Epilogue

Regret

Harry Potter had liven a miserable life for the first ten Years of his life. His parents had died when he was only a Year old and he had gone to live with his horrible relatives, the Dursleys.

On his eleventh birthday, he recieved a letter telling him he'd be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There he met his best friend, Ron Weasley. Ron had come from an all wizard family so he was able to show Harry the ropes of magic. His other friend, Hermione Granger, was a book-knowledge-filled girl who always got the top grades. She had been born to Muggles, non-magical people, so this was her first encounter with magic.

Harry was famous at Hogwarts because of one thing: He didn't die. He and his family were attacked by a Dark wizard called Voldemort, who some know as Tom Marvolo Riddle. There was only one Killing Curse known to wizard-kind and it had finished off many more advanced wizards, including Harry's parents, Lilly and James Potter. But, when Voldemort turned his wand to Harry, who was just a baby, the spell rebounded upon Voldemort and he fled, the power he had spent fifty Years gathering gone.

He had come face to face with Voldemort in his first and second Years at Hogwarts. In his third Year, a servant of Voldemort who had been thought dead, was discovered and went back to Voldemort without blowing his cover.

In Harry's fourth Year, he saw Voldemort once more. He had killed a fellow student and was brought back to full power. Harry had nightmares about it for months. Then, Voldemort tried to lure Harry out of school in his fifth Year to make him retrieve a prophecy that foretold Harry's birth for Voldemort did not know the whole thing, just the first half. They prophecy was destroyed in the act of Voldemort trying to grab hold of it. However, Harry was able to here the prophecy from the only living soul who heard, his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

This is why Voldemort attacked him.

In Harry's sixth Year, Harry met someone who was able to contribute his powers to him. He was known as the Half-Blood-Prince, also known as Godric Gryffindor, founder of Hogwarts and Gryffindor house. In Harry's seventh Year, his final Year at Hogwarts, he started to settle down and went steady with Hermione. At the end of this Year, Harry had vanquished Lord Voldemort.

When a wizard saves another wizard's life, it leaves a bond of debt from one to the other. The servant of Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, betrayed Voldemort and was able to pay Harry back. Harry and Voldemort shared a wand core substance (the tail feather of Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes) so it was impossible for the two to duel. However, with Peter doing away with Voldemort, the job was done.

Harry and Hermione married and Harry got a job at the Ministry of Magic as an Auror, or Dark wizard catcher. Harry won an Order of Merlin, First Class for being the Auror who had caught the most Dark wizards than any other Auror, ever. After this he retired and started up his own association, the D.A. (or Defense Academy) where wizards could learn how to defend themselves against Dark wizards. Ron, who had become and Auror with him, was the first member to join. After this, Harry began work at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He soon went through all the ranks and became Chief Warlock and also became a member of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Around this time, his two kids, Karinthia Potter (the eldest twin) and James (in name of Harry's father) were born. Both of the twins favored their older gender counterpart parent in looks.

Harry soon grew tired of the business life and retired from both committees. At this very same time, Professor Dumbledore had retired, also. Harry decided to enter the world of academics and took up the post of Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Harry had always considered Hogwarts his home. All the passageways, ghosts, classrooms, trick stairs, and weird happenings appealed to Harry so much. Now, he could formally call Hogwarts his home because now he lived there. Hermione took up a job as Charms teacher not long after were they reside now.

The day after his students had left, Harry walked around the castle for a little inspection that, he felt, was totally unnecessary, but liked to do it anyway. He had just had a some unfortunate things happen at Hogwarts and he was reflecting on them.

Harry had just been informed by a student that Lord Voldemort had regained power, something he hadn't expected to happen ever.

He had also told the student who had told him about Voldemort a lie. He was about to kick himself for it, but it was necessary. He didn't want the student worrying. It was a lot to handle, but he would discover soon enough. How could he not?

After checking the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tower common rooms, Harry went down to the kitchen corridor to check Hufflepuff.

Harry had written to the boy's family. They probably had their hunches about it, considering Sibyll has being Gloria's sister. Harry knew he should have told the boy, but like printed earlier, he didn't want him worrying. Next Year...maybe when he's older..

Harry frowned. He remembered when someone else had said that about him. "You were too young, much too young..." said a gruff and soothing voice in Harry's mind's eye. The man in question had held in the secret for all most six Years. Six long Years. Harry didn't want to have to do that. He would hold it in but not for six Years. Hopefully not more than two or three. He was regretting not telling him now, so imagine how upset he'd be if he postponed telling him long than he needed to.

He finished his search after inspecting the Slytherin dormitories and retreated to his office on the third floor.

"Weasley and Weasley's Skiving Snack Boxes!" he told a gargoyle. The gargoyle sprang to life and revealed a spiral staircase leading upwards. Harry climbed it and came to two doors with a griffin for a knocker. He opened them and came into the largest teacher's study in the whole of Hogwarts castle.

Dark detectors were on every inch of table, shelf, and even floor. A Foe-Glass stood hung on the wall with a form that had not been there the night before. Sneakoscopes, Secrecy Sensors, and other such things were on Harry's desk. A silver basin with a strange sort of light coming from it was in a cupboard and other twinkling silver objects littered the room too. Two golden perches sat on either side of Harry's desk. On the left was a snowy owl by the name of Hedwig. Currently, she was sleeping. The other was a bird with red-and-gold plumage called Fawkes, who had once belonged to Albus Dumbledore.

Harry made his way to his large wooden desk and sat behind it. Both bird showed Harry their affection by a hoot from Hedwig and a soothing song from Fawkes. Harry stroked the both of the two flying creatures and sighed. Why hadn't he told Terry? He was regretting quicker than he thought he would.

The doors opened again and Hermione came in with a peeking head.

"Harry? May I come in?" asked Hermione. She came in anyway.

"Sure," said Harry. "Anything the matter?"

"No, not at all," said Hermione, shaking her head. "I just came to tell you that Monty has finished inspecting the grounds. Now, is anything the matter with you?"

Harry turned his head to a window and stayed silent, but his looks spoke louder than his words.

"Is it about Terry Ollivander?" asked Hermione. No answer. "Don't beat yourself up, Harry." Hermione went behind Harry's desk and put her hands on his shoulders. "I wouldn't have told him either. He's too young, much too young."

Harry closed his eyes, put his hands to his face, and set his elbows down on his desk.

"I just...didn't want him to get upset when I told him I postponed. I got so angry with Dumbledore...I didn't want that to happen with him. Terry's sort of grown on me."

"He has for me too, Harry. But he's too young," said Hermione. "He wouldn't be able to handle it. He would become to confused and worried and scared and excited all at the same time. Wait until he's matured a bit, then tell him."

"I will," said Harry, taking his face out of his hands. He looked at Fawkes, who looked back at him and made a sort of coo. "He'll be far too important in the end not to tell him."