Sorry that this is so late. I meant to get it done yesterday, but my family and I had a lot of important stuff to get done and I didn't get too much free time today. So, it looks like the last chapter will be postponed, again…Hopefully, if everything works out, I'll have it up tomorrow. If not then, I'll definitely have it up by Monday. Sorry again for the delay!

Back again for the chapter before the finale! This chapter is very easygoing, the point of it being seeing the main couples of this entire story again and having closure with them. So, this story is, once again, in changing perspectives, the sections are of varying lengths. Wow…After this, there's only the epilogue and this story is done with…

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine…So please don't sue.

Nellie sighed as she lay on the ground, thanking people for their kind comments towards her. She looked at the ceiling of the Great Hall, which was showing a beautiful sunset made of orange, yellow, and red.

Nellie turned her head to the side as Madam Pomfrey treated the rest of her wounds. There, lying beside her, was the sword of Gryffindor.

She had not expected to pull that sword out of the Hat. Not in the slightest. She had been scared and in pain when Voldemort put the Sorting Hat on her head and set it on fire. But, despite the fear of being burned alive, there was no way that Nellie would ever join the monster.

Perhaps it was that single thought that made the Sorting Hat give her the sword…What was it Harri had told her once? That you have to a true Gryffindor to pull the sword out of the Hat…

"Nellie."

Nellie turned her head at the sound of her name, her eyes widening just a bit. Standing there, staring down at her with a smile on his face, was Hank Abbott. His head and arms were covered in bandages and his nose looked as though it had been broken.

"Hey there, Hank," Nellie said with a grin as the students who had been sitting by Nellie went off to give them some space, though Madam Pomfrey stayed to treat her.

"Are you going to be okay?" Hank asked as he sat down beside Nellie.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Nellie said confidently, "This is nothing compared to what those Carrows did when I refused to torture that first year."

"You've done a lot of brave stuff over the year," Hank said approvingly, "And it looks like you've earned yourself a bunch of admirers."

Nellie raised her head just a bit to look at the people who were pointing and smiling at her, probably exaggerating the stuff she had done over the year while Hogwarts was under Death Eater control.

"I wasn't being cool or anything," she sighed, wincing when Madam Pomfrey pressed a foul smelling medicine against a burn on her cheek.

"Oh?" said Hank, raising an eyebrow at her, "I call beheading You-Know…V-V-V-Voldemort's snake something pretty cool."

Nellie let out a small chuckle at that. Her smile widened when Hank reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently.

Ginny walked this way and that, trying to look for him. He was bound to be here somewhere, and it wasn't like he was hard to spot.

She smiled when she finally did see him, sitting on a step, looking about in a dreamy state. His hair was caked with dirt and a bit of blood, and he was covered in scratches and bruises. But he looked content as he twirled his wand in his hand, humming to himself.

"Blibbering Humdinger, was it?" she asked as she took a seat next to him.

Lonnie looked at her with such warmth in his grey eyes and a gentle grin. Ginny scooted over so that their shoulders were touching, hearing Lonnie sigh at the contact.

"Yes, I was quite surprised to see one here," Lonnie stated in his faraway tone, "They normally stay away from places with many people…"

"I didn't see it," Ginny said amusedly.

"Well, I suppose it must have flew off before you could get a proper glimpse of it, Ginny," Lonnie replied, "Tell you what. When I'm older, I'll search for one and bring it back so that you can see it properly."

Ginny laughed at the odd but rather sweet statement.

"You were just trying to distract everyone, weren't you, Lonnie?" she asked.

"…You know me so well," Lonnie said with an airy chuckle, "Harri wished to be alone for a bit so I gave her the opportunity to escape."

Ginny nodded at that. She looked around at the people who were comforting and hugging each other. She was lucky…Oh so lucky…She was one of the few who could say that her entire family survived the second wizarding war. She closed her eyes and shuddered, thinking of the extremely close call they had with Fred…

She felt Lonnie wrap an arm around her shoulders. Ginny leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder. She was happy…She would have so much more time with him…

As Lonnie rested his head atop hers, Ginny felt tired…She drifted off against him…

"Fred…"

Fred, who had only woken up from his state of unconsciousness less than two hours ago, turned his head slowly at the sound of his name, wincing as a sharp pain shot through him.

Every part of his body hurt, as though he had been repeatedly slammed against a brick wall and then crushed by a car…Make that an elephant…Or an elephant and a car…Fred had felt terrified when he couldn't move his legs, could barely feel them. It was then that Madam Pomfrey told him about the severity of his injuries…

"Angelina…" he said hoarsely, grinning at seeing his beloved girlfriend standing there.

She was covered in scratches and was bleeding here and there…But she was alive. As Fred helped to guard the secret passages of Hogwarts, he had been nearly sick with worry over what state Angelina was in. But here she was, slowly approaching him, her beautiful face filled with worry as she looked him over.

"You're finally awake…" she whispered as she knelt beside him, her eyes glistening.

"Yeah…" Fred said weakly, "You know how much I love my naps."

"Don't joke!" Angelina cried, "This isn't funny!"

"Ah, but what's Fred Weasley without a few jokes, love?" Fred said, too tired to put much humor in his voice.

Fred winced once more as another wave of pain flowed through his body. He hated this pain but liked it at the same time…Because this pain was the only thing that was proving to Fred that his legs weren't completely useless.

Angelina reached out to Fred and began to slowly, gently stroke his hair. Fred closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. He was nearly lulled into a deep sleep.

"I was so scared," Angelina said, moving her hand to Fred's cheek, "When I saw you lying there, still as a statue…"

"I'm fine, Angelina," Fred said reassuringly, looking into those dark eyes of hers. He saw that she looked skeptical, "Okay, maybe not fine…But I'm here, aren't I? I'm alive…"

"Thank God for that," Angelina said with the smallest of smiles, looking around, "Where's the rest of your family?"

"George went off to find Harri," Fred explained, pausing for a minute when another wave of pain went through him, "I told Mum and Dad to check on Charlie, since he got beaten up pretty badly. Bill and Fleur are talking with Percy. Ginny went off to find Lonnie. Ickle Ronniekins is probably with Harri and Hermes…I'm glad they're leaving me alone for a bit."

"How can you say that?" Angelina asked, frowning at her boyfriend, "They were worried to death about you, Fred."

"That's the thing," Fred groaned, "They were looking at me like they expected me to keel over any second, as though I were as delicate as a pansy…It…It was…"

Fred couldn't continue. How could he tell Angelina this? How could he tell her that he, the impulsive and wild Fred Weasley, had…had been scared? That the looks on his family's faces made him feel as though he just might…might…God, he couldn't even think it…

Angelina seemed to understand though, because she bent down and kissed Fred's lips very lightly. When she pulled back, she smiled at him reassuringly, in that way that made his heart race, the smile that he had often dreamed of…

"You are the most stubborn man I've ever met, Fred," she said, patting his hand, "If anyone can recover from this, it's you."

"You got that right, Angelina," Fred said, laughing until he started coughing violently. By the time his coughs subsided, Angelina looked quite alarmed, "Sorry about that…You know, I'm going to walk again. I don't care how hard it'll be. I'll definitely do it!"

"Like I said, you can pull this off," Angelina said supportively.

Fred looked up at her face, a twinge of worry going through him.

"It might take some time," he said slowly, "Years, most likely…If you're okay with dealing with me for that long…I mean, if you don't want…"

Angelina shot him a sharp glare, much like the one she used whenever he and George goofed off during Quidditch practices.

"Fred Weasley, what kind of woman do you think I am?" she asked angrily, "I don't care how long it takes, I will not leave your side! Even if you don't walk again!"

Fred let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He smirked at Angelina, who shook her head at him before returning the smile.

He had always said that Angelina finally went out with him because he was doggedly persistent and possessed enough charm to sweep the world's population off its collective number of feet…But the truth was, it was plain luck that Angelina took a chance with him.

And he would not disappoint her. He would get the use of his legs back. It didn't have to be perfect, just enough…

Enough so that he can propose properly…

Ronnie and Hermes walked through the empty, quiet corridors, their footsteps echoing eerily. Ronnie looked out one of the gaping holes in the walls of Hogwarts. The sun had nearly fully set. The stars were starting to twinkle and the moon was glowing.

Harri had asked for some time by herself after the three of them had gone to Dumbledore's old office. While they were a bit worried, they understood that she would want some time alone, even away from the two of them.

Ronnie and Hermes leaned against the wall opposite the giant hole, quietly gazing at the beautiful sky as night fell over the grounds…Ronnie couldn't believe it, that it was all over. No more Voldemort…No more…ever again…

"Can you believe this is real?" Hermes whispered, his arms crossed in front of him casually, his eyes locked on the moon.

"I've pinched myself a couple times and this hasn't vanished," Ronnie replied in a light joking tone, "I think we can safely say this is real."

Hermes looked over at her and let out a small chuckle before turning his attention back outside. Ronnie, however, kept her eyes on him, though she tried not to make it obvious.

A lot of his wounds were scabbing over, a bunch of bruises were darkening all over his skin. His hair was covered in dirt and blood. Ronnie probably looked no better. Her face was covered in grime and her own blood. She was bruised and scratched up.

But they were alive…He was alive…

Ronnie silently sidestepped a bit closer to Hermes, though he didn't seem to notice. Their shoulders were nearly touching, but not quite there…Ronnie couldn't find the nerve to take that final step. She wanted to hold him, to kiss him, like before. But uncertainty still plagued her…It shouldn't have, but it did.

"So, Hermes," she said instead, "Now that you've helped to save the wizarding world, what will you do next?"

"Ronnie, you know that Harri did most of the work," Hermes answered, looking down at her with a tender expression that made her feel funny inside, "You and I just helped along the way…"

"Even so," Ronnie stated, "Do you know what you're going to do now? I mean, we're done with school, done with V-Voldemort…What's next?"

Hermes looked up thoughtfully before giving her a response.

"Honestly, all I have on my mind at the moment is getting some food and sleep in me," he said, running a hand through his bushy hair, causing flakes of debris to fall out, "I've never felt so exhausted or hungry in my life."

"Tell me about it," Ronnie agreed.

As if on cue, Ronnie's stomach let out a loud rumble. Ronnie and Hermes both looked at her stomach before they started laughing, the spirited sound echoing off the walls.

"You never change, do you, Rhonda?" Hermes said as the laughter died down.

Ronnie smacked his arm, glaring at him with a playfully indignant expression.

"Will you ever stop that?" she asked, "I keep telling you to not call me Rhonda but you always do it!"

"I can't help myself," Hermes said lightheartedly, "Your expressions when I call you that are rather adorable!"

"Oh, so I'm your amusement, huh?" she replied, her cheeks warm at hearing him call her "adorable".

"In a way, Ronnie…"

"Git…" Ronnie muttered with a roll of her eyes.

It was quiet between them for a few minutes. But not an awkward silence, as Ronnie would have expected. Not at all…

"Actually…" Hermes began slowly, "Now that I think about it, I would like to come back here, to Hogwarts."

"What do you mean?" Ronnie asked.

"I mean, I'd like to return and finish my education," he explained, "Experience my seventh year."

Ronnie stared at him incredulously.

"You actually want to come back to school and take tests?" she asked disbelievingly. She shook her head, "That's the Hermes Granger I know…"

"It's not a crime to want to finish my education, Ronnie," Hermes said, a bit exasperated, "I want to have the requirements I need…I'd like to do something involving house elves rights, or perhaps laws on the whole."

"Going to make spew official then?"

Hermes opened his mouth, as if to respond to that by saying something like "It's not spew, it's S.P.E.W.", but quickly closed it. Ronnie, not wanting him to mad at her, decided to reveal her own intentions.

"Well, coming back isn't for me," she said, pressing the back of her head against the cool stone wall, "I doubt Harri will come back either…I wonder if that'll stop me from becoming an Auror."

"So, you really do want to be an Auror?"

Ronnie thought it over before responding, something, she realized, she really didn't do too often.

"…Well…" she said, stilling mulling it over, "I don't know if I want to do it as a permanent thing. It's something that interests me and I want to be one, but I don't see me doing it for the rest of my life."

"So what else would you like to do?" Hermes asked curiously.

Ronnie scratched her head nervously, not sure if this was going to sound stupid.

"Well…" she said carefully, "I would…I mean…Working at Fred and George's shop seems fun."

Hermes' eyes widened as he stared at Ronnie with surprise.

"Really?" he said, "You want to work with them?"

"The shop is really cool and it seems like it'd be fun to work there…Besides, they tease me a lot but…I know they love me…Don't ever tell those trolls I said that."

"I won't…It's funny, I can actually see you working there. The thing is if the twins will let you."

Ronnie nodded slightly. Things became quiet between them once again. She felt Hermes' fingers bump into hers. Ronnie felt uneasy, biting her lip and sweating just a bit…She had to know…She had to ask him now…

"Hey, Hermes?" Ronnie began softly, "Um…Well…I mean…"

"At a loss for words, Ronnie?" Hermes asked amusedly.

"Shut it," she said with a stern expression before continuing, "Well, I wanted to know something…About before…At the Room of Requirement."

"The Room of Requirement," Hermes repeated, "You mean, what happened with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle?"

"No. The other thing before that."

Hermes stared at her for a second before his face turned a bright pink. He quickly looked at the ground, quite flustered as he played with his fingers. Ronnie wasn't sure whether to take this as a good sign or not.

"Oh, I-I see," he stuttered, his eyes locked on his fingers, "Well, wh-what would you like to know?"

Ronnie took a deep breath before moving away from the wall and standing in front of Hermes. She was only a few inches away from him. She waited silently, until Hermes sighed and looked up, meeting her gaze.

"I want to know…" she started, "…I want to know why you did that."

Hermes raised an eyebrow at that so she went on.

"I mean, w-were you in the moment, caught up in the war, or something-"

"Excuse me?" Hermes interrupted, "'In the moment'? You think I would do something like that just because I was 'in the moment'?"

Ronnie furrowed her brow when she recognized the anger in his tone.

"I'm not suggesting anything," she stated, "I just want to know why you did it. Kissing someone is a big deal."

"I'm quite aware of that, Ronnie," Hermes responded, crossing his arms in front of him defensively as he leaned against the wall.

"Oh, forget it!" Ronnie said irritably, "Forget I mentioned it."

Ronnie turned to storm off, but she was stopped by a strong grip on her wrist.

"Wait," Hermes said.

Ronnie pulled her arm free and turned back to face him. Hermes was looking at the ground, muttering softly to himself. Ronnie felt a bubble of laughter building up inside her at the scene, but she didn't want to stop being mad at Hermes so easily. Finally, he lifted his head.

"Hold out your hand," he said.

"What?" Ronnie asked, having not expected this, "Why would I-?"

"Ronnie…" Hermes groaned.

Ronnie held out her hand, still confused as to what Hermes wanted. When he asked her to then close her eyes, she became more puzzled. But she did as he asked, waiting.

Ronnie let out a soft gasp when she felt something ice cold against her wrist.

"Open your eyes," Hermes said after a minute.

Ronnie did as he said and her jaw dropped open. There, on her wrist, was something she thought she would never see again…

"…My bracelet," she whispered.

And it was. It was that silver bracelet with the bloodstone and aquamarine stone, the same one Hermes had given her on her birthday…

The same one she had thrown at his head when she left him and Harri months ago.

"But I thought you would have-"

"Thrown it out?" Hermes finished, a serious expression on his face, "I considered it, many times. What point would there be for me to carry that around? After all, you apparently made it clear what you felt about me and Harri."

Ronnie tried and failed to suppress a wince at the rather cold way he said that last part.

"By the way," he continued, "I know there's something you and Harri didn't tell me about that locket. You don't have to explain yourself now but I would like to hear the whole truth one day."

Ronnie nodded, her eyes on her bracelet.

"So why did you keep it?" she asked quietly.

"…It hurt when you left," Hermes said, "You made me feel more things over those few weeks than I had ever felt before…But, I always thought that, somehow, you'd come back."

Ronnie went to his side, pressing her back against the wall like he was, though her eyes didn't leave his.

"I'm tactless," she said, "I tend to speak without thinking."

"True," Hermes agreed with hesitation.

"I don't know everything like you do," Ronnie continued, grimacing at his agreement, "I'm impulsive. I get into fights a lot and I curse even more."

"Yes, you do," Hermes said.

"I really hurt you guys when I left," she whispered, "I did it because…I was being stupid, a git."

"Right…"

"…And you still thought I'd come back?"

Hermes let out a long breath. He stepped away from the wall and stood in front of Ronnie. She was a bit taken aback by this and tried to step back even closer to the wall. Hermes stepped closer to her.

"Don't ask me how the mind of a lovesick boy works," Hermes said with a chuckle, his arms on the wall on either side of Ronnie, trapping her where she stood.

Ronnie gaped at him, at the smile he was giving.

"…What…?" she said, cautious but hopeful as well.

"Ronnie, you don't get it?" Hermes laughed good-naturedly as their foreheads touched, "Heaven help me, I love you."

At this point, the girl would usually squeal with happiness and say all sorts of mushy stuff. All Ronnie could do was stare at Hermes in utter shock, her mouth wide open.

"Ronnie…?"

Shocked silence.

"…Ronnie…"

Silence.

"Am I going to get a response?" Hermes asked nervously, "I mean, I'm sorry if I'm moving too quickly but-"

Hermes was cut off when Ronnie hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. As Hermes wrapped his arms around Ronnie, she smiled and said the words she'd always been too cowardly to say.

"I love you, Hermes."

When she felt Hermes' body tense, she looked up and saw that he was staring at her, his face a bright red. Ronnie couldn't take it anymore…She laughed, though she didn't release Hermes from her arms.

"You're so red!" she giggled, "And after you said it first!"

"You're red too, Ronnie!" Hermes countered, though he was beginning to laugh as well.

"What kind of comeback was that, Gentleman of Gryffindor?"

Hermes smiled at her before bringing his head down close to hers. Ronnie gulped as she moved her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Just before their lips touched, Hermes stopped, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What?" Ronnie asked, eager to continue from where they left off a few hours ago.

"You have dirt on your nose, Miss Weasley," he said with a smirk, "Did you know that?"

"…You really are a prat," said Ronnie in response.

Hermes' reply was to finally kiss her, their arms wrapped tightly around each other and no war to interrupt them.

It was dark now in the corridors of Hogwarts. The moon didn't offer enough light and no one had lit any lamps.

"Lumos," Harri whispered, taking out her wand and using it properly for the first time since she had repaired it with the Elder Wand.

The tip of the wand lit up, allowing Harri to see where she was going. In her other hand was the Elder Wand, which would be going straight into Dumbledore's tomb after Harri had taken a long rest. But, before she went to rest, Harri felt the need to walk around the castle, to see the damage for herself.

Harri paused, hearing footsteps behind her, closing in. She spun around quickly, her wand at the ready.

"Whoa!" George cried, raising his hands up in surrender, "I'm innocent, I swear!"

Harri instantly relaxed as George walked up to her, putting his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. Harri pocketed the Elder Wand, though she kept her own wand out to provide light.

"You startled me, George," Harri said, looking over George to see how hurt he was.

Bruises and scratches, a nasty gash on his arm. But, other than that, he seemed okay. Harri looked at his eyes and saw that they were going over her in a similar manner.

"Well, you don't look too worse for the wear," George said in a relieved tone, "That's good. I was already near crazy worrying over Fred."

"He'll…He'll be okay, won't he?" Harri asked apprehensively.

"…Yeah," he replied, a flash of fright passing across his face, "He finally woke up while you were gone. He got tired of seeing me mollycoddling him, so he told me that I should look for you. Madam Pomfrey says that he'll have one hell of a future ahead of him, but he'll live."

Harri grimaced as she quietly asked the one thing that bothered her most.

"Will he…walk again?"

George let out a weary sigh that did not suit him at all.

"Maybe…He'll have to work harder than he ever did before, and it'll take years. But there's a chance."

Harri's shoulder slumped, her wand arm lowered. That was not the answer she would have liked to hear. Maybe if she had done something different…

"I know that look," George said firmly, stepping in front of Harri and taking her chin in his hand, forcing her head back up, "Don't you dare try to blame yourself for this, Harriet Potter."

"But, George, what if I had-?" Harri started to suggest.

"What, Harri?" George interjected, "What if you had what? If you had taken the hit for Fred? If it was you lying there in the Great Hall? Well, where would we be now, huh?"

"But-" Harri tried again, only to be silenced by George's glare, which was far too similar to Mrs. Weasley's than she ever thought possible.

The two of them started to walk, not really saying anything to each other until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was crying and hugging a friend of hers from another portrait.

"Um, can we…?" Harri asked, trailing off.

"Oh, my dear, go right ahead!" the Fat Lady exclaimed joyously as she swung open, allowing Harri and George inside.

"Man, I've missed these!" George said contentedly as he lay back on one of the comfy couches in the Common Room.

"Me too," Harri said with a grin as she allowed herself to sink into her favorite chair by the fireplace.

The pair spent the next several minutes in silence. Harri felt herself beginning to drift off and wondered if George had already done so.

"Hey, Harri?" George said, answering her thoughts, "You're going to come over to the Burrow after this, right?"

"What do you mean?" Harri asked, sitting more upright so that she wouldn't fall asleep on George.

"I'm sure Mum will not let you out of her sight after this. She'll probably want the whole family to stay for a few days…or weeks…or months…No less than a couple years."

Harri let out a tired laugh at George's serious tone and how he was lying on the couch, his hands under his head and his legs kicking the air, as though he were a little kid.

"I would definitely love to stay at the Burrow," Harri said, happy at the thought, "But…I don't think I'll make it a permanent thing. I'll probably stay for a few days though."

"Then, where will you stay afterwards?" George asked, sitting up and looking at Harri.

Harri looked up at the ceiling as she thought.

"Well…" she said slowly, "Sirius did leave me a house."

"You'll stay at Grimmauld Place?" George asked, scrunching his nose.

"It won't be so bad," Harri insisted, "Actually, before I move in, maybe I can get it renovated. It's only dark and gloomy because that was how the Black family has made it for years. Fix things up, remove other things, maybe expand…I'm not touching Sirius' room though, or Regulus' for that matter."

"Way to bring out the interior decorator in you, Harri," George said jokingly, "I don't think Kreacher will like you messing with the place though…"

"He's dead…" Harri said lowly, "I saw his body when I was walking around the castle."

George suddenly looked at a loss for words. Harri understood, since his last experience with Kreacher was the complete opposite from what Harri, Ronnie, and Hermes had experienced.

"He was decent enough," Harri stated. Upon seeing George's confused face she elaborated, "Ronnie, Hermes, and I had to stay at Grimmauld Place a few times when we were on our journey. Hermes was right, as usual…What Kreacher needed was kindness…"

"Well, he died happy enough then," George said.

Harri nodded in agreement. Her thoughts turned back to Grimmauld Place, the place Sirius had hated so much. But he had hated it because of what the Black family was infamous for. Perhaps, with the right changes, Harri could turn it into a home, a home that Sirius actually would have enjoyed.

"Won't it be lonely though?" George asked, getting up and taking a seat in the chair beside Harri's, "Living in that big place all by yourself?"

Harri shrugged, not uttering a word. Yes, it would be pretty lonely. But she wouldn't bother the Weasley family by living with them for a long time. And besides, she had always wanted a home of her own, a happy, warm one, ever since she saw the Burrow. So what if she would be living by herself for the first couple years? It wouldn't be too bad…

"You know," George stated, "Maybe Ronnie and Hermes will move in with you. After all, they'll probably want to leave the nest at this point."

Harri perked up at that. Maybe…It didn't have to be for a long time. After all, they were eventually going to live in their own homes, or home if everything worked out between them. But maybe Ronnie and Hermes could stay with her for a bit.

"That would be great," Harri said with a smile.

"At least you'll never have a dull moment," George said, "Oh, Harri, what a future you'll have. Breaking up fights between them, having to deal with Ronnie's endless appetite, making sure Hermes doesn't go within three yards of my Ickle Ronniekins if he knows what's good for him."

Harri rolled her eyes at that, deciding to save Hermes the trouble by not mentioning to George that Ronnie and Hermes were practically together already.

"…Maybe Teddy will live with me," she murmured, "No…Tonks' mother will probably take him. She legally has the right to after all."

A solemn silence formed between them, a pain forming in Harri's heart as she thought of Lupin and Tonks…Of Teddy, who was orphaned because of Voldemort and his followers, like she was. But Teddy would be different than her…Because Harri will make sure that Teddy will grow up with love.

"Even if he ends up at Tonks' mother's place, you probably won't leave him be," George said in a humorous tone, obviously trying to put a smile back on Harri's face, "That boy will see so much of you that he'll be sick of you."

"I don't know what you're talking about, George," Harri said, "I'll be as good a godmother to Teddy as Sirius was a godfather to me."

"That's so reassuring, Harri…" George answered sarcastically, earning a smack on the arm from Harri.

Harri reached into her pocket, running her fingers along the mirror shard, before she felt the object she wanted. She pulled out and smiled fondly at the toy Golden Snitch. She looked at George, who was also looking at the Snitch with a grin.

"You still have it," he said.

"Of course," Harri replied, before adding in a joking tone like George's, "It helped to remind me not to look at other pranksters while I was gone."

"Did it?" George responded with a laugh, "Well, I'm glad. Though there's no way you found anyone better than me."

"I found plenty who were more humble than you," Harri said dryly.

Harri and George stared at each other for a few seconds before laughing. Harri would have never expected that she could laugh so soon after the war, which had ended only hours ago. But George always did that to her, and she had missed this while she was gone.

Harri tossed the Snitch up, activating its magic and making it flutter around her. Harri reached out, her fingers closing around the golden ball. But hers weren't the only one.

Harri's eyes locked with George's, his fingers also around the Snitch, as well as Harri's own fingers. They both lowered their arms, though neither of them released the toy.

"Nice catch," Harri said, feeling a familiar feeling welling up inside her at George's touch, "You could make a decent Seeker."

"What, and leave you out of a job?" George replied with a small chuckle, "You can probably play professionally, Harri."

"I would love to…But, I think I'd rather be an Auror," Harri said, partially aware that hers and George's heads were moving closer to one another.

"Catching Voldemort wasn't enough for you?" George asked, "You have to catch all the other bad guys as well? That's so like you…"

Harri didn't respond, because, at that moment, her forehead and George's touched. The only sound in the Common Room was their breathing. Harri shuddered when George placed a hand behind Harri's head and urged her forward.

Harri had to hold back her desire to tackle George at that moment, as they kissed each other desperately. Instead she wrapped her free arm around George's neck, her other hand still holding the Snitch and being held by George's hand.

After what seemed like a lifetime, they pulled away from each other, both breathing hard, their cheeks tinted pink. They chuckled softly as they stared at each other. George slowly released Harri's hand, allowing her to pocket the Snitch, her eyes never leaving George's face.

"Say," George said, sounding rather breathless, "I've been meaning to get myself a relationship…I'm fond of heroic girls. Know where I can find one?"

That roguish grin. That humorous tone. That warmth and gentleness. Harri realized in that moment how much she had missed it all…And how much she longed to never be without any of it again…

"…I love you," Harri whispered.

George's eyes widened a bit and he seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, his mischievous grin appeared.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked, tapping the place where his ear used to be, "I'm a tad deaf in this ear."

Harri gave him a look, causing him to smile at her in a way that made Harri feel like all was right with the world.

"And I love you, Harri," he said with so much sincerity and warmth, leaning forward and brushing his lips against her forehead, "Though I may change my mind if you go off on another dangerous, nearly yearlong journey to who the hell knows where."

"I'll try to avoid that," Harri assured him.

Harri spent the rest of the night in the Common Room with George, eventually falling asleep beside him, knowing that, for once, she wouldn't have to wake up to chaos and worry, to danger and despair.

She would simply wake up…

Done! Yes, I'm aware that Kreacher lived in the book, at least that it's implied, but I had him die here because I don't see him as the type to allow Harri to renovate Grimmauld Place, even though she was kind to him. The book never mentions where Harry and his family lives after the war, so I'm having Harri live there. I'll explain more stuff in the next chapter.

Kudos to those of you who were able to recognize where I got the joke George made about his ear from.

The next chapter will be the finale! I hope you all enjoy it!

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