"I can't believe we came back," Hermione sighed.

"I know right? Feels so weird," Ron looked around curiously, " I wonder how much they changed after the War?"

"Yeah. Well. I don't want to be here and i don't really care. Guys can we just hurry up?" George whispered angrily, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Harry glanced up from the well worn, well loved pice of parchment he was studying. He sighed, and looked around, "Guys, we need to do this. But we have to change it a bit. Not everybody is as smart as Fred and George, to be able to figure something like this out."

"Don't talk about him please Harry. Not here."

Hermione looked over sympathetically, and placed a loving hand on the scarred man's shoulder. "Why don't we just change it a bit? Like maybe 'I need help with potions' and then anybody would be able to get it?"

"Well ya, but I don't want just anybody to have it. They have to be special."

"Oh sure Harry, let's just let the Map decode for itself why don't we? Bloody hell."

"Actually Ron..." Hermione said shyly, "Ive been working on something. It's similar to what the wand makers use in their wands..."

"Brilliant! Hermione I have told you before, we never would have lived if it weren't for you."

As the Golden Trio and the remaining twin stood silently, hidden by Disillusionment Charms, Hermione tapped the scrubby bit of parchment. She tapped it three times, muttering 3 words under her breath. One ginger looked one way, one looked the other, and the dark haired boy with the scar on his head watched with an indifferent look on his face.

"Accedo. Judicium. Optime."

"Well. What now? Should we leave it in a common room?"

"I don't know Harry, if Hermione put this charm thing on it maybe it will just be best by itself?"

"Guys it doesn't matter. Just drop it on the ground and let's go. I haven't been here since the war."

"I feel like this should be a bigger deal than it is. Ya know? Like maybe you should say something, Harry. After all, it was your family that made it. Right?"

"Ron, don't be ridiculous."

"No Harry, I think he's right! Maybe you should...I don't know. Maybe say goodbye? You're not giving up the cloak...but it is kind of your last link to Hogwarts, to Remus. Sirius. Not so much your dad, but still. You're opening up a new chapter, and closing the old one. For good. I think that's pretty important."

"Thanks, Hermione. Way to make me feel all emotional and what not. I guess you are right though. Um, well I don't really know what to say. Thanks for having the answers when all we need to do was look harder. And thanks, Dad and Padfoot. And Moony too. You guys helped me find who I am," Harry said, his green eyes glistening with unshod tears. He unobtrusively cleared his throat, "Yeah, well I guess this is it. Couldn't have done it without you."

The scarred and unhappy face of George looked up and placed a hand over Harry's and the Map. "I sure am glad that Fr-Fred and I broke into Filch's office all those years ago." a look of intense pain came over the haggard features, and just like a wave crashing over a rocky shore, fell away again. Behind it, like magic, was a younger version of the twin. The same face they should have been looking at all along. Years of grief and pain melted away, just as his hand fell from the Map. To the three onlookers, it seemed as thought George was glowing, and his whole being visually relaxed. Almost to quiet to hear, the man renewed in front of their very eyes whispered three words, ripped from his heart. "Good bye Fred."

And so the Map fell to the ground, a lost bit of parchment destined to live out it's days helping the troublemakers of Hogwarts get un-lost and make mischief. A little bit of parchment that helped save the world, and in the end, saved a man.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George walked away, in step with one another, side by side, and equally glowing with their own suffering and grief, finally forgiven and released from the tortures of their minds.