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Harry Weasley and the Reflection of Vengeance

By: Starwin

-Epilog

Harry Weasley was a very special boy, though he did not know it. There were two very important things that made him special. The first was his father, Harry Potter, who had died eleven years ago fighting the dark wizard Voldemort. The second was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. It was very much the same as the one his father had had and Harry always felt like it connected them to each other, since Harry had never known him.

Harry lived in a house in Diagon Alley with his mother, Ginny. Like many children his age, Harry wanted more than anything to start his attendance at Hogwarts. It was the school both his mother and father had attended. And every night his mother told him stories about the time she had spent at Hogwarts and about Harry's father whom she had loved very much.

Tomorrow would be his eleventh birthday and his mother had promised him a special present. Harry was sure he knew what it was. It was something his mother had been holding for him for a very long time.

Harry stood watching at the door waiting for friends and family to arrive for the party. His uncles Fred and George were the first to arrive to help set up. They ran a very popular joke shop not far from Harry's house and always gave the best presents. Harry liked them very much.

Uncle Ron and Aunt Lavender were next to arrive with their twins James and Sirius who were only a year younger than Harry. They were almost all like brothers as Uncle Ron lived only a few houses away so Harry was able to see his cousins most every day.

Harry's godmother Hermione arrived some place in the middle. She was very smart and Harry liked seeing her very much because he almost never got to. She had become the youngest Headmaster for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which meant that this year Harry would see a lot more of her. Or as his mother had teased him A LOT more because he was such a troublemaker, much like she was.

More people arrived and Harry greeted all of them. Most were friends of his mother's from school and Harry did not know them very well. One of the men who arrived Harry recognized as the Minister of Magic, Neville Longbottom.

It was the best birthday party Harry had ever had, not to say that any of his previous birthdays had been dull. But this one seemed to be special somehow. He was turning eleven and it was like everyone had showed up for it. The house was packed with people, most of whom were having adult conversations with his mom that Harry found extremely boring.

There were also a lot of people who also seemed very interested in talking to him, telling him how much he looked like his father. Harry was always proud to hear that. He admired his father. He had been a great man. Giving his own life to stop the most evil wizard of all time and save his mom and the world.

Harry didn't know if he could live up to that, but his mom always told him that he was special and that like his father she knew he would do great things. After all he was already a very capable animagus, just like mom. He had been born one and had learned to control his skill at a very young age. His mom never transformed into her animal though. She said that it was because she didn't need to, that Harry was animal enough for the both of them! But Harry had always thought there was another reason.

Harry was also a great flyer on his broomstick. It was true that the Firebolt was an older model broom but this one had belonged to his father and Harry always felt like he was flying alongside his dad whenever he flew.

At last it was time for presents. From his Uncles Fred and George he got a box full of prank items 'to be used for enjoyment at Hogwarts,' the card had read. The minister of magic had gotten him his very own owl, a white snowy owl name Hellia, she was very pretty. There had been many other gifts. One person had even gotten Harry his complete set of school books. However Harry did not get the one gift he had been hoping for. He was a little disappointed but kept his chin up as he bid the guests farewell and thanked them for the gifts. At last only his Uncle Ron, his godmother Hermione and his mom remained. Aunt Lavender had taken the twins home for bed.

"Harry," his mom said. "We have a couple extra gifts for you that we didn't give you at the party because they are very special." Harry felt his eyes light up. His mom sat down beside him with a glowing smile.

"Here you go mate," Ron said handing Harry a very large brown wrapped parcel. "I've figured I've held onto this long enough for you." Harry took the present and pulled the paper off. At first he thought there was nothing inside but then he noticed something shimmering. Reaching down he felt a water-like fabric beneath his fingers. Harry pulled it from the package and found that it was some kind of fabric, but it was invisible!

"It's an invisibility cloak. We used to sneak out all the time in it, uh your father and I," Ron said smiling.

"Thanks," Harry said positively glowing. Ron's ears turned red.

"I am sure I am going to regret giving you this," Hermione said pulling a very thin envelope from her robe and handing it to Harry, "but it's something your father would have wanted you to have." Harry opened the envelope and found a very old piece of paper inside. "Your grandfather made that, and your father used it. It is a map of all of Hogwarts. To use it simply say 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good and tap it with your wand."

"Thank you, but I don't have a wand yet," Harry said. His mom put her arm around him.

"Well we will just have to fix that won't we?" his mom smiled. She pulled a very long polished black box from her robe. Harry had seen this box many times sitting on the table in her room. She handed the box to Harry. With shaking hands Harry opened the box. Sitting inside on white cotton was a long black wand, his father's wand.

Harry was at a loss for words he wrapped his arms around his mom hugging her very tightly. She embraced him back.

"Well," Hermione said standing. "I had best be going, I have to go prepare now that I have given our number one troublemaker all the things he will need to make trouble!" Hermione said smiling. Harry stood and hugged her around the waist. His godmother kissed him on the top of the head.

"Yeah I guess I should get home to Lavender before she starts predicting me being in trouble," Ron said his ears going even more red. Ron rubbed Harry on the top of the head. "Well, see you tomorrow mate for your big send off."

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That night Harry listened to his mothers stories of his father while he held his new wand. Tomorrow he would be going to Hogwarts to follow in his dad's footsteps and he couldn't wait to see what adventures this new life would hold for him.

Authors Notes:

Hey Guess what everyone? Theres MORE! OMGS! As of last week I began posting the second installment of this... fanfic... yes thats a good term... You can find it by redirecting through my profile or simply looking up the name, "Harry Weasley and the Reflection of Vengeance". Enjoy!

This section will be left open to answer any and all questions about the story. If you have still have any questions please leave a review and I will post the answer here as soon as possible.

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In Response to: The Modern Poet

That is true that if nothing remained it would not be immortality. However the scar, his animagus powers and some other things (that would be touched on if this went on) do remain and though Harry is not the same person he was he isn't lost to the void of nothing.

In Response to: Silmarwen1119

Thanks for leaving me so many reviews. I had hopped that more people would do the same but I am left wanting more. I have enjoyed reading your reviews they have given me good insight as well as a laugh or two and a boost of spirit.

You aren't the only one to say the ending is a little creepy and I would have to agree with you, it is pretty creepy in a way. I think it needed a tad more polish, however, I'm done. This story was a massive undertaking and it is unlikely I will pursue any more works of fan fiction.

Again thanks for the reviews they were a most welcome sight in the slim forest of responces.