Sighing in regret Harry pondered his dismal packing skills as he decided to forego wearing his filthy underwear again, instead going commando.

'Like a real man mate!'

Chuckling quietly to himself Harry grinned at the very Ron like statement, he could imagine Ron clapping him on the back while puffing his chest out "man-like" as Hermione liked to call it. Shaking his head ruefully at his memories Harry carefully dressed in his signature pants and sweater.

After he pulled his sweater over his head he glanced down at his bare feet then at his ruined socks and shoes. Casting a quick scourgify on his shoes Harry proceeded to carefully pick up his socks and then lovingly clean them in the stream.

"OH! Great mister Harry Potter! Dobby will always cherish these socks he will! He'll clean them everyday and take very good care of them you see, and when the great mister Potter comes to see Dobby again Dobby will make sure he has two great socks to give to the savior of the wizarding world!"

With a small sparkle in his eyes Harry lifted his socks and proceeded to lay them on a fairly large stone to dry. The sparkle dimmed just slightly when the memory of a small headstone only visited by one small savior appeared in his mind. Harry would never forget the sacrifice of one brave and loving house-elf.

Turning from his socks Harry took small steps to his pink purse, making sure to avoid anymore mischievous roots. Sitting down Indian style Harry proceeded to rifle through it for the small potion kit he remembered Mrs. Weasley giving him at one point. Finally feeling the hard edges of a small rectangular object Harry pulled out a small white and blue colored box.

Opening the box and setting the Elder Wand aside for the moment Harry took stock of what he had in the kit.

'Burn and bruise healing pastes, a calming draught, skel-gro, murtlap essence, and a bit of felix felicis. Not a bad selection but not the biggest variety of potions either.'

Harry could just see Professor Snape sneering at his dismal collection of potions, then hear him snarling about useless dunderheads who had no right to even touch a caldron.

Taking care not to use too much of the burn and healing pastes he had Harry proceeded to lightly apply portions of them to the most serious areas in need of attention.

Afterwards he settled gently on a small root to let the potions do their work, feeling like the dunderhead Snape used to call him.

"What kind of idiot puts on his sweater knowing he still has injuries to tend to?" he mumbled to himself.

Silently cursing his thoughtlessness Harry resigned himself to wait there, after all he had also forgotten to pack bandages in his first aid kit.

Coughing in embarrassment Harry directed his attention away from his previous train of thought and onto the small purse laying innocently beside him on the log. There wasn't much in the "handbag" just a few sentimental items that Harry cherished with all his broken heart and some mildly useful things for if he was ever in a pinch.

Deciding to lay each item he had out in front of him on the ground so that he wouldn't get confused about what he had and didn't have Harry started to take inventory.

Since his first aid kit was already out he set that down first. Reaching into his purse Harry pulled out the empty vial that used to house his blood replenishing potion.

'I'm sure everything has some use so I'll be careful with this.'

Setting it down inside an empty space in his kit Harry then proceeded to pull out a Bezoar. Confused at first because he didn't remember putting one in the purse Harry paused in thought and tried to recall how it managed to get inside with everything else.

Suspicious but drawing a blank Harry chose to ignore how the Bezoar appeared in his purse for the moment and continue his inventory.

After setting the Bezoar down he pulled out a small pouch that was labeled Instant Darkness Powder. Pondering for a moment Harry recalled where he had found the powder and what it had been used for. During the invasion of Hogwarts the Deatheaters had thrown the powder in the air which had caused the immediate surroundings to turn a pitch black, they had then used The Hand of Glory to find their way as they attacked the school.

Later, after the attack was over and everyone had started to pull themselves together Harry had stumbled upon the body of a Deatheater. Beside the body had laid the exact same pouch that Harry was holding at the moment with the same amount of powder it had then. He had never used any of it, instead he kept it as a reminder that even his people were capable of great evils.

Laying the pouch beside the Bezoar Harry reached into the purse again and received his holly wand. It's smooth surface which had been recently polished was now lightly scratched. In his haste to replace his holly wand with the elder wand he had carelessly throne the wand into his purse, most likely it had hit the edge of his first aid kit and received the scratch as consequence.

Feeling his holly wand spark lightly in warning Harry assumed that it was warning him not to repeat such behaviors in the future. Staring down at his first wand as it lay lightly in his burnt hands Harry felt love and friendship well up inside his heart.

"I'm sorry old friend.", he whispered. "I didn't mean to damage and discard you like that, I was panicking and rushing to find a solution. Moody always said you should think with your head and not your heart, but I always seem to be doing the opposite. Please forgive me, for I am nothing but an old fool."

Finishing his small apology Harry proceeded to lightly run his index finger down the length of the wand to try and sooth it. As a feeling of forgiveness and love washed over him from his wand Harry smiled in relief and happiness, glad that his oldest friend wasn't upset with him.

As the years passed him by his holly wand had become a constant in his life. Though he had stopped using magic two centuries before he had never set his wand aside. He made time everyday to clean and talk to the wand, basically telling it about his day and how he was feeling at that particular moment. At first Harry hadn't received any answer from his wand and truthfully had never expected to, the first time the wand had washed it's emotions over him he had been shocked and clutched at his chest thinking he was having a heart attack. The entire time his holly wand had been filled with amusement and mischief, obviously that had been the intended affect the entire time.

At the present moment however feeling his holly wands love for him gave Harry a feeling of peace in his heart. It gave him the knowledge that something still cared about him, even if that something wasn't actually alive to other people it was alive to him and that's all that really mattered.

Giving his holly wand one last stroke Harry gently set it down next to everything else and pulled out something fuzzy.

Feeling his cheeks heat up Harry knew he was starting to blush in embarrassment. In his hand was a pink pygmy puff, and not just any pygmy puff but Arnold the pygmy puff.

Flushing with shame Harry held Arnold in his left hand while he covered his eyes with his right.

Ginny had given Arnold to Harry as a token of her affection when she confessed her feelings towards him. Harry had attempted to refuse the gift by stating that while they had dated and he did love her they were no longer together and his love was now completely platonic.

Ginny had nodded her head in agreement and acceptance, but stated she still loved him romantically and always would even if he never returned her feelings. After her loud speech she had refused to leave Harry alone until he accepted Arnold to show he acknowledged her feelings and understood how much he meant to her.

Though reluctant to accept such a girly animal Harry had none-the-less done so and attempted to smile while doing so. Mrs. Weasley had kept a framed photo on her mantel of the grimace that had escaped instead. Every year around Christmas Ron would point at the picture and walk around with the same mixed expression getting many laughs and jokes as a reward for his efforts.

Feeling his flush recede Harry gazed down at Arnold with a bit of grief upon his face and sadness in his green orbs.

When Ginny had been on her deathbed dying of Dragon fever at the old age of ninety-seven Harry had sat beside her with Arnold in his lap. Though flushed and sick Ginny had been coherent through her sickness and they had many polite conversations before she passed. On her last day Harry asked her why she never got married or had children of her own to love and cherish. Ginny had gazed at Arnold for a long while before she answered, she stated that her feelings for him had never changed or weakened. She loved him with all her heart and refused to have a family that he wasn't a part of. With her last breath Ginny had looked at Harry with a love so deep that Harry had wished with all his heart he could return.

She had died selflessly loving a broken man who couldn't return her feelings. After Ginny's death Harry had refused to look for romance or love, he felt that he didn't deserve love after making her go without it and a family. He knew she wouldn't want him to feel that way but he couldn't help it, she deserved more than he could give for loving him so much.

Willing the tears in his eyes to dry up Harry slowly placed Arnold on his shoulder keeping still for a moment to see if he would fall or not. Feeling Arnold snuggle up against his neck then settle down to nap Harry gently smoothed down his fur then let him be.

There were only a few things left in his purse after Arnold. There was his Invisibility cloak, the Resurrection Stone, the Elder Wand, the sword of Gryffindor, the photo album and flute that Hagrid had given him on his first Christmas at Hogwarts, a snitch that Luna had charmed to follow him, and some gillyweed.

Once everything was in front of him Harry made sure to memorize them all so he wouldn't forget what he had.

Satisfied with his inspection on his inventory Harry packed everything but the Elder wand, his sword, and Arnold away as carefully as possible.

Once he had finished packing Harry glanced down at his chest noticing that the pastes had finished their work and that it was safe to put his sweater back on. Lifting Arnold gently so as not to wake him Harry set him on the log beside him as he slide his sweater back on. Once his clothes were secure once more Harry placed Arnold back in the crook of his neck and charmed a small leash onto his neck so nothing could take off with him, like a bird or extremely brave cat. Deciding that the saying better safe than sorry would probably apply Harry also placed a strong protection charm on Arnold just in case.

Reassured Harry focused his attention on his sword and wand. Both needed something to house them that Harry could draw them from at a moments notice. Looking around for something suitable for transfiguration Harry set his sight on two sturdy looking rocks. Transfiguring one into a sheath for his sword and the other into a wand holster Harry decided that his spells should last for a few days before he needed to reapply them. Eventually he would have to make a homemade sheath and holster, but for now the ones in front of him would do.

Satisfied that he was now as prepared as he could be Harry sheathed his sword by his waist and holstered his wand to his right thigh.

Taking a deep breath of air to fortify himself with Harry felt his bladder shudder in agony. Scrunching his face in the typical "I have to use the restroom right now!" look Harry did the age old pee-pee dance as he looked for a suitable bush. Spotting several bushes Harry settled for the nearest one and awkwardly made his way to it.

Once he finished his business his stomach also decided to make itself known by clenching just hard enough to make Harry feel nauseous. Using his newly healed hands to clutch his gut Harry glanced at the fruits hanging on the vines he had spotted earlier. He wasn't sure if the were poisonous or not, and he didn't know any spells to check them with either.

At this point though he really felt like he didn't have any other choice. Striding over to a vine Harry picked the smallest fruit he saw, which was the same size as his hand and colored with a mixture of blue and purple. Taking a deep bite Harry chewed and swallowed quickly then waited to see if he had any adverse reaction to it.

When nothing happened after a few moments Harry cautiously began to finish the rest of the fruit and enjoy the strange flavor.

'It tastes like chicken? What a weird but wondrous place.'