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THE FINAL YEARS
It was finally finished; the great wizarding war was over. There were bodies strewn all over the battlefield. Those brave wizards who had died in battle against Voldemort will receive some of the highest accolades the wizarding world can bestow. The Battlefield wasn't silent however. The noise of the injured was deafening. Their cries of pain and for help could be heard throughout the battlefield. Some of those wizards would never be able to walk again. Others would lose their arms. Thankfully most of the injured could be healed. Sadly some of them would die from their injuries in St. Mungos. Unfortunately that was a result that happened to quite a few of Harry's friends. Harry James Potter the savior of the wizarding world, as he is now known. If you look over at the little hill just on the outskirts of the battlefield to the east where the sun is rising. You can see the messy black hair, the emerald green eyes, and the infamous lightning bolt shaped scar of our hero.
Harry looked out across the field at the people who had come out to fight by his side. He was saddened to see such a loss of life. He watched as healers hurried around the battlefield removing the dead and trying to help the injured. The scene he saw around him reminded him of those civil war movies he used to watch on Dudley's old t.v. , when the Dursleys were away. Harry decided it was time to get up, but when he tried he felt the most excruciating pain. He looked over his body and saw that his left arm was shattered and that his right leg was completely twisted around. A healer named Dandridge heard Harry's scream of pain and rushed over to help him. After resetting both his arm and leg; she conjured two splints and when she made sure they were firmly on she helped Harry up. Dandridge then tried to convince Harry to go to St. Mungos, but he would not hear of it. Harry was determined to find his two best mates and his girlfriend, who after a lot convincing got Harry to see the light. After conjuring himself a walking staff, he began his search for his comrades.
It didn't take long before he saw a head with messy red hair. Ron also had splint on his leg and was limping around. "Probably looking for Hermione." Thought Harry. He called out to Ron, but Ron didn't see him. "Hey, Ron over here!" yelled Harry as he walked closer to Ron as best as he could. This time Ron did spot Harry and limped as fast as his legs could carry him. As Ron got closer Harry could see that the splint was on Ron's right leg. They gave each other brotherly hugs thinking that shaking hands would be a little too formal for this occasion. They laughed, as they looked each other over. "What on earth happened to you?" asked Ron. Harry laughed "Oh you know, the usual, a shattered arm and a twisted leg. You?" "Broken leg thanks to bloody Draco Malfoy. " Grunted Ron. "Language, Ronald, language." Said a female voice behind him. Ron turned around and saw that bushy haired, brown-eyed girl he fell in love with. Of course her hair wasn't that bushy anymore, it was more of a silky curl and her eyes were like brown honey. Without thinking twice he got up and gave her a kiss full of the love and passion he felt for her. Hermione at first was shocked; you could tell by the way that her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. She eventually melted into the kiss as she realized that she was finally kissing the man that she has loved for so long. Who knows how long ago it was when Ron and Hermione realized they loved each other? Now they were finally a couple. Harry was going to have to check on the betting pool in the Gryffindor common room to see who won all the galleons that had been placed on them getting together on this day. Harry watched them kiss for a little while before doing one of his better Umbridge imitations "hem, hem." This caused them to break apart and made Ron splutter " We weren't doing anything Umbridge." Before he realized where they were. This made Harry go into hysterics. He was laughing so hard it caused Ron and Hermione to start laughing too. After they all had calmed down they decided to go looking for Ginny, the fourth member of the now golden quartet. She also happened to be Ron's little sister and Harry's girlfriend.
"Hermione what happened to you?" asked Harry as he just noticed that Hermione had a sling on her right arm. " Oh this thing? I broke my arm dodging a spell from Dolohov. Although I don't think we will have to worry about him for awhile. He kind of got beheaded during the battle by a centaur." Answered Hermione with a smile. As they walked a long the battlefield they noticed that most of the casualties were deatheaters. It was still a horrible site to look at. All the blood and twisted limbs and some of the casualties were burnt beyond recognition. Even the smell was starting to get to the trio. They went fast as they could but the smell wound up getting so strong that they had to throw up behind some bushes. After they got themselves cleaned up a bit and having used a breath freshening spell they met up with Neville and Luna. Neville had a few cracked ribs while Luna had a mild concussion otherwise both were fine. When the trio asked if they had seen Ginny; Luna answered by pointing to the cliffs at the very edge of the battlefield saying she saw Ginny fighting a deatheater over in that area. They ran as fast as their sore and injured bodies would let them. When they reached the cliffs they looked around but they couldn't find Ginny. They started thinking she might have fallen off the cliff, but neither one of them wanted to look. Hermione finally caved and looked over. She had a smile on her face; there was only one person at the bottom of the cliff. Draco Malfoy, you could tell by his hair. "It looks like he underestimated the young Ginny Weasley." Chuckled Hermione. "He did." Said a female voice behind them.
They all jumped since they didn't hear her walk up. When Harry looked at Ginny she had nothing more than scratches and bruises on her body otherwise she seemed like she was ready for round two. Which thankfully was never going to happen, at least not today. "What are you looking at Harry?" Asked Ginny not that she didn't already know the answer. Harry smiled "I was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. Her eyes are like brown honeysuckle and her hair is as red as the most beautiful sunset." It wasn't long before Ginny and Harry were snogging right there on the battlefield. "Excuse me, if you don't mind me interrupting. I would like to know what happened to Malfoy since I won't be able to get revenge for my leg?" asked Ron. Harry and Ginny broke apart blushing before Ginny gave Ron a look that said, "I did mind." "Well Ron, after I saw Draco knock you out, I chased him here to the cliffs. I knew he would take it easy with me since he thought I was no match for him. He wasn't the only deatheater that made that mistake. By the time he realized that I wasn't a pushover it was too late. I cast my infamous Bat Bogey hex on him. While he tried to get them off he slipped and fell to where you see him now." Answered Ginny happily. "Where were you just now anyway?" Asked Harry. Ginny pointed over to the hospital tent and explained how she was being given a thorough check up when she saw them rush over to the cliffs. Realizing that they must be looking for her she ran right over.
They went around looking for friends and loved ones making sure everyone was all right. Most of their friends were going to make a full recovery, unfortunately some of their teachers were not. Mcgonagall had her soul sucked out by a Dementor; she is at St. Mungos now staring up at the ceiling. One of the greatest teachers Hogwarts has ever had was completely gone. Rubeus Hagrid died that night from his injuries; passed away in his sleep. Grawp, Hagrid's half brother died on the battlefield when a killing curse hit him in the eye. Professor Flitwick would never walk again having lost both his legs to a cutting spell; he was very lucky to be alive. Madam Hooch died of a broken neck when she fell off her broom; a stunner had hit her while doing an aerial assault. Madam Pomfrey had only a few minor cuts and abrasions she was one of the lucky ones. There were more deaths of people Harry loved and cared for. Too many to even mention. There was one more death that Harry, Hermione, nor the Weasleys knew about until a few days later. Arthur didn't have the heart to tell them that Percy had died. Percy had jumped in front of a killing curse to save his father's life. It ate away at the Weasley patriarch for many days before he finally broke down and told them why Percy hadn't returned. As for the golden quartet, after being properly treated at St. Mungos they were released. Harry and Hermione moved into the burrow to live with the Weasleys. As did the Grangers, Hermione's parents. Of course they moved into a house that was right next door. That way they could be close but not intrude on the Weasleys home. The Weasleys tried to convince them to stay in the burrow but they were firm and respectfully declined.
One week after the final battle there was party held at Hogwarts. It was to celebrate their victory. It started out as a very dull party until someone talked some sense into them after that the party went into full swing. I don't remember the person who said this but I still remember it well. They said let's not celebrate our victory but instead celebrate the lives of the friends and family who are no longer with us. If weren't for them we wouldn't be here. They fought and died for this cause. It is thanks to them and to all of us that we are now free from the tyranny that was once Voldemort; or as Dumbledore used to call him Tom Marvolo Riddle. So let us celebrate their lives and all the good they have done.
"Now your great grandpa has to rest." Said a tired old man. He had messy black grayish hair and if you looked closely you could see something that resembled a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his wrinkled forehead. "Come on great grandpa tell us the rest, like what to happen to the deatheaters?" asked a young red headed girl with green eyes. "Well Lillian, most of the deatheaters were killed during the final battle and those that survived were caught within a couple days. Now I do need to rest, but I will make you a promise I will tell you the rest of this story after my nap. O.K." Answered Harry who was now 147 years old. " O.K. great grandpa." Replied Lillian with a smile.
End of Part 1
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