AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fan fiction is taking place right after the 6th book. It starts off as J.K. Rowling's ending, which dissolves into my very own beginning.
Chapter 1
As they left Dumbledore's tomb, Harry's hand closed automatically around the false horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark twisting path that lay ahead, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort, left Harry somehow lifted at the thought of a golden day of peace with Hermione and Ron. The three of them entered the Weasley car and drove off. All was silent. Mrs.Weasley wiped the remainder of her tears onto her sleeve and Mr.Weasley kept the radio off this time. Hermione fell asleep, letting her head fall onto Ron's shoulder. He too, was asleep. Ginny sat in the back with Fred and George, who were rambling on about their jobs. She seemed uninterested. She looked drain of emotion. Instead she looked at Harry. Their eyes met but quickly Harry turned around. He could not bear meeting with Ginny's gaze.
The car ride seemed to last forever until they had reached the Weasley house. Harry forgot to remind Mr.Weasley to drop him off at the Dursleys, but he didn't bother to since the whole family appear exhausted. Ron woke up and stared down Hermione, who was still asleep, and grinned. Harry opened the car door and stepped out. The cool night air pressed against his face. It was seeping through Harry's clothes, making him feel cold.
"Home sweet home." said Mrs.Weasley half-cheerfully. "Oi," yawned Fred as he stretched out, "Is it me, or was that the longest ride home yet?" "I agree with you, mate." said George as he stared at Ron in the car. "Look at our baby brother, it's make you feel good doesn't it? You've got what you always wanted. Hermione sleeping on you." Fred couldn't help but grin until Ron threw a rather large rock at him. His face was also a maroonish color. Hermione yawned. "What on earth is it this time, Ron?" asked Hermione tiresomely. "It's not- it's all…ARGH!" Ron gave up justifying himself.
Harry noticed that there was one Weasley that was not out with them. Ginny was still in the car sleeping. Mr.Weasley came out of the house and carried her up into her bedroom. Harry heard him say "Our little girl is growing up, isn't she, Molly?" "Yes,Aurthur." Mrs.Weasley said, as she brushed a strand of red hair out of Ginny's face. The rest of the Weasley family went inside the house except for Ron and Hermione. All was quiet, except for the sound of the crickets chirping away. For a moment, Harry forgot that Ron and Hermione were still there with him. "You alright, mate?" Ron broke the silence. "I'm fine. You may go in if you'd like." Harry suggested. He needed to think. Alone. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks. "Are you sure?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "Yea." Harry assured him. "Come, Hermione." Ron said. "Just a moment, Ron. I'll meet with you inside." Hermione said quietly. It appeared that Hermione want to talk to Harry. Ron disappeared through the front door. "I wanted to talk with you." Hermione said coolly. "About what?" asked Harry. "You. You're awfully quiet this evening. Is there something you need to talk about? How are you feeling?" "Nothing." He lied.
"Are you scared?" she asked.
"No."
"Are you prepared?"
"Yes."
"You sure?" Hermione questioned his feelings.
"Blimey,Hermione! Yes." Replied Harry irritably. The conversation was leading no where and Hermione saw that. She sighed in aggravation, turned on her heels, and walked into the house.
She wasn't helping at all. She just made things worse. Hermione gave up and went inside the house. Harry followed her. In his heart, Harry knew he wasn't ready. He entered the house, and walked passed Ron and Hermione, who were standing by the stairway. He made no attempt to speak to anyone for the rest of the evening. He shut the twin's bedroom door behind him and locked it. Shutting off the light, he plopped onto the soft bed and fell asleep.