-Note to reader: The chapters are named after Paramore songs because they inspired my story's ideas and structure. I don't own any of the lyrics, or song names and Paramore are freaking awesome for coming up with them!)

Harry potter was mildly aware he was yet again the overly-famous ordinary boy he once remembered being. Of course, the swarms of overjoyed people had been exciting at first as they reflected his own exhilaration at the end of the second wizarding war. The constant cries of 'The boy who lived! The chosen one! He saved us all!' Were electrifying and Harry felt he had finally proved himself, yet also like he had no feelings inside - like a shell. The loss of so many had stripped him of any happiness he had left and all he really wanted to do was take a break from the celebration and retreat to somewhere he could be alone, or comforting his friends.

This brought him to the issue of a home. Grimmauld place had been ruined by the Death Eaters that had been left there since the accident at the Ministry, and Harry would never want to sleep there anyway. He hoped Kreacher was ok, though, and decided to call him from the ruins of the courtyard he was sitting in at Hogwarts.

But how exactly did you call a house elf when you had no clue where they were?

'Krecher, erm, could you come here please?'

There was no response. No loud click of apparation around Harry and no sign of the little elf. Harry had assumed the worst and began to blame himself for another death when he finally heard a faint popping sound from behind a large tree he was sitting near.

'Master Harry calls, sir?' The croaky voice came closer to Harry and the elf hobbled out from his landing place.

'Kreacher! What's happened to your leg?' Harry noticed a deep cut in his left leg, the reason for the house elf's limping. 'Where have you been?'
Kreacher took a deep breath and told his story 'Kreacher was helping fight the Death Eater Rookwood, Master, and one of the giant Hagrid's spidery creatures did this to me – but kind Master Weasley saved Kreacher.' Harry was about to ask where Hagrid was when he recognised the name, a memory replaying in his mind:

' ROOKWOOD!' Percy bellowing the name and charging down the Hogwart's halls, Hermione's desperate cries of 'Listen to me! LISTEN, RON!' as Ron thrashed to join his brother in battle.

The struggle of Fred's death, the unimaginable pain of it all –Lupin, Tonks, Dobby and everyone else - was all coming back in waves of sadness, like a great weight pushing down on the centre of Harry's chest and growing larger, encompassing, crushing him till he was unable to even open his eyes.

'Is Master Harry hurt, Kreacher will get help?' The house elf offered.

'I'm fine, Kreacher' Harry was trying to convince the elf that everything would be back to normal, everything would be fine, but everyone knew that nothing could ever be the same as it was a few years ago when Voldemort was only a whispered rumour and Hogwarts was still being explored by Harry and his friends.

'Kreacher has been to the Black house, Master.' This didn't shock Harry; Kreacher probably went there to comfort himself after the battle, but finding it destroyed must have ruined the poor elf. 'Kreacher has Master Black's things and Kreacher has saved Master's possessions. Master Sirius's books and things were also saved by Kreacher. They's in the kitchens in the castle, Master Harry.'

Harry was shocked at the selflessness of the elf, and after thanking Kreacher, he told him he could live in the castle or wherever Harry decided to go for the time being. He mentally reminded himself to use his fortune at Gringotts to restore Grimmauld place and place more charms on it to keep Kreacher hidden from possible enemies; it was the least he could do to repay Kreacher for not only being responsible for tracking the locket, but also for his new and improved attitude and generosity.

Everyone was sleeping in the Great hall for now, as McGonagall (the new Headmistress of Hogwarts) thought that being together was the best thing to do. Harry had no other option anyway, and with that comforting thought, he left for the Great Hall, telling a gratified Kreacher to go and eat something nice and have some well deserved rest.

Mrs Weasley caught Harry on the way to the castle; she looked like she had been crying yet put on a brave smile for Harry – one of the nicest and most comforting things anyone had done for him. After all that this woman had been through, she still had the heart to try and make Harry feel loved and comforted.

'You've been so brave dear' she said, a tear rolling down her still smiling face, 'How are you doing, Harry?' She asked shakily.

Harry had no answer. Instead, he pulled her into a tight hug and though he had a lump in his throat and his eyes were burning, he managed to whisper in her ear 'Thank you so much, Molly, for being the mother I've always needed. I'm so sorry about everything you've lost for me, for this; I love you all so much' and they stood there, holding on to each other for a while, until Mrs Weasley pulled away and held Harry's shoulders with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

'There's no need to thank me, son. We all lose each other one day, unfortunately we lost Fred, Remus and Tonks and all our other friends before we got to say goodbye, but there will be a time when we'll see them again; though, a long time from now I hope.'

Harry was inspired by her bravery, and pulled himself together. They walked into the Great Hall together and were welcomed by Ron, Hermione, all looking tired and suitably gloomy. The ceiling of the hall still depicted a horrid, stormy atmosphere, till Mrs Weasley took out her wand and turned it into a bright blue sky with a rainbow to match. It lightened the mood instantly, and the hall looked a little less dreary. The false sunbeams shone on the dead, and illuminated their faces, making them look like sleeping angels.

George was sat on a fallen rock, staring blankly at the floor, avoiding looking at Fred's body. Harry held back his tears, his sobs and cries he felt building up in his mind and patted George on the shoulder. When not even a smile met Harry's worried eyes, he sat next to George and pulled out a chocolate frog.

'I gave one of these to Neville once when he was down. This is more than just Malfoy being a prat, but there's not much to do with a broken heart. Luna would say that a good Wrackspurt clearing might do you good – I personally think you just need to carry on with your family - live your life how Fred would want you to and you'll see him again someday.'

George looked at Harry and gave a tiny smile which quickly faltered and failed, 'Thanks Harry, but the thing is, how am I supposed to go on when...' His voice broke and a single, heartbroken tear ran down his face and he took a breath, 'When half of me is gone? I'm not me, I'm not Fred's brother; I'm empty.'

Harry put a hand on Georges shoulder; much like Mrs Weasley did to him, looked him in the eyes and said 'The ones we love never really leave us. You can always find them; in here.' and pointed to George's heart.

This brought back memories of his Godfather and Harry was lost for words. Though he had seen Sirius in the Forbidden Forest before he'd 'died' last night, and knew there was a chance of seeing him again when he eventually died for real, the memories came flooding back with no hope of stopping them and Harry could comfort George no more; it came to him suddenly that there was no fooling anyone into feeling better now, you just had to deal with it.

Ron and Hermione came over together holding hands, Ron nudged Harry with his foot, 'We're going over to the Burrow for a bit to get some pillows and stuff for sleeping in the Great Hall tonight; do you two want to come?' he asked, mainly directing the question at George, seeing as he was staring into space again.

Harry took a deep breath and sighed a 'Might as well,' then - seeing as George's gaze had not been broken - added 'You coming, George?'

George gave a shrug and stood up, very slowly. He stood next to the others and put his hand in to apparate. The apparation spell had been taken off of Hogwarts during the battle, though Professor McGonagall was doing her best to get it back.

The group arrived at the Burrow to find Ginny, Luna and Neville already holding a pile of things each to take with them. However upon seeing Harry, Ginny dropped her pillows, food and disgruntled Arnold the pigmy puff and threw her arms around him. He'd forgotten this was the first time she'd seen him properly since after the war; he had fallen asleep in Dumbledore's office last night. It seemed like forever now since he'd had her in his arms and held her closer; grateful she was alive and unscathed.

Neville, however, looked a little worse for wear. He had huge bruises covering his face, arms and presumably the rest of him too. There was a huge cut on the side of his face and - though it looked like Mrs Weasley had been at it with her cleaning spell - it had fresh blood seeping from it again. His lip and eyebrow had deep lacerations through them and his arms looked like they'd been tied up too tight and the rope had cut into his skin.

'It's not as bad as you think' Neville said, catching Harry staring worriedly at his injuries, 'I'm alive, that's all that matters.'

George walked away, towards the house; Harry doubted he'd ever feel whole again and it was disheartening to see such a lively person look so... empty.

Luna stared after George and Harry heard her murmur more to herself than anyone else 'I'll go help him; he'll be feeling alone right now.'

So she wandered after George, conjuring a Patronus charm with whatever happy memories she had left. That was the thing with Luna, she never seemed to run out of happiness – sparking a burst of hope wherever she went – a nice person to have around in times like this.

Neville and Ginny were struggling with their bundles of stock from the house, so promised to catch up later and left for Hogwarts while the rest of the group went inside the Burrow.

'So, how are things Harry?' Hermione asked, 'Have you noticed anything different about yourself since Voldemort died?'

Harry noticed the careful way she was talking to him; was he really that touchy all the time? 'Yeah, I'm much more laid back and, though it feels practically impossible right now, I think I'm happier than before. I just noticed how much of a prat I must have been all these years. I'm so sorry; both of you.'

Ron looked up from the Floo powder he was inspecting mindlessly as they spoke, 'S'alright mate, you couldn't help it. Wouldn't want to imagine how I'd be if I had a part of Voldemort in me, it was bad enough just wearing the Horcrux; I'll never wear a bloody necklace again! You had your reasons for the way you were and like you said before; we'd kind of suspected it for a while before you found out you were a Horcrux.'

Harry was grateful for having such great friends; ones that had stayed with him through the worst of times, and they were all alive; as Neville had said, that was all that mattered right now.