HEY! This is my first FF on here, so PLEASE be kind. I accept constructive criticism. NO FLAMERS! PLEASE! I hope you enjoy this fiction as much as I enjoy writing it. It might take a while for updates from me, be patient with me, Im sick right now and feel like crap. SO Ill try to have updates SOON.
Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own this world, or Harry's world. But I do own a lightsaber, not the copyright, though.
Prologue
He sat by the white tomb. Silent tears ran down his face. Was it really the last time he would ever be there?
The School was closed down. For Good. Too many fatalities to allow it, says the ministry. They suck! They have never listened to reason or anything. He loathed them.
On the bright side, he still had his family. They werent by blood, but the only he ever knew. And there was Ginny.
Beautiful Ginny. She had been acting funny lately, but she always had her little mood swings. And the effect of the war on her had been rough. It had been rough on everyone. He didn't blame her temper, the famous Weasley Temper.
Other thoughts plagued his mind. The final battle. All the death, all the curses, everything. Every curse that was shot echoed in his mind, along with the screaming and the death. They all tried to obliviate it from his mind, but nothing worked. He sat there, with everything on his mind. He couldn't help the fact that we was a marked man. Marked forever.
He couldn't wait to see what happened. Would the wizarding world rebuild? Who else would die or be sent to prison before they were at peace.
Harry Potters mind raced for the future…
A/N- I know Its cheesey (yum) but that's just the beginning. This is Not about Harry, its about his children! Just so ya know. And just to note this, the later chapters WILL be longer! ENJOY! Oh yes, review too! I love new ideas!