Chapter two

After the Weasley's packed up their stuff, they thanked Muriel before heading to the Burrow. Even though Percy had his own flat, Fred and George had theirs, Bill and Fleur had their house, they decided to stay at the Burrow for a few days. So all seven Weasley kids, Fleur, Hermione and Harry headed up to their rooms for a good long sleep.

Later that day, Harry wakes, dresses and heads downstairs, 'Is everyone still asleep?'

'Yep, you and I are the only ones awake,' Arthur smiles, 'How's your shoulder feeling?'

'Good, it's stopped bleeding at least,' Harry sighs then stares around the large kitchen, 'It's strange, I don't need to be guarded or stay in hiding anymore.'

'No, you don't. You can rest and relax just like the rest of us are going to do.'

'Yeah, but I want to get my own place, something in the country, a house with land around it, something secluded.'

'So not Godric's Hollow?'

Harry looked back at Mr. Weasley, 'No, but I am going to fix my parent's home, but I don't want to live in it or there. I think it's time to start fresh, away from there.'

'So with what Sirius left you then you could probably buy a house.'

'Yeah, I know he's family had a lot, but my parent's left me a lot too. I wonder what's going on out there?'

'Lots of celebration parties I expect. The same thing happened the night you got your scar. Even though your parent's died Harry, he was gone so people couldn't help celebrating.'

'I get that, especially after I started to hear everything. Dumbledore told me the night he left me with my relatives that owls were flying through the day, witches and wizards were sending red sparks into the air, the muggles were noticing, but had no idea what was going on. So even though my parents died that night, it did give everyone a chance to live even if it wasn't for that long,' Harry sighed, 'How did you do it Mr. Weasley, you had all the kids and he was building his army?'

'Even though we knew the danger, we wanted our family. Is there a reason you asked?'

'Yeah, my parents were in the Order of the Phoenix, the war was on when my mother fell pregnant with me. So I'm just wondering if I was planned or an accident. I know they loved me, Sirius and Remus told me, but to have a child at that time, I wouldn't do it so I don't know how they could.'

'Not a lot of people would. But think of it this way, if I was to die, then Molly would always have me in our children. Apart from being their father, she would see bits of me in them, like Bill, the older he gets the more like me he becomes. Maybe your parents thought the same, if one died, then you were there to remind them of their lost love. Not to take anything away from the love parents have for a child, but it does make you think like that when you are faced with war and the chance of dying, I know I did.'

'I've been told I look like my father but have my mother's eyes, so yeah, I get what you're saying. I still wouldn't do it though. After going through all this for years, I would hate for my child to go through that, even if I don't want kids, accidents do happen.'

'You don't want children?' Arthur asked looking surprised.

'No, I don't. Being me,' Harry shrugged, 'even though he's gone, I'm linked to him and always will be. So there will always be some out there that will want to kill me just because I'm known as the one that killed him. To get to me, you take someone I care about. Children would be the first choice, the most sensible choice because they are young and can't defend themselves.'

'Seems you've thought about this a lot.'

'I have, for years now,' Harry sighs, 'I know the name Potter will end with me, but that's nothing compared to losing a child. Yesterday, seeing the look on your face, Mrs. Weasley's face, then others that lost their kids, I don't want that. I've seen enough death, I don't think I would survive losing someone like a child, it was hard enough losing Sirius. I almost didn't want to go on after that and if I didn't hear the prophecy, I don't think I would have.'

'I thought the prophecy was broken and no one heard it.'

'Dumbledore showed me the memory of when the prophecy was made to him,' Harry sighs, 'It's going to seem strange to go out and see what's going on.'

'How so?'

'Before, whenever we went anywhere everyone had this look. I could see the fear on people's faces, but it was more than that, hard to describe. Now though, with him being gone, most of his supporters are gone, I don't know,' Harry sighs again then put his head on his arms, 'Our world has changed and I know it's for the better, which is what we all fought for, but it happened so suddenly even though we were all hoping it's just hard to comprehend, to really believe it.'

'You're emotional Harry, you've gone through something very traumatic and you haven't had time to process everything. Once you've rested and relaxed, you will see that you can finally be that normal young man you've wanted for so long.'

'I hope so Mr. Weasley, I just feel so lost right now, out of sorts. It's like I'm still expecting to see his red eyes the next time I'm out. I don't know, I think maybe you're right, I need time to process all this.'

'You do, more than most because as you said, you were always connected with him. He's gone now, so you have to work out what your life is going to be like now.'

'Yeah, I do and all I hope is that it's relatively calm and danger free. I know that's an impossible dream, there will always be danger out there. Nothing like we've all had to live with, but still danger. I suppose it is too soon to think about all this, it's too serious to think about. My mind doesn't want to process anything right now,' Harry sighs again but he does look around the Burrow, then he spots Charlie looking down at him from the landing. Harry gives him a small smile and receives one back before the large dragon handler joined him and his father.

Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley went about fixing breakfast for everyone. Hermione had joined them and was sitting beside Harry, Ron still sleeping which was expected. Bill and Fleur were sitting opposite, Fred and George were talking quietly and Harry knew it was about the shop and their products. He had an idea for the twins, it came to him when Remus had told him he was Teddy's godfather. He wasn't sure if they would be able to do it, but at least he could tell the twins his idea then leave it to them to work out.

A large barn owl flew into the kitchen and landed in front of Harry who took the letter from its leg then watched the owl fly off.

'First of your fan mail,' Fred smirked.

Harry glared, 'Git,' Harry read the letter, 'It's from Kingsley, they seized all the death eater vaults, so he paid the goblins for the damage and fine they were going to hit me with for destroying Gringotts. At least I can go to my vaults, I need clothes and I think I want to get rid of my glasses.'

'How would you do that Harry, healers can't heal eyes completely?' Arthur asked.

'Oh in the muggle world you can either wear contact lenses, there like this small plastic eye shaped thing that sits right on your eye, they work like glasses but you can't tell you have them in. You can even get different coloured ones so if you want to change the colour from say blue to brown, you could. The other way is laser surgery, it's this sort of laser light they shine into your eyes and it fixes them. That's got some side-affects though from what I remember hearing but it was a long time ago I heard about that, maybe it's better. Now though I'll probably go with contacts, I'll just need to get used to having something in my eyes.'

Charlie reached across and took Harry's glasses off, 'So we'd see you like this, blimey, your eyes are really green.'

Harry chuckled, 'Yep, so what does everyone think, will it suit me? I'm hoping people won't recognise me.'

Charlie hands Harry back his glasses, 'It won't stop the saviour being recognised.'

'Please tell me you just made that up and it's not really the name they gave me?'

'It's true Harry, it's not even something Fred and George invented,' Bill shrugged, 'I was listening to the wireless last night. It was saviour this and saviour that, Harry Potter, the saviour of our world, blah, blah, blah,' he smirked.

Harry groaned, 'I don't think I want to go out.'

'I can keep your fans away from you,' Charlie smirked then laughed but dodged Harry's hand as he went to hit him, 'Need to get quicker than that Harry.'

'I'm too tired to get quicker,' Harry pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it at Fred, 'Read that and tell me what you think, if you can do it?'

Fred unfolded the paper and George looked on, 'Blimey, I would love to do this, it would need a lot of research, we could make it into a sweet, like the others, but different colours for different things.'

'You know what Harry, if we can do this, we'll make a fortune,' George grinned.

'You already have a fortune, but tell us what this idea of Harry's was?' Charlie asked.

'Metamorphmagus, having something like a sweet to change your hair, another sweet to change your height, and so on. We could call them something like metamorph cookies or sweets, depending on what we put them in. It could even be a potion, like the love potion, but instead of love it makes you change. Each bottle will be for one aspect of your appearance,' Fred said staring down at the note.

'So what made you think of this for the twins?' Hermione asked raising her eyebrows.

'Do I really need to explain Hermione?'

'No, but I wasn't sure if I was right or not.'

'Will you two stop it. You always seem to know what the other is going to say or what their thinking. Just tell us what Hermione meant.'

'You are nosy Charlie, always wanting to know everything,' Harry smirked, 'Okay, well,' Harry blushed, 'if I had different coloured hair or my nose was bigger, then I wouldn't be recognised and I might be able to shop without people staring at me all the time.'

'Okay, now I get it, the contact lenses and different hair, no more chosen one.'

'Yeah, pretty much,' Harry shrugged, 'I want to buy my own house, but I don't want everyone knowing where I live or following me.'

'Harry wants a house in the country that's on land and is very secluded,' Arthur said.

'I always thought you'd live in Godric's Hollow,' Hermione said.

'It crossed my mind a few times and I did seriously consider it at one time, but I want to start fresh. Put the last seventeen years behind me and forget it ever happened.'

'It wasn't all bad Harry,' Ron said as he sat down, 'We did have some good times.'

'Not enough, it doesn't balance out. If you think about it, the only time I was happy or had any fun was playing quidditch and it wasn't really quidditch, it was flying that I love doing. It was the only time he wasn't in my thoughts, I could block him out and concentrate on flying or the game. So you see, I want a fresh start, with everything, well, not everything, not my friends, but everything else.'

Ginny had been standing on the landing listening to the conversation. She heard what Harry said and it seemed to her that he even wanted to forget the times they spent together. So her suspicions that he didn't want them to get back together was confirmed as far as Ginny was concerned. But she also had another suspicion and wondered if Harry had worked it out. She only just did, so she wasn't sure he had yet. Even though she liked Harry a lot and would love to get back together, she knew it wasn't going to happen. So it looked like her life was going to be different to what she thought. But at least it was safe now and her whole family were together, to her that was the most important thing, especially after believing Fred had died. But she watched the twins and couldn't stop smiling knowing they were safe, that everyone was safe. So now it was time to be Harry's friend and not his girlfriend.