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Now that was strange 2

Harry Potter stood on what less than 6 months previously had been the battlefield to end all battlefields. Of course he knew his muggle history. The Somme. Port Stanley, Basle, Kabul, Belfast, they each had their own history. Their own battlefields. But this was his battlefield and it was the only one he had been involved in.

He still had the scars and was still healing from his many wounds he had been given by the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Madam Pomfrey had stated that some might never heal and he would have the scars to deal with. But his main scar had gone. He did know how and why it happened but when Voldemort was destroyed the scar went with it.

6 months on though and he still apparated to this place on a daily basis. To mourn. To grieve and to say to his friends that had died so the evil would be destroyed, that he would not forget them. Ever.

"Ahem!"

Harry spun round but this time did not draw his wand. He had heard that cough before.

"Hello Stuff of legend"

"Mr Potter. I take it we won then."

"Yeah."

The "stuff of legend" came and stood by the young man and stood with him. Doing his own grieving and mourning and the two of them stood there for what to Harry seemed like an eternity.

"I never did thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For helping me that day beside the lake at Hog….my school."

"It was nothing. I only did what I thought was right. I saw the boy who lived about to chuck everything in and I done the only thing one other person I know would've done."

"Oh yeah, what was that?"

"Listened."

They stood in quietness again.

"Are they going to erect anything here, do you know?"

"I dunno. There is talk of it but it's still too soon."

"And you? Any plans for the future?"

"Me? I'm just trying to get used to the peace and quiet. Trying to get my life sorted now I'm not a hunted man."

"And a man is what you are Mr Potter. No longer "The boy who live" but "The man who won" And you will live to know that deep down that your friends and family who died here on this field did not die in vain but for a purpose, for a reason. That reason is in front of me now. That reason is a stuff of legend too. But I am sorry, so sorry that so many lives were lost for the world to be in peace."

Harry stood there and let the words sink in.

"Right, I must be off. Things to do and there's evil in other places that need to be fought." At the look on Harry's face the man said "Oh no Mr Potter, this fight will not be yours unless you are called upon, and I pray I won't do that unless really needed. I promise you that. But I do believe we will meet again."

"How do you know that, then?"

"Ahh Mr Potter that is something I will tell you at some time."

The man turned to Harry and extended his hand and offered it.

"Until next time Mr Potter."

"Until next time and my friends call me Harry"

"Ok Harry. Until next time."

"Until next time."

The man let go of Harry's hand and walked towards the blue box and he heard 4 words in the wind.

"See you later. Doctor"

The Doctor smiled as he stepped into the TARDIS.

Harry stood and smiled as the blue box brightened and died away. He didn't know where or when he would meet the Doctor again but he looked forward to it. Just then there was a vibration in his pocket. He took out the device that had been left there by his friend and looked at it. It was a mobile phone and on it was a message.

"HARRY, THIS BELONGED TO A FRIEND OF MINE. I THINK SHE WOULD BE HAPPY FOR YOU TO HAVE IT. IF YOU NEED ME JUST RING. "

Harry put the phone into his pocket and turned and made his way back to Ottery St Catchpole. To the Burrow. To his fiancé and family.

And as he walked down the road, he was humming a tune. He didn't know exactly what it was or who it was by. And he only knew a couple of the words.

"ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE Dee Dee dee- dee- dee- dee- dee- dee."

Fin