I have no idea what happened to this chapter! It had a lot of coding and crap so I deleted it and reposted this chapter. Sorry about that, people! Hopefully won't happen again! I hope you guys like it. Don't be afraid to comment! P.s. I don't own Harry Potter no matter how many shooting stars I wish on!

Harry hated the Wizarding world sometimes. Alright, most of the time. He couldn't help it. He had fought their war. He had killed for them, something he swore he would never do, and yet they wanted to know why he wasn't out there celebrating with the rest of the wizarding community.

Harry threw down the Daily Prophet in disgust. Evidently, people were wondering why the 'Man-Who-Conquered', as they had now dubbed him, had gone into a self-exile. Harry snarled at the small picture of Rita Skeeter that was waving at him from the pages of the paper before flicking his fingers at it and watching it burst into flame. As if he wanted to go anywhere near the wizarding world right now. Now that they had finished burying the dead, they were out celebrating and begging for their supposed savior to lead them once more.

Even though Harry despised the Wizarding world right now, it wasn't the main reason why he had secluded himself in Grimmauld Place for the past month. No, the main reason he had hidden himself away was because he couldn't control his magic. Ever since the Final Battle his magic had been very...violent. He couldn't control it nearly as well as he used to. Whenever he was angry, things would catch on fire. Whenever he was upset, an unearthly wind would blow around him. And in one memorable moment, Harry accidently threw Kreacher across the room because the house elf had scared him so badly.

It had all started when Harry had tried to use his holly wand for the first time since he had repaired it with the Elder wand. He had tried to cast a simple Incendio charm, but the wand had exploded in his hand, burning his hand rather severely. There was nothing left of the wand that he had cherished so much. Now, Harry was forced to use the Elder wand whenever he required any major spell work to be done.

No matter how many times Harry had tried to get rid of the wand, it kept coming back. In fact, all the Hallows kept coming back. He couldn't get rid of them (not that he wanted to get rid of the invisibility cloak). He'd try to throw the ring and wand away, but the ring would appear on his finger and the wand in the wand holster he kept on him at all times. Harry was beginning to think his sudden influx of power had something to do with the Deathly Hallows, and he couldn't do anything about it.

With a loud pop, Kreacher appeared in front of him. "Filthy Mudblood wants to be lets in, Master Harry," Kreacher said with a scowl.

Harry groaned. "No doubt, she wants me to go out and do my 'civic duty'. Thanks for telling me, Kreacher," Harry grumbled before forcing himself to go to the door.

With a heavy sigh, Harry prepared himself for the upcoming fight. He quickly drew the Elder wand before opening the door a crack.

"What's worse than dying?" he questioned warily.

Hermione gave him an exasperated look. "Really? Come on, Harry! It's been months since the war was over! Why do you still insist on doing this?"

"Answer the question." Harry continued to glare at her through the tiny crack.

"Fine! Fine, the answer's 'expulsion'! Now let me in, Harry," She said with a huff before forcing her way past Harry and into the hallway.

"Of course, Hermione. Please, do come in. No need to linger outside," Harry grumbled sarcastically. "What do you want?"

Hermione crossed her arms and sent a sharp glare at him as if she wanted to scold him for being so rude. "Harry, you have to leave this house sometime! It's not healthy! I'm...I'm worried for you," Hermione faltered at the end, slumping slightly.

Harry ran his hand through his hand in frustration. Only she could make him feel annoyed and guilty at the same time. "I told you, Hermione! I don't want to go anywhere near the Wizarding world! Hell, the one time I went out, I was practically mobbed with people asking if I was going to run for Minister! Minister! I'm not even eighteen yet!"

"Look at it from their point of view. You're their hero. You saved us all. Of course, they think you'd be a great leader," Hermione said beseechingly.

"But that is what not I want to do, Hermione! I don't want any more lives depending on me. I just want to be normal." Harry sighed as if pushed past her into the kitchen. Why could nobody understand that he just wanted to be left alone?

Hermione ran to catch up to him. "Well, at least, come to the memorial for everyone who died in the wars. They're supposed to be commemorating your parents and Dumbledore," Hermione said hopefully as she shoved her way in front of Harry, completely blocking his way into the kitchen.

"You know there is no love lost between me and Dumbledore. He was a manipulative old bastard who used us to further his own agenda." Harry pushed her out of the way.

She should know by know how much he hated Dumbledore. He had left Harry with his abusive relatives and refused to let him leave even after the blood wards had fallen. Hell, Dumbledore had even refused to train Harry. He had basically shoved Harry into the war with no preparation at all except for a few measly memories that barely even helped him find the Horcruxes. Dumbledore had turned Harry into a soldier with no training.

"You can't possibly mean that, Harry! He did so much for us! The least you can do is go to the memorial!" Hermione said outraged.

"He controlled our lives! Of course, I mean it! He was the chess master, and we were the pieces! Can't you see that?"

Hermione looked utterly baffled. "He was the leader of the Light. He was doing what he thought was right."

"Please, like he honestly cared about right and wrong. It was all just a game to him," Harry watched his friend's reaction. When she still looked slightly outraged, he turned away with a sigh.

"Just go away, Hermione. I want to be alone," Harry mumbled.

Hermione must have realized she wasn't going to win the argument. "At least, go outside sometime this week. You're almost as pale as a ghost," She tried to joke. Too bad it was true.

When Harry refused to answer Hermione slumped even further. She looked as if she had aged twenty years. The war had caused everyone to age it seemed. "Please, Harry. Go outside." She gave him one last look before turning away and walking out of the house.

Harry waited until he heard the door click closed. "Kreacher," he called. With a pop, the house elf appeared before him.

"Whats can I do for Master Hary?" The house elf asked.

Harry glanced down the hallway. "Make sure she's gone, and didn't leave any nasty surprises, Kreacher."

The house elf scuttled down the hallway glaring at the walls as if they would tell him if Hermione done anything. Harry wouldn't put it past his brilliant friend to leave some kind of spell behind that would force him to leave the house.

Kreacher came back a dark scowl on his face. "Mudblood Witch left nasty spell, Master, but Kreacher fixed it."

"Kreacher, she may not be my best of friends right now, but that doesn't give you the right to call her a mudblood." Harry was getting tired with the house elf's bigoted ways. He may be useful and extremely loyal to the house of Black, but his hatred towards those with less than pure blood would never change. Kreacher gave a slight nod before continuing his grumbling.

Although Harry hated to admit it, Hermione was right. He was wasting away in this house. He needed to find something to do or else he'd go mad.

Harry glanced around the dark house he had come to call home. It still oozed darkness but something seemed to be missing.

"Kreacher?"

The house elf looked up, curious.

"When the order was cleaning out this place, were you able to save most of the stuff they were going to throw out?" Harry asked.

Kreacher's eyes grew large before shaking his head. "K-Kreacher could only save a few things," he started fiddling with the locket around his neck, "KREACHER, FAILED MISTRESS! SHE WOULD BE SO, SO ANGRY WITHS KREACHER!" Kreacher wailed, fat crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Kreacher! Kreacher, it's alright," harry shouted, but his words didn't seem to register with the house elf, "Kreacher, what if I said I wanted it all back?!"

The wails stopped as soon as they started. The house elf's eyes were huge and watery. "Y-you mean that, Master Harry?"

Harry quickly nodded. "Do you know what the Order did with the items? I know they practically cleaned out the library when they were getting rid of anything dark. Do you think we can get everything back?"

"Kreacher can finds everything! He swears it!" Kreacher claimed with a determined look.

Harry chuckled lightly. "Ok, Kreacher, if they sold anything you can use money from my account to buy it back, alright? But let's make this house what it used to be."

Kreacher laughed, bouncing up and down. "Kreacher starts right now, Master Harry! Kreacher starts right now!" The house elf disappeared with a slightly louder crack than normal.

Harry looked at the spot where Kreacher had just vacated. He shook his head. "Merlin, what have I gotten myself into?"