"Harry thank god you're ok" Ginny sobbed into Harry's jacket. "Shh Gin, its ok were all safe, he's gone." "I know, it's just that I would want to curl up and die if you were gone." It was just mere moments after Harry Potter had defeated the darkest wizard of all time, and so many lives had been lost to get there. Harry knew how Ginny felt. She lost a brother in the war. He lost his parents, his godfather, a mentor, and many, many friends at the hands of Voldemort and his death eaters. He lost more than her but it felt like so much less. Ginny pulled away from harry and looked up into his eyes. "I love you Harry." "I love you too Ginny." Together, hand in hand they walked through the rubble that was once there beloved school. When they walked into the Great Hall there was silence for ten seconds and then it was like twenty lions started to roar. Everybody started clapping like mad. Five seconds later Harry's best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger walked in, hand in hand like Harry and Ginny. The level of applause got louder. They all started blushing like mad. Three minute later, they all were bombarded with reporters taking pictures and asking questions for the Daily Prophet.

"What did you do to the elder wand" Asked one reporter.

"Which hallow is rightfully yours?" asked another

Snap, Snap, Snap was the sound that kept being heard.

"Well, well, well look at what we have here" came an annoyingly familiar voice "I can see it now as the front page story of the Daily Prophet, the golden couples" said Rita. "GET AWAY FROM US!" they screamed at her. "We know your secret, Skeeter so you might want to leave because we can have the aurors here in a flash to take you to Azkaban" Hermione said loudly. "Rita Skeeter is an…" Hermione didn't finish that sentence because Rita ran away along with all the other reporters who were scared of Hermione's wrath. "Good, now that's cleared up." Hermione said happily .Now it was Harry's turn to speak. "I don't know if you feel the same way as I do, Ron and Hermione, but living in a tent fearing for your lives doesn't give you much of a chance to sleep so I'm going up to the Gryffindor common room to get some rest and ask Kreacher to bring me some food." Ron and Hermione quickly agreed, feeling the same way.