Summary: What if Harry hadn't dropped the Resurrection Stone in the forest and he let his loved ones say goodbye to their lost loved ones? A chapter for every goodbye. Starts when Harry is speaking to Dumbledore's portrait in the end of Deathly Hallows.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters though the story line was my idea.
Goodbyes
Harry stood in the headmaster's office with Ron and Hermione, talking to Dumbledore's portrait about the aftermath of the final battle. He was nearly done when one last thing came to mind.
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," Harry started again, "I'm going to let my loved ones say their final goodbyes to the people they lost, then it will disappear from history again."
"A kind and loving gesture that will hopefully help their hearts to heal more quickly," agreed Dumbledore, smiling sadly.
The next day, when Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, he saw the Weasley family sitting together, mourning shown clearly on their faces.
He felt a pang of sadness and guilt in his chest. If he could not take back what happened to Fred, then he wanted to- no, needed to- help them.
Harry decided to wait a few days before showing the Weasleys the Resurrection Stone. He thought that a day after Fred's death was to soon to see his ghost. They needed to grieve on their own and notice the separation, so they would not think that seeing Fred would become a regular thing.
In the next few days, crews were in the castle to help clean up and repair the damage the resulted from the battle. Harry saw the Weaslys every day, each with their own way of grieving: Mrs. Weasley with contant streaming tears until there were no more tears to shed. Mr. Weasley with his stony silence. Bill seemed to always be on edge.
Charlie kept busy with repair work, not wanting to slow down to let his thoughts catch up with him.
Ron was the opposite. He seemed so lost in his thoughts to where he barely even knew what he was doing.
Ginny was strong- perhaps the strongest of them all- for she would work and eat and talk, but she would never smile and could sometimes be seen sitting in a corner on her own, just lost in miserable thought.
The worst of them all was George. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't sleep. He just sat alone with a dead look in his eyes. Like he would never be whole again.
How could he be whole? Harry thought. Fed was his other half. You can't be whole if you're missing half of you.
That was when Harry decided it was time for them to know about the Stone.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so cut me a little slack:) the first goodbyes will come soon! (hopefully) Reviews are appreciated. Good and bad. Though I ask that if you say something negative about my writing, that you throw in some constructive criticism to help me fix the parts that are bad. Help me get better!
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vampfan11
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