A/N: This chapter is shorter than the last, and quite short in general but I want to clear things up a bit before I carry on. JK left a mess. Thanks for the reviews.

A/N2: I apologise for answering my reviews here. I'll submit proper replies to the reviewers who logged in.

Chapter Two: Her Constructive Mind

After a rather enjoyable breakfast, in which Harry was stared at a lot, Harry and Hermione, along with the other remaining students and teachers (and visitors) set to work on repairing the castle. Some of the house elves helped, but most remained in the kitchens to prepare lunch. Harry was surprised to see that quite a few had remained to help make the castle orderly.

As this was Harry's first time helping (though not Hermione's, because Harry slept through a day), he was unsure what to start with, until Hermione dragged him up to the fifth floor, which he and Hermione had been assigned, along with a group of third years (all classes had been cancelled and all punishments revoked).

"Okay, you guys go that way! You, you and you, come with us. We'll go this way and meet you round the other side!" Hermione commanded the students. Harry followed Hermione and set to work on clearing up the mess and the other students set off around the corner crying reparo as they went.

They worked tirelessly. Apparently, repairing the castle was heaven compared the wrath of the Carrows. With every fractured rock there was a reparo and with every burn or blood-stain, there was a scourgify, a spell that Hermione taught the few third years who didn't know it.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry called, lifting the head the back onto a statue. After balancing it just right he cried "Reparo!" and the white marble re-sealed itself. He crouched down and lifted an iron helmet, surprisingly heavy, placing it on a suit of armour, which had returned to their positions after being animated to fight. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard a quiet "Thanks" when he did so.

"Harry!" called Hermione. "Give us a hand!"

Looking round Harry saw Hermione wrestling with a tapestry. Apparently, it wanted to cuddle her. "Finite Incantatem!" He called, to little effect. Instead, he grabbed her hand and tugged. As soon as Hermione was pulled free, the tapestry went still.

"I didn't know it did that. Well, it's not ripped any more." She said, causing Harry to laugh. A few loose floor tiles lifted into place with a quick "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Scourgify!" Harry said, rubbing out the burn marks on a wall. "Scourgify! Scourgify!" and more marks were erased, leaving the brick below spotless.

"Harry, you could try Restorus Multiplus. It takes a bit more power but it lasts until you cancel it." Hermione said. One Restorus Multiplus later, and Harry felt like he was brushing the wall when he moved his wand over it.

After about half an hour, Harry found the statue of Gregory the Swarmy; where Fred and George had made their swamp. The statue was in two pieces. The bottom stood on the floor where it should, the top, some thirty meters away down the corridor. Harry doubted he could levitate it all the way himself, especially given it's weight; but something compelled him to try anyway.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" He called, while Hermione tried to tell him it was too heavy. Despite her doubts and to his own surprise, he levitated the chest and head all the way down the hall with ease. When he got to the other half of the statue, he brought it down to rest, matching up the cracks close enough for it to be repaired. "Reparo!" and the cracks closed, with a small puff of dust.

"Wow! You're getting better." Hermione said. She turned and repaired a tapestry with a flick of her wand. They then went for a long stretch where the corridor required no cleaning or repair as if the Death Eaters hadn't ventured so far, until they turned a corner and ran into the rest of the group.

"Done?" Hermione said, in a commanding sort of tone. They nodded and she said "Right, you may as well go to lunch then."

They ran off down the stairs and Hermione said "I'm going to the library. I'll be back at the end of lunch. McGonagall wants most of the school done today, while we've got the numbers to do it." With that, she disappeared off to the library leaving Harry to walk alone down to the Great Hall. When he got down the first staircase, the fourth floor, he saw a group of students helping professor Flitwick back to feet, apparently having had a spell backfire on him.

"Professor, are you OK?" Harry asked.

"Harry my boy! Yes, fine, fine! A minor mishap occurred when trying to repair this mirror!" he said, in his usually squeaky voice. "It turns out this mirror..." which had a large crack across the middle of it "...has some kind of spell repelling charm."

Harry recognised it as the mirror that Fred and George had once shown him in passing. Behind it was a now-caved in passageway out of the castle. Just like the entranced to the kitchens, the marauders map explained how to get behind the mirror.

"Professor, aren't those type of charms one-sided? I mean, don't they only work to protect the object from the direction in which it was charmed?" Harry asked, recalling some of his OWL charms work.

"That's correct Harry, you were always very good at charms. I remember that exceptional summoning charm you performed..." he answered, but Harry's thinking had drowned out the rest of his voice.

"Accio marauders map!" Harry said, summoning it from the minute trunk he had borrowed from Hermione that contained the small number of possession he had left. After just minutes, Harry heard a whooshing from down the corridor, and the marauders map flew into his hand (Flitwick said "Oh my."). He unfolded the parchment and said "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." To which a few of the fourth years with Flitwick laughed.

After the map's contents had appeared, he located the mirror on the map. Underneath it, it said "Rirrom, rirrom, on the wall, get me out of here!". He stated the words, and the mirror swung forward, revealing a dark tunnel, which ended in a rocky wall.

Pushing the mirror fully open, he pointed his wand at the back of it and said "Reparo". A tinkling sound, and the fact he wasn't blasted off his feet, stood to say that he had been successful.

"Right, off to lunch children!" called Flitwick. He was nearly knocked off his feet by the rush of students running past him. "Very good, Harry. No doubt your future holds many more great deeds." He chuckled, before agreeing to walk with Harry down to the Great Hall. As they walked, a curious Flitwick interrogated him about his absence this year at school and what he had been doing. Harry had no trouble telling him, he seemed rather wise to a lot of the story anyway. No doubt, most of the school did.

·º.oº·

After lunch, which included a little less staring than before, Harry was instructed to take a group of first years, whose number was small, and Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest to help clean up the clearing in which Voldemort's camp had stayed. Hermione had not yet returned and Harry had half a mind to go and look for her, but Minerva had rushed them out the doors.

The Entrance Hall had been surprisingly crowded, mostly with members of the press trying to get an interview, now that the travel-limits had been lifted.

As they walked across the grass, down to the forest, various reporters were trying to ask him questions.

"Mr. Potter, is it true you have procured a wand of power?"

"Harry, it's me, Rita. Do you think You-Know-Who's gone for good?"

"What did you mean when you said 'there are no more Horcruxes'. Does this mean You-Know-Who tried to secure his immortality with more than one?"

He was once again surprised by how dangerously close the press were with the their guesses, though, in all fairness, Harry had announced this to everyone in the Entrance Hall.

Harry waved his wand and a flash and a bang silenced them, a few followed him a few more steps but when they realised they could no longer talk, they gave up.

"Damn reporters. You alrigh' Harry?" Hagrid said, now walking beside Harry like a body-guard.

"Yes, I'm OK." Harry replied. Lowering his voice the few reporters creeping around them couldn't hear, he continued. "I just wish I hadn't said so much in such a large crowd."

"Dun worry abou' it. They'll ge' bored of it once it all blown over."

Harry certainly hoped so. "Hagrid, can I leave you to it? I want to write a letter."

"'Course. Jus' dun let McGonagall catch yer." Hagrid replied and Harry began to run back to castle.

When he got there, a few of the reporters began whispering questions at him. The whispers grew steadily louder as the charm began to wear off. He'd only got to the top of the first staircase when they were all shouting at him. Remembering Dumbledore's escape in his fifth year, Harry called Serafina. From her perch in the owlery (where she was frowned upon by the other birds) where Harry put her, Serafina materialised in front of him in a flash of fire, beating her wings. She had already grown considerably.

"Can you take me to Gryffindor tower?" He asked her, and with a slight nod of her head, she presented him her tail to take hold of. When he grasped it, a warm feeling took hold of him, and he reappeared in his dormitory, leaving the calls of "Mr. Potter, is that your phoenix?" behind him.

Opening his small trunk, he retrieved a piece of parchment and a quill and then pocketed them. Also taking a nearly-empty ink-bottle, he asked Serafina to next take him to the library. A flash of fire, and a warm feeling later, he re-appeared in the library, just meters from Hermione.

"Argh!" she cried, as she fell off her stool and Harry laughed.

"Were you here the whole time?" Harry asked and Hermione blushed.

"Yes, but I think it was worth it. I've been reading up on spell creation and I think I've just about managed to perfect my alteration of the Reparo spell. Watch."

With this she walked up to a stone statue and pointed her wand at it. "Frangeo!" The statue erupted, showering anything within thirty meters (most of the library and it's few occupants) with lumps of rock and debris.

"Miss. Granger! You'll leave at once!" Madam Pince nearly screamed.

"Hang on!" Hermione pleaded. She pointed her wand again. "Watch now, Harry. Reparo cito colligo!"

All of the rubble and dust that had been spread over the library was sucked into the end of Hermione's wand and Harry thought she had banished the statue somehow until a loud bang and a flash blinded them all for a few moments. When he opened his eyes, he saw the statue fully materialised in front of him, where Hermione had pointed her wand. It was in the wrong position, but it was fixed.

"Out, Miss. Granger. Now!" Madam Pomfrey shouted, and Hermione bowed her head and left Harry to write his letter.

Harry set his stuff on the table and sat down. Serafina perched herself on the bench next to Harry, where she got appreciative glances from Madam Pomfrey. For several minutes, he thought about what he wanted to write. After several more minutes, he looked down at the piece of parchment which had his letter written on it.

Andromeda Tonks,

I'm writing in regard to the guardianship of Ted Lupin, my godson. I deeply regret the loss of Nymphadora and Remus but, at this time, I am unable to look after Ted, as it my plan to return to school to complete my NEWT's. I would be very grateful if you continued to look after him until I leave school as he knows you the best.

I would be willing to pay towards his upbringing and would visit him regularly. Please send a reply with Serafina.

With love,

Harry Potter.

With that, Harry rolled up the parchment and gave it to Serafina and said "Wait for a reply."

The bird disappeared in a flash of flames and Harry sat there, wondering if it was too much to ask the elderly woman to look after his godson. After a few minutes of pondering that thought, Serafina returned, grasping a reply in her claw.

Harry,

My daughters' and her husband's death is most regrettable. I've grown very fond of Ted, so it would be my pleasure to look after him while you return to your studies. There's no need to send any money, as I would love to look after him and I have more than enough.

In regards to Nymphadora and Remus' funeral, they are to receive a joint ceremony. It will be held in four days at mid-day. Please meet me at my home, so that we may travel together.

Kind regards,

Andromeda.

With that, Harry got up and made his way to the forest to help Hagrid. A few hours later found Harry, exhausted and asleep in his bed in Gryffindor tower, dreaming of arguing with centaurs and cursing the brave Acromantula that strayed too close to the clearing they were trying to clean.

A/N: Another chapter done and dusted. I know it was a little uneventful, but J.K. Rowling left a little bit of a mess to clean up at the end of her book (not including the epilogue, of course). In this chapter, my aim was to tackle the castle that was left in disrepair and leave Ted with Andromeda so that there wouldn't be too much baggage for Harry's next adventure. I know that sounds harsh, but I didn't want to have to kill him. Nobody is safe from me! Muhaha.