- REALISATION -

CHAPTER TWO: FOREVER IN HAVEN

Years elapsed and seven years had come to pass, eighteen years of life had a true Gryffindor had but lost to shadows…

Shadows it was not, but to the gardens of Evergreen.

Do not feel the despair, for the death of a wizard receives many a condolence and sorrow.

He had sacrificed his life for the sake of the magical world to safety and peace, but all was caused of inferno on that millennium, darkened of one's death.

The time of evil had ended.

But of all the history of Harry James Potter faded to the fires...

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"Do you think he'll be in the Evergreen Haven?"

"I don't know,"

"Then what does your heart tells you?"

"…that he's up there already."

Dusk crawled across the sky, to the ceiling of the earth, fluffy clouds in forms of many creatures resembled guardians allowing the weak sunbeam to touch the ground. But unlike what they looked like, the colours of their bodies were moody and full of despair, mourning over the death of one whom all of the magical world came too late to respect.

In a secluded area of a bridge over the Thames Estuary stood a wizard and a witch embraced in each other. They were mysterious not for the reason of hiding themselves from Muggles' preying eyes, also not for their safety but a lone moment in anguish for the remembrance of their best friend and brother.

Ron had his arms encircled around Hermione, consoling her to dry up her tears. As once said before: "Not all tears are gifted as pearls from heaven, but not all tears are the despairing of an end…" but for the hazel-haired witch, it's the mixture of both.

"It's alright, 'Mione," Ron soothed her as he patted gently on her back. "I know he's already at peace."

She had softened down a little, but still she could not let the thought of Harry of his sudden death wash away easily. She raised her head as though a wolf to howl, gazing at the sky and put on a sorrowful smile. Clearly she was devastated, but yet she was happy…that Harry had finally found freedom, his wish.

"For three years since Voldemort's defeat he's been in a coma, Ron. He suffered long enough and he strived to live for such a long time, but why in the end he just gave up?" she sniffed as she rested her head on Ron's shoulder, too exhausted after hours of fallen tears. But still she looked at the sky of the beautiful yet crying sun setting behind the clouds.

"No, Harry didn't give up just like that,"

"What?" she questioned the tall wizard beside her.

"Harry did not end his life for defeat, but because he finally realised that he cannot stay here for long."

"What do you mean?"

Ron turned his head from the view at the sun to Hermione. "What he wanted in his life is all in the next world, at the Evergreen Haven. He knew we all wouldn't forgive ourselves, but there's nothing here that could please him. He wanted to see his parents, Sirius; his greatest hope is where he's at now."

Hermione released a soft cry, tears welling again in her eyes. A moment later she felt a soft gesture in her stomach, her face conjured a tiny smile with tears, pulled her hand to the place and comforted it.

Ron pulled her closer into his arms. "I don't regret anything of marrying you, Herm. We accomplished Harry's wish but he didn't get the chance to see it. Yet I got the feeling he's really happy we did, not forgetting that you're expecting our first child soon."

Hermione's tears had stopped and she was grinning. Genuine, broad grins across their faces, lightening the dark in their expressions.

"Forever more, Harry Potter, we love you and will never forget you. We'll tell our children about you and pass down the history."

Ron visualised his best friend smiling from the haven, glad to see them so happily ever together and married as well. Suddenly he saw a truly translucent figure of Harry, standing casually not far away from them with a wide smile. Harry waved at him, he looked so enlightened, so calm, so spirited. Then two other adults appeared on each side of him, the man looked strangely familiar and the woman was the same too – of her eyes.

Now he understood. Harry had united with his parents.

The trio smiled at him, and when Ron blinked, they vanished. He thought that Harry sent a message to him – that he had reached the goal of his crave and now lived as the happiest of all.

"Goodbye, Harry," he whispered.

"Ron, the baby kicked me again!" Hermione exclaimed. She sounded so joyful, so excited. "So it proves that he is very active like you."

"Oh, really? So what if he's going to be fussy and a smarty-pants like his mother?" Ron teased.

"I'll make sure nothing of that would happen," she playfully punched him. "It's good to be a smarty-pants, unlike his dumb father."

"So you're saying being an Auror is stupid?"

"I didn't even mumble those words! Besides, if I said that it'd mean I'm dumb as well."

He sighed silently, staring at the dark waters below him before turning back to the witch. "Let's go back home. Don't forget that Mum is getting extremely frustrated these days when she knows you're running around being eight-month pregnant and you know she's desperate for a grandchild."

"I wasn't running around!" she snapped at him.

"Yes, you are. Working at the Ministry five days a week, attending meetings in different places, being part-time mother growling at practically anyone who drops a tiny crumb on the floor," he replied cheekily.

As Hermione's blabber went on, Ron took one last glance back to the sun, one cloud which resembled Harry's face.

"Dear friend, farewell."

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It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy!

Of course I know it's a boy, we've known it for months already, you fool!

Yay! I'm such a proud father…why is he so tiny?

He's supposed to be tiny, silly! He's a newborn and mind you he's your flesh and blood.

Yes, yes, and do I have the permission to hold the baby from Her Royal Majesty?

Of course.

What shall we name him?

…I'm not sure, but it'd better not be Ronald Jr. or I smack the silly out of you!

Maybe…we shall name him…!


A/N: Gawd, I feel like crying! Oh but for one thing I feel like it's a little exaggerating here…but anyhow, I still think it's really sad! We'd better hope JK Rowling doesn't really kills him off. Anyway, you know the last sentence up there? I'm leaving you to decide what name they give for the cute lil' baby! You'd probably have guessed it out easily.

And you know that one quote up there? It's actually half of the quote/words of my pal Emily (diagonist). I ain't stealing her ideas or somewhat but just to make sure I'm no stalker! And pls don't HAUNT me that I've killed Harry off. It's MY fanfic and I get to DO ANYTHING I WANT! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

crowd edges off and SWAT team pointing water guns at Nessa

WHAT? I'm just playing a joke here!

One more thing: I've NEVER ever seen the Thames Estuary, let alone actually set foot out of my country (Malaysia), so I dunno how exactly it looks like. I came across the name in a map in my Oxford Dic, so any Britons here can fill me in about it!

See that SHINING 'Go' button? Click it! IT'S THE DOOR TO HEAVEN! No matter whether you leave a word or blabbers, I'll appreciate it!