It was sumer and Hogwarts was empty at this time and all that could be heard was the heavy clack of combat boots. Owner of said boots purposely strood to the Headmaster's office. Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, man-who-defeated-voldermort, savior, and hero. He still wore his black battle robes with a black for fitting long sleeved shirt and black tight pants that were tucked into his combat boots that had numerous buckles, that came up to his knees. His hair, as black as death itself, was in a braid that fell to mid-back. Advada-Kedavra green eyes stared out from beneath thick eyelashes impassively. Onyx colored armor gauntlets went from wrists to elbows, concealing the two wands hidden under his forearms. As he walked he lightly felt his two main wands press against is calfs from their places in his boots. He checked the Gryffindor sword strapped upon his back and the Slytherin dagger strapped to the small of his back the hilt barely visible in the swirl of his robes. He also checked the numerous knives and throwing daggers scattered along his person, as well as his shrunked trunk with everything in his pocket and in the other his money bag with all his money. He nodded, satisfied he had everything. He soon stood before the stoned gargoyle before the office. He scowled, he hated this thing.

"Okay. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." After a long moment of silence, Harry couldn't help but grin. He got to destroy the blasted stone abomination again! So with a mere downward slash with his hand the guardian was spilt down the middle. He chuckled as he walked into the office and closed the down shuting out obsceneties that he could not understand.

"Ah! Harry my boy!" Harry raised his eyes to the protrait of Albus Dumbledore. He nodded his head in greeting,

"Headmaster. I am here-" But before he could finish he was pitched forward and felt three familiar weights upon his back,

"Alright everyone c'mon now." He heard a familiar snicker, he looked up and smiled,

"Ah, hey professor Snape."

"Severus, Harry, we have been over this. Good lord boy, I even ordered you to call me that in my will!" Harry merely smiled. He soon though turned his attention to his familiars and they all took their places upon him. Amara perched on his right shoulder, Aden on his left, and Conrad around his neck.

"We are ready to leave my old friends." Albus and Severus shared sad yet knowing glances.

"Take that red stone Harry, yes, the one on my desk and say 'Brontes Belen', and enjoy your new life my boy, and remember I will always love you."

"As will I my friend. We will miss you."

"I will miss you both as well." He picked up the stone and recited, "BRONTES BELEN!" In a strong and powerful voice, and in a bright white light and loud bang, he was gone.