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A/N: I am soo sorry that i took so long to update, but i've been busy between school, homework and everything...

Chapter 8

Visiting His Own Memorial

The next few days flew by rather uneventfully for Harry a.k.a. Ryan. Ron was still just as cold to Harry if anything colder. Hermione still tried to convince Ron that he should try to get to know Ryan before judging him but Ron was being his stubborn self. Ginny seemed to ignore Ron's attitude towards Ryan and continued to talk with Charlotte about him in low tones. Charlotte hadn't changed much but then again Harry saw her as few times a day as possible.

Training was getting easier, but that didn't mean that it wasn't hard. The three were now able to run around the lake twice without many problems.

The next thing Harry knew Thursday was upon them. Training had been 'cancelled' for the day, but Harry had been told by Dumbledore to be at Hogwart's anyway at 8 instead of 7.

Harry grabbed a pinch of floo powder as usual, jumped into the green flames and was gone in a swirl of color.

"Ah! You're here." Said Dumbledore whenHarry rolled neatly out of the fireplace. He was starting to get used to traveling that way… finally…

"Yes, I think so." Said Harry grinning. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I thought you could maybe work on your animagus transformations a bit… and… maybe help me set up." At this Harry felt a pang of disappointment. "I also wanted to give you this book." Said Dumbledore frowning suddenly. "I had it here a second ago…" Dumbledore rummaged about in his desk drawers for a bit before pulling out a red and gold book. "Here you go. I think you'll find that book very interesting."

Harry took the book and glanced suspiciously at Dumbledore before shrinking it and putting it in his pocket. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as though he was hiding some major secret. Harry shook his head and grinned. With a slight pop, Harry transformed easily into a phoenix and flew out of the Headmaster's office once more.

An hour later Harry was helping Dumbledore conjure chairs and arrange them into place before the stage. On the stage were some brightly colored flowers and to the right of it was a beautiful white marble lightening bolt on a short square pedestal. The lightening bolt was engraved with his full name and his birth and 'death' dates. Harry grinned as he thought about it eventually they'd have to take it down when they found out that he wasn't dead as they believed him to be.

The area that they were setting up for the memorial was near Hagrid's house and the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Of course, it wasn't decorated too much, just the flowers on the stage.

Harry and Dumbledore finished just as the Johnstons arrived bringing with them a set of plain black dress robes for Harry to wear to the memorial. Harry thanked them and hurried off to change.

When Harry returned from changing, he noticed that more people had arrived including Remus, Tonks, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Neville and his grandmother, Luna, and several other people that Harry recognized from his classes and/or the DA. Harry walked over to Remus and Tonks who were engaged in conversation with Professor Flitwick.

"Ryan Hansen… Yes, I believe I heard Dumbledore saying something about him the other day." Said Flitwick as Harry approached the trio.

"What about me?" asked Harry grinning as the three jumped and looked slightly guilty.

"Nothing, Ryan." Said Remus frowning.

"Right." Said Harry looking at Remus.

"I'm not going to tell you, Ryan. Don't look at me like that."

"Fine." Sighed Harry walking off to go sit with the Johnstons which was just as well since Dumbledore had walked up to the pulpit on the stage.

"Would everyone please take their seats?" Dumbledore asked speaking through a magically enhanced microphone on the pulpit. The mass of people in front of the stage seemed to move as one towards the seats and sitting down.

"Thank you for being here today as we celebrate the life of Harry Potter." At this Harry looked down at his lap to hide a grin. "Most of you would ask why didn't I say mourn his death? No, that's not what Harry would have wanted us to do. He probably wouldn't even have wanted this." Said Dumbledore gesturing to the white marble statue. "I can say this, however, he would have appreciated that all of us here today thought enough of him to come here today."

Harry tuned the rest of Dumbledore's speech out. It was a bit unnerving to hear him speak of how "noble and brave" Harry had been "up until the last second." Finally, Dumbledore stepped down from the pulpit and Remus came up to speak.

"All of you here today knew Harry in some way shape or from, whether he was a familiar face in the halls, a classmate, a best friend, or as he was to me, an adoptive son. I met Harry in his third year when I came to Hogwart's to teach. Harry reminded me greatly of both his mother and his father. He had his father's bravery and sometimes reckless, daring but at the same time a compassion for all of his friends. Of course he had his mother's eyes, but he did inherit a bit of her temper as well. However, I don't believe he will have truly left us until we give up hope for the future and faith in ourselves." Remus walked down from the pulpit and sat beside Harry as the group clapped and Hermione walked up to the stage.

"How's that for subtle?" whispered Remus in Harry's ear.

"Great." Whispered Harry back grinning. The two turned back to listen or pretend to listen to Hermione's speech. Harry couldn't bring himself to completely listen but one bit caught his attention.

"I'm not sure how many of you agree with me on this, but I don't fully believe that Harry has truly left us. It just doesn't seem right. It feels as though he is still here, maybe just in spirit, but I think he's still here." With that Hermione sat down ad Ron walked up to the pulpit amid clapping. Harry noticed that Hermione was wiping away tears as she sat down, but didn't dwell on it as Ron began to speak.

"Er… I know that Harry is gone and all, but I wish it weren't so. He was almost like a brother to me. A brother that didn't play pranks on me or look down on me but a brother that I could talk to and who understood me. Harry was always there when you needed him." With this Ron looked up from the sheet of parchment in his hand and looked straight into the crowd of people in front of the pulpit. "Most of you know that he was probably the best seeker Gryffindor ever had… and the youngest in a century. He loved playing Quidditch, but he loved flying more. It came naturally to him as did Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think I speak for all of the Quidditch team when I say that he'll be missed as a teammate and seeker." Ron stepped down from the stage and was replace by Mrs. Weasley. Once againHarry tuned the words out and waited for her speech to be over.

When Mrs. Weasley was finally done speaking, Dumbledore came back up to the podium and said a few parting words and the crowd stood up to talk or leave as they wished.

Harry stood and stretched. He couldn't wait to get back to the Johnston's home. Maybe it was hearing about how he was such a good person or how he died bravely, but either way he was seriously depressed and tired. Beside him Remus also stood closely followed by Tonks.

"How does it feel to sit in on your own memorial?" whispered Remus making Harry jump slightly.

"It's a bit weird and almost embarassing. Everyone says all the good things but none of the bad." Whispered Harry back. Remus nodded solemnly glancing meaningfully at someone behind Harry. Harry turned and saw the Johnstons with Charlotte and Ginny in tow.

"Ready to go Ryan?" asked Mark. Harry nodded and Mark motioned for Harry to grab hold of the boot in his hand. With a familiar tug from behind his navel and a whirl of color they were gone.

A few seconds later they were standing in the living room. Harry quickly excused himself and went up to his bedroom. With a sigh he flung himself onto his bed only to jump right back up a few seconds later. He'd forgotten about the book. Harry took the book out of his pocket and it magically resized itself. Harry grinned in anticipation, but the grin soon left his face as he saw the title of the book.

Aren't i evil?

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