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Harry James Potter was seventeen when the war with Voldemort finally ended. He was seventeen when he lost more friends than he ever thought possible. Those that survived were just shells of their former selves. Scars from the battle, both physical and mental, lingered.

The first to die was Colin. He took an AK to the back while protecting his little brother. Harry still saw him as the innocent little fanboy that would follow him around and chatter your ear off after blinding you with his camera. Harry could only be grateful that his death was painless, as it was just the beginning of the carnage.

Seamus was killed in his own explosion. He took out the bridge and all the Death Eaters on it, but he couldn't make it out of the blast zone himself. Harry cried, for it was his suggestion that they destroy the bridge. He sent Seamus to his death.

Hermione stepped in the way of a blasting curse to protect three second years in the middle of an evacuation. Her wand had snapped moments prior. With no other option, she didn't hesitate to shield them with her body. She saved the children, but it came at the cost of her life.

Ron, enraged by Hermione's death, took on a group of eight Death Eaters at once. He took them all out, but then a ninth appeared. Tired from his previous battle, Ron was unable to react fast enough. The AK hit him in the shoulder as he tried to dodge.

Fred and George died as they lived. Together. Crushed under the rubble from an explosion outside of the Room of Requirement.

Tonks was killed by Greyback as a message to Remus. Upon seeing her body, Remus allowed his wolf to take over for the first time in his entire life. The ensuing battle was full of teeth, claws, and a bloodlust fueled rage. It was a battle between wolves. Greyback fell to Remus, but the wounds he inflicted on Remus were fatal. He used the last of his strength to drag himself over to Tonks and died holding his mate close.

Neville was bitten by Nagini before he was able to use the Sword of Gryffindor to kill her. He went on to fight several more Death Eaters before the venom claimed his life.

Ginny was technically killed by her mother, however Bellatrix had gotten to her first. Crucio'd until her body could no longer withstand the pain, Ginny became unresponsive to everything around her. Upon seeing the state of her daughter, Molly went after Bellatrix with reckless abandon. Molly was victorious, but when she turned to check on Ginny, she saw her daughter dead. A stray Bombarda had hit her, ending her suffering. In her grief, Molly didn't notice Rodolphus Lestrange approaching. She bled out due to multiple cutting curses all over her body.

Countless more that Harry didn't even know the names of also died during the war. They were hopelessly outnumbered and outclassed, but still they fought with everything they had. They fought for their friends. For their families. For those who were dragged into this war against their will. They fought for a future where they'd never have to fight again.

And they won. Harry killed Voldemort. The war was over. But it didn't feel like a victory. Harry lost so many people that day. Their lost left a gaping hole in his very soul. Ron. Hermione. Fred. George. Ginny. Molly. Neville. Tonks. Remus. Seamus. Collin. Too many classmates and friends that had fought with him were dead. It hurt more than words could describe.

Harry was seventeen when he lost everyone he cared about. But he was also seventeen when he was given a new reason to live. Teddy Remus Lupin, the two week old son of Remus and Tonks. His godson. Harry made a promise to himself the first time he held little Teddy in his arms. He wouldn't let Teddy experience any of the pain Harry had in his life. Teddy would grow up happy and loved.

Except Harry greatly underestimated how difficult it would be to raise a child by himself. Especially on top of his own trauma and issues. Then Luna came. She was one of the few survivors of the war. The only friend Harry had left. She always knew exactly what Harry needed, whether it was just an extra hand around the house or a shoulder to cry on. She was there.

Harry was eighteen when he could no longer stand to live in England anymore. The memories of the war weighed heavily on his mind, eating away at him with every passing day. So he left. He packed up his belongings, grabbed Teddy, and turned his back on the people he fought for. They didn't need their savior anymore. He had earned his freedom. He wouldn't be chained there anymore.

It was both a complete surprise, yet not a surprise at all, when Harry found Luna waiting on him with her own bags packed. He had planned to ask if she wanted to escape with him, but once again Luna was a step ahead of him.

"Wherever you go, I will follow," she had said to him. And that was the end of it. Harry couldn't find the words to say it at the time, but he was eternally grateful for Luna. The two of them had grown close in the past year. Without her, Harry would be lost. Even without words, Harry had the feeling Luna knew what he wanted to say.

They didn't have a destination in mind, just the overwhelming desire to leave. So they traveled. The next eight months were spent going wherever their whims took them, before they decided to settle down in America.

The next ten years were spent building a life together. They found a house where they could raise Teddy, and even opened their own restaurant. Magique was a restaurant with foods themed after things from the magical world. Firewisky Curry was a spicy dish named after the drink that literally caused steam to come out of your ears. Then there was Featherweight Pancakes, which were based on the light and airy texture of soufflé pancakes. Luna and Harry had a lot of fun coming up with their menu, often having to wrack their brains for the most creative of names. But that was half the fun. They build Magique from the ground up. It became their second pride and joy, after Teddy.

Twice a year, they would shut down the restaurant for a week for a vacation. Teddy was growing up and they wanted to give him the best childhood they could. That included memories of fun filled family trips. They traveled all over the world, trying out all kinds of new things and just living life as any normal family would.

Teddy was five years old when Harry's world changed once again in a big way. He asked Luna to marry him. Fighting Voldemort was less stressful than getting down on that one knee, but it was worth it. Luna said yes.

The wedding was held that summer. While all their new friends from their life in America attended, two rows of seats on each side of the aisle remained empty. At least, that's what everyone else thought. Harry and Luna knew better. All of their fallen loved ones were there for them that day. Not just those that died in the war. Harry's parents and Sirius had attended the wedding as well. Nothing could have made the day any more perfect than it was.

Harry was thirty when his world came crashing down once more. It was Teddy's twelfth birthday and the family of three had gone to an amusement park to celebrate. They all had a blast, riding every ride in the park at least twice. When it started getting dark, they rode the ferris wheel one final time before leaving. And since it was a special occasion, they stopped for ice cream before they went home.

They should have just gone straight home. A drive by shooting killed seven people, including Harry's wife and son.

Harry had gone back to the ice cream shop across the street because he forgot to grab napkins. He would have been gone for two minutes at most. Instead he left the shop just as the gunfire started. Too far away to do anything, Harry had to watch as Luna used her own body in an attempt to shield Teddy. He ran as fast as he could, magic and desperation making him move faster than humanly possible, but it wasn't fast enough. Luna was already dead when he reached them. Teddy was still alive, but barely. The bullets had torn through Luna's body and pierced Teddy. He bled out in Harry's arms.

From that moment on, the only thing Harry could feel was that he felt nothing at all. Luna was dead. Teddy was dead. Harry lost the only two people he had left. He was numb. There simply was no point in living anymore.

Harry returned to England for the first time in twelve years with only one purpose. To end it all. Even after so long, he remembered the route through the Ministry of Magic to the room he desired. It was a room that haunted his dreams for many years. The room where he lost the first member of his family.

Harry gazed upon the Veil of Death silently. Then he took one step forward into the mist, ready to greet Death with open arms.

I actually had this chapter finished several days ago, but I haven't had the chance to get it typed up until now. I still have two other chapters for the "You're On Speaker" fic I need to get typed up so I can post them too. I'm hoping to get them done by the end of the day.

If you read the original version, you'll notice a lot of things are going to be different from the next chapter onwards, so you all can look forward to that.

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