Potter laughed. "Alright. Everyone grab a figure or 2 and lets take them to the grand living room." She stated. She reached way in the back, grabbing one figure that was hidden completely behind it's brothers and other nick knacks.
Once everyone was settled in what was once a ballroom but was now a giant living room littered with coaches and chairs of all shapes and sizes. All the mismatched pieces shouldn't fit together but some how they did. Much like the people in them. They were all so different, coming from all walks of life but they were brought together by one extraordinary man.
Lady Potter cleared her throat. "IF we are doing this it will be in chronological order. This..." She said looking down at the figure in her hand. "This is the beginning of the Life of Harry James Potter." She told them holding up a small glass rune stone with sowilo rune carved in it. "This is how the Boy Who Lived was created."
An: Leaving it there till next time.