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Spoiler Warning: Contains info on Deathly Hallows, if you haven't read the book:

1. Don't read this and;

2. Hurry up and read the book, already!

A/N: Hope you like, this is just me filling in the gaps between the death of Voldemort and "19 years later". Please leave me reviews, its hard to write if nobody likes what your writing. I simply wont write anymore if nobody's reviewing. :) Thankyou kindly.

This particular part takes place when Harry has just mended his wand using the elder wand, blah blah blah. Voldemort is dead and Harry, Hermione and Ron are up in the headmasters office. You know, all that stuff.

"…I've had quite enough trouble for a lifetime."

"Harry, its over," Harry felt Hermione's soft hand on his arm, "we did it. You did it. You were wonderful. You've saved the wizarding world."

Harry chuckled, "I don't know about that, but I did my best."

"Your best WAS the best, mate," Harry's best friend Ron grinned. Although Ron appeared happy, Harry could see the sadness behind the grin for the death of Fred. Dumbledore watched happily from his portrait. Around him, Harry could see the other portraits of Headmasters and mistresses of Hogwarts grinning. Even Phineas Nigellus looked chirpy.

"C'mon guys, lets get back down to the Great Hall."

Together the three friends walked down the spiral staircase, past the gargoyle, and made their way to the great hall. On the way they passed the spot where Fred had died.

"Stop," Harry wanted to do something. He hadn't felt like this since the death of Dobby… The hole in the castle had healed itself. Harry watched as Ron walked over and touched the wall that had previously been blown away, the memory of the bits of brick and rubble falling over himself, Ron, Percy, Hermione and Fred, still fresh in his mind. Watching Ron rest his head against the wall was agonising for Harry, he knew exactly how his best friend felt. He, Harry, was also suffering from the pain of losing Fred, Tonks and Lupin. He watched as Hermione joined Ron and rested her head on his shoulder. He suddenly remembered why he had wanted to stop here after all. From his wand sprung a long line of flowers, roses, lilies, daffodils, flowers of many colours. The room was filled like a garden, vines creeping the walls, flowers spurting from green grass that covered the floor…how fitting, he thought, the first spell his newly repaired wand had performed…for Fred. He held the holly and phoenix wand tight to his chest, as he watched as his best friend walked over to him and embraced him.

"Thanks, Harry."

"No problem, Ron," Harry choked back tears, "it was the least I could do."

Hermione was silently watching, a single tear creeping down her cheek. She waved her wand and a small plaque appeared above the doorway.

Fred's Room

A room dedicated to the rememberance of Fred Arthur Weasly, may all the people who enter this room remember Fred for how he brought more laughter into a world during a time of sadness. This young man died fighting for what was right. Let he amd his bravery be an inspiration to all.

She turned, planted a swift kiss on both Harry's cheek and Ron's lips and led them towards the hall, where dinner and the company of friends awaited them.

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