A/n: Hi! I'm kind of embarrassed because I didn't notice this mistake I made in this chapter, until a reviewer mentioned. Thank you hpgirl777 for pointing it out. So yeah, I just changed some stuff.

Fourteen years later…

"So finally, we say good bye," Corey Mitchell sighed. "We finally get to go back to our families and friends…"

A boy – no, a man beside him nodded in agreement. "I'm not even sure if I have anyone to go back to actually," He replied sadly. He brushed his long raven black hair out of his face. "I don't know if they even remember me. If she even remembers me…I wouldn't mind if none of them remember me, as long as she does."

"Oh you got yourself a little girlfriend huh?" Corey teased. He knew what it felt like to leave a beloved woman behind. This was the second time he went on a mission. The first time was for ten years. He left his young wife at the age of 20, and when he came back she had died from a terrible disease. He was devastated and barely talked to anyone. When he heard there was another mission, he thought there was nothing left for him to be at home for and decided to go.

"Yeah…she was more than a girlfriend to me though. She was everything. My friend, my lover, the only thing that makes me think that there's something good left in the world," The man smiled, thinking of the lovely red-haired girl he had left. Then a flood of emotions filled him. Sadness, anger, joy, guilt… Did she find someone new? Was she too impatient? He told her that they had to stay 2 more years because the mission was extended. He sent her poems and cards on her birthdays.

"Well Harry, living out here in the woods, mountains, caves, wherever you name it – it makes us stronger men. It tests our faith in everything, in love, our commitments, and ourselves," Corey spoke. "What's the lucky girl's name?"

"Ginny Weasley," Harry said delicately. He longed for them to be together so badly. He could barely wait until the trip home tonight. It would take them at least a day or two to fly back to his hometown since they would probably stop occasionally for food or rest.

"Ahh, lovely name. I'm guessing she's the one you always write your monthly letters to?" Corey assumed.

"Yeah…she never answered me though," Harry replied sadly. "But I don't care; all I wanna do is hold her and catch up on everything."

"It won't be that easy you know, it takes awhile to get used to being back. That's how I felt when I came back from my first mission," Corey stated. "Everything and everyone was different. My wife – she – she died just a week before I was coming back. It all happened so fast. I still feel regret for not being there to see her one last time…"

Butterflies fluttered inside Harry's stomach. What if the same thing happened to Ginny? Is that why she hasn't been replying?

"But don't worry, I'm sure your gal's waiting for you," Corey assured him. He didn't want Harry to feel the same way he had. It was much too painful.

Harry smiled back weakly. Then they heard a loud siren coming from inside a small cave. "I guess it's time to go back now."

Corey gave Harry a pat on the back and the two men headed inside.

"We're almost there!" Adrianna Webthorne cried happily. "I can smell London from here!"

Harry laughed. He could barely wait to get off his broom and surprise his friends, especially Ginny.

"Hey Harry, d'you wanna go get a butterbeer, you know, before we completely say good bye?" Corey asked as he flew beside Harry. "Don't worry I won't take up too much of your time. I know how you really wanna see that girl of yours."

"Sure," Harry replied. Corey had been his best friend during the mission. Corey taught him everything he needed to know. He watched out for him and showed him what to do. He was certainly going to miss him.

About twenty minutes later, the pack slowly started flying lower. Finally they reached an empty field and everyone got off their brooms.

"It was certainly a great experience working with all of you!" Mr. Quiggley, an old man with a long gray beard announced. He was the head of the Department of Spies in the ministry and at the same time he was their leader. "This was one of the best teams that I have ever worked with, and all of you did tremendously well in finding information about Death Eaters and rebels in our world."

"You were great yourself Sir," A woman's voice commented.

"Why thank you Miss O' Reilly," The old wizard laughed. "And now, we shall part, and hopefully we shall cross each other's paths in the near future."

The group of witches and wizards cheered and applauded and flew off on their brooms separately, excited to go home to their loved ones.

"To Hogsmeade?" Corey inquired.

Harry nodded and the two men got on their brooms and flew to Hogsmeade.

"So what about your family? Do they know you're coming back?" Harry asked Corey after gulping half of his butterbeer. He hadn't tasted butterbeer for 14 years now, and it felt and tasted surprisingly better than he remembered.

"No, they treat me as if I'm dead anyway," Corey replied. He took little sips of his third butterbeer. He seemed not to care about his family at all. "Ever since Serene died…I really don't know why I even bother going home."

Harry saw the sadness in his eyes. "I'm sure they'd be glad to have you home."

"Home. I don't even remember what home feels like," Corey grunted.

For the rest of the time, they drank in silence. Both were tired and exhausted, and felt that the other person wanted some time alone.

"Well, it's been great working with you Harry Potter. You're a good man. I remember the first time we left, you seemed unsure and scared but at the same time brave and determined. You were still so young, and now you've grown up. I hope to see you again someday," Corey stuck out his hand and Harry shook it tightly.

"Yeah of course we will," Harry nodded and gave Corey a tight embrace. They both stood up and headed outside together. Harry opened the door for Corey.

"Yeah of course I'll fuck him tonight!" Harry heard a girl laugh. That laugh...that voice…sounded so familiar. He looked behind him and saw a girl with dark brown hair, dark red lipstick and violet eyeshadow. She wore hoopy earrings, a black jacket and faded jeans. She was with two other girls that Harry didn't know, but the girl looked so familiar but he couldn't figure out who it was.

"Oh Ginny, you certainly have him whipped!" One of the girls giggled.

Harry froze.