Notes: Okie dokie then. THIS is the last one. Every good thing has to end...

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Harry and Ginny popped just outside of Hogsmeade (they still couldn't apparate into Hogsmeade). He had gotten a letter from McGonagall, wanting to see him about something. To do that he needed to go to Hogwarts, but he didn't want to go alone.

They walked quickly. Harry did his best to keep his eyes down while Ginny guided him. The grounds were eerily quiet - of course, there weren't any students, but it was still unnerving. They went up the stairs to the office. The gargoyle statue was open. Apparently she wasn't worried about anyone unexpected coming in. Maybe she has a lot of visitors today, he thought.

As they climbed the stairs, Lupin came down the opposite way. He smiled at Harry and touched his shoulder, then continued on. They both entered the office. "Ah, Harry," McGonagall said. "Good, good. I hoped you'd come."

Harry told Ginny to wait outside. "Are you sure?" she whispered. He nodded, and she left.

There was a long role of parchment, starting on the desk, to the floor, and half way around the office. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Do you know what this is?"

"No."

"I'm surprised we didn't find it earlier. Who wouldn't notice this?" she motioned around the room. "But I recently found it. Haven't had time to look through the office, you know. It is something very important..." she paused, looking up at Harry. "It's his will."

Harry understood who 'he' was. "You mean, he left me something?"

"Yes. Quite a few things, actually. Most of it is to go to the school, of course, but the rest of it... seems like he left a little something for everyone he liked. I believe you saw Mr. Lupin leaving."

"Yeah, I did."

McGonagall pointed to a spot on the parchment. "You see this?" It was a rather long paragraph. "That's you."

"Really?"

"First thing is..." she read the parchment, and then looked around the room. "Oh, yes." She went to the opposite wall and pulled something off. "Here you are."

Harry didn't recognize it as first. Then he opened it... Gryffindor's sword. "Wow... I..."

"He says he thought you'd be the only person who could respect it. Next... Yes, look behind you."

Harry turned. The Mirror of Erised shined at him. "What? I... I thought he got rid of it..."

"Did he? Or did he just tell you that he had so that you wouldn't go looking for it? Of course, if you don't want it, the school can keep it."

"No, no. I'll take it." Harry pulled out his wand and popped it to Grimmauld Place. He didn't know exactly what he could do with it, but he wanted to keep anything that Dumbledore had given him. "What else?"

"That," she said, pointing to a wall.

"His pensive?" McGonagall nodded.

"And a few dozen memories." She went into the closet and pulled out arms full of bottles, setting them inside the pensive. Harry popped it to Grimmauld Place as well. "Is that it?"

"Hmm... he says that you seem to like the school's thestrals. You can take one if you like."

That's odd, Harry thought. Although it would be neat to have an invisible horse. "Umm, well, I don't really have a place for one."

"You could leave it here. I'm sure Hagrid would take good care of it for you."

"Sure." McGonagall continued to scan the paragraph, and Harry looked around. Something caught his eye. By the window was a large cup... the Goblet... McGonagall noticed him looking.

"Would you like that? It's one of those things for the school, but I don't know how -"

"No. You keep it. I don't want it."

"Okay then. One last thing. He says you can have you're house elf back."

"I don't want him either."

"Which one? There are two."

"Two?"

"Yes." She read: "Kreacher and Dobby."

"Dobby isn't mine."

"As I remember he seems to have a particular attraction to you. I don't think he'd mind. And I don't blame you for not wanting the other one -I don't know who would."

"You can do whatever you want with Kreacher."

"And Dobby? Shall I call him up and ask him? He is a free elf, after all." Before Harry could stop her she had already called him, and the elf popped into the room.

"Headmistress wants to see Dobby?" he asked.

"Yes. Do you remember him?" She motioned to Harry.

Dobby's face lit up. "Yes. Dobby knows Harry Potter."

"Would you like to work for him?"

"Dobby? Work for Harry Potter?"

"The old headmaster left you to him. Of course, you are a free elf, so you could stay here if you wish-"

"No! Dobby will work for Harry Potter, if that is what Harry Potter wants."

"I'd be glad to have you work for me, Dobby," Harry said.

"Then Dobby will work for Harry Potter." He seemed more excited than a kneazle with kneazle-nip.

"Wait outside Dobby," Harry said. "Until I'm done talking to the headmistress." Dobby left. "Is there anything else?"

"I don't believe so. If I find anything I'll have it sent to you."

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The three of them headed back toward Hogsmeade. Harry carried the sword, walking slightly ahead of Dobby and Ginny, who were busy getting to know each other. He stopped, looking toward the lake. "Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Go on ahead. I'll be there in a minute." They continued down the path, while Harry turned and headed toward the glittering stone in the distance. He kneeled beside it, using the stone for balance.

Then he looked around him. So many memories were here. From the first boat ride across the lake, to crashing the flying car in the willow, to chasing Pettigrew across the grounds (who still hadn't been caught, by the way), to the Tournament, to the thestrals, to the funeral... so much had happened in that little square chunk of land.

He looked at the stone; He could picture Dumbledore's smiling face, even though he was dead and could not smile anymore. Yes, he admitted it now. He was dead, but that didn't matter. What a person does in life is more important than how or when they die. And Dumbledore had done quite a lot, especially for Harry.

Harry smiled at the rock. "Well," he said quietly, "I got him... But I guess you already know that." He looked out at the sunset over the lake, and then back to the tomb. "Thank you."

"Harry?" Ginny asked. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he said, getting back up.

"Look at that sunset. Remember when we used to sit and watch it?" He nodded, looking with her. She stepped over and put her arm around him. They stayed like that for a second.

"We'd better get going. Dobby's about ready to explode."

"I've noticed." They turned to leave. "It'll be odd, having a house elf. I never had one before."

" Grimmauld Place is quite large. We might need the help."

"Yeah. Oh, by the way, mum wanted to know if we were coming to dinner. I dunno what to do with Dobby if we're gone..."

"I'm sure he could occupy himself."

"We should hurry then, before Ron eats it all."

"Yeah. Dobby? Come on." Dobby ran up, and the three of them apparated away.

LA FIN!

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Last notes: Peter and Bellatrix were never caught. I have to give him something to catch in the sequels. Well, until next time, have a Harry day.