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Commemoration

The Leaky Cauldron was filled with people. Harry waved at people as he made his way through the crowd. The party was going strong—not that he'd expected anything less—but he really wanted to find Ron and Hermione.

He'd promised them they'd be the first he came too when he finally arrived.

It seemed like the entirety of Dumbledore's army was present at the party, which made Harry happy. They tried to find a date every year that would be good for everyone, but it wasn't often that they actually managed.

Hell, even Molly was here, sitting in a corner booth with Arthur, her knitting needles in her hands even as she laughed at something her husband said.

It was a nice tradition to have a party for those that fought in and survived that last battle at Hogwarts, Harry thought. It was more personal, and it meant a little more than the stuffy Ministry Gala that would be happening in just a few weeks.

Eventually, Harry found his friends, hidden away around the side of the bar with George, Neville and Lee Jordan.

"Hey guys," he greeted, accepting the hugs, though he winced at the back-slap from Lee. "You two got a minute?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Ron and Hermione.

They both nodded eagerly, and Harry led them to the quietest corner he could find. He turned his back to them, and lifted his t-shirt, showing off the new tattoo that covered the top half of his back.

It was a beautiful art, and Harry and his tattooist had worked on it for months before Harry had been satisfied with it.

In the middle, his mum and dad, smiling happily, were surrounded by a phoenix fire circle. To one side, Sirius, laughing with his head thrown back a little, and padfood lying beneath him. On the other side, Remus in his teaching robes, his eyes twinkling as he held his wand aloft.

"It's beautiful, Harry!" Hermione gasped.

"It really is, mate," Ron agreed.

Harry dropped his shirt and turned to face them. "You like it?"

"It looks great," Ron said, nodding his head. "I bet it hurt like a bitch though, didn't it?"

"Wasn't the most comfortable," Harry replied with a wry grin. "Worth it though."

"Oi, you lot, come and join in will ya?" George shouted, waving them over. "This isn't the time for super secret meetings, you know!"

"What are we doing?" Harry asked, accepting the drink that was thrust into his hand.

"Gonna have a sing-a-long," Lee cheered, as the music behind him started.

"Oh Merlin, I think I need to catch up on the alcohol intake," Harry groaned as George and Lee led the singing, others around the bar joining in on the lines they knew.

Hermione smiled at him. "Your tattoo really is nice, Harry."

"Thanks, Hermione."

He let himself slip into the party spirit for the rest of the night, but in the back of his mind, a happy glow reminded him of the commemoration on his skin of the people who'd helped shape him into who he was today.

The world was finally moving on, and Harry thought that maybe he was ready to join them.

Written for:

The Fabulous World of Comics: 21. Fire (word)

Showtime: 7. Singing

Lizzy's Loft: I3. Knitting needles

Murder Mystery: Where: The Leaky Cauldron

Game Of Life: Scenario: A Party

Geek Pride: My Little Pony: Write about someone getting/showing off a tattoo.

Say It With Flowers: Queen Anne's Lace: Post War