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Harry stared out his window from the Headboy's compartment. Hermione was already home, so it wasn't as if he had anyone to talk to. Instead, he was suppose to call Perfects' Meeting, alone, and carry it out, alone, and explain to the perfects what they were suppose to do while they patrolled the walkway, alone. In other words, he had to tell a bunch of teenagers, who happened to have experience the scariest thing in their lives just days before, that they weren't out of the woods yet and that they may be attacked by ex-Death Eaters on their train ride home.
Harry let out a frustrated sigh. It was suppose to be over, it was all suppose to be over! He had killed Voldemort, he had lost Sirius, Dumbledore, Ginny, George, Charlie, Arthur, Percy, and gods, so many other people. They had paid the price for victory, why was it the war dragged on? Did more innocent people have to die?
"Hey Harry," Luna said, waking him from his thoughts. Harry pulled Luna into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. They both smiled, happy to be in the arms of the one they loved.
"What are you going to do next year?" Harry asked her. Ginny was dead, and the rest of Luna's friends had graduated.
"I don't know," Luna replied earnestly, "Write you and Mione alot of letters. Keep the Weasley's on their toes with my letters. Spend a large amount of time talking to McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey, and help to train the new school librarian."
"So I shouldn't worry about you being lonely?" Harry asked innocently, knowing that Luna would be lonely without him there.
"Harry Potter, you know damn well I'll be lonely," Luna replied. Harry would be starting Auror training in the Fall, so it wasn't as if he could visit her everyday.
"I'll visit you," Harry promised, "I swear it on Dumbledore's grave, you won't go a week without seeing my handsome face."
"Handsome?" Ron asked opening the door, "Why thank you mate, I always knew you saw my beauty."
Harry looked up at Ron and smiled. They were coming, Harry would have to explain everything in about five minutes. He held on to Luna hoping it was all just a bad dream. Hoping that, somehow, he would wake up as a one year old.
But alas, he wouldn't, and he quickly went through what he was supposed to say as Luna helped him to his feet. Five minutes later, the compartment was filled, and Harry had to start his speach.
"Er...right," Harry began, not quite knowing how to say this, "Okay, we have to patrol the corridors. Anything suspicious, and you must alert either me or Ron or Draco. Professor Moody has recieved information, and he has reason to believe that ex-Death Eaters will be attacking the train." Harry paused and looked around at the shocked faces. They, too, had thought the war was over, how very wrong they were, "Any way, this is my last meeting, so goodbye everyone, and good luck."
The perfects split into groups so they could patrol the halls better. They all had their wands out and were mumbleing things under their breath. Harry could swear he heard someone say, "Yep, he is off his rocker. The war's over." Harry smiled, it was times like these that he wished he was insane, then he wouldn't have to deal with pain, or guilt, or grief. It was times like these, when the pain and grief overflowed and all he could think of was pain and hatred, that he just wanted it all to end. And he thought it had ended. It should have ended. Why the hell isn't it ended? Harry thought furiously, Why the bloody hell do I still need to fight? And why the BLOODY HELL do I still feel this damn pain?
Of course, there was no answer, there never was. Only now his questions had changed. The originals were something along the lines of Why the hell did he choose me? Why the hell does everyone I know get into trouble? and, the one he had a habit of asking over and over again, even now, How the bloody hell did I get myself into this mess?
Now that, was a very good question, if you asked Harry. He hadn't chosen to fight Voldemort. Hell, he didn't want any part of it. Unfortunately, he also didn't have a choice. So what use was there in complaining. A hell of alot, Harry decided. If there was no use in complaining, then why the hell did everyone do it?
Another very good question, that Harry would ponder over until his dieing day and still not know the answer. Of course, at the time, he didn't know that, so he could ponder it for as long as he wanted.
"Harry?" Luna asked as she rose to leave, "Harry, are you coming?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, still pondering his question about complaining, "Oh, yeah, just a minute."
Harry turned around to see the retreating landscape of Hogwarts. He didn't know it then, but he would return, one day, he would return to Hogwarts and fight another Final Battle. And when that day came, it would finally bring peace to the Wizarding community, if only for a little while.
Harry turned his back and walked out of the compartment. He turned his back on his past. It was over, he would remember it, he would never forget it, but it was painful, and he was tired of the pain.
"Harry," Tonks called from the other side of the platform, "Oy! Harry!" This, of course, attracted the attention of everyone within hearing distance of Tonks, otherwise known as the whole platform. A bunch of people came running over to Harry, and if it hadn't bin for Harry's quick thinking, he would still be signing autographs. But, Harry quickly put up a shield and apparated next to the barrier before they could touch him. Then he called out to Tonks, Remus, and his friends and walked out onto King's Cross Station.
Ron entered the station next, followed by Hermione, Luna, Neville, Fred, Lee Jordan, Bill, Remus, Tonks, Moody, Molly, Draco, and McGonagall. McGonagall looked at bit different today. Her hair was down and she was wearing a dark blue muggle dress. Harry figured she wanted to fit in more. Not that that was possible when you are Minerva McGonagall, but she could try, couldn't she?
Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and the two of them led the way out of the station. They stopped at the corner realizing that they had no idea where they were going. That's when Moody distributed little keys that Harry assumed were portkeys.
"What's the activation word?" Harry asked as he grabbed his key.
"Think, Potter, think," was all Moody said in reply.
"Ok, er...Golden Boy, the Order, er....Oh. Constant Vigilnace," Harry said. At that moment he felt the familiar tug on his navel and the annoying feel of being transported from one place to another by Portkey. He landed on the familiar street of Grimmauld Place and waited for the others, who arrived shortly after. They slowly made their way into the House of Black, and walked quietly to the kitchen. Remus and Harry, no matter how hard they tried, were still unable to remove the picture of Sirius' mother. So now they place Silencing Charms around it, but as Moody implied, you could never be too careful.
The group walked into the Drawing Room where Dobby had a fire going. The said House Elf came running through the doors at that moment and flung himslef at Harry, "Dobby is so happy to see you Harry Potter. And yous too Wheazy family and Luna and Hermionniny. Dobby is sorry for Weazy's loss. Dobby is sorry much."
"Hello to you too," Harry said as he gave the House Elf a rather awkward pat on the back. Then he let go and Dobby went to get them some lunch. They sat down and ate, and then packed up their things and went to the fireplace. Harry took one last glance around, he couldn't wait to see the remodeled house, then he said, "The Burrow," and left.
