Here we go, Final chapie apart from the epi.
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James's heir kept on walking, not really caring where he was going. The dawn had died not to long ago, leaving the midmorning a clear path to take hold.
Harry moved almost silently through the empty hallways, a skill he had near perfected since outgrowing his invisibility cloak. (It was either grow an unnatural and very painful hunch, let the inhabitants of the castle think there was a pair of haunted sneakers, or creep). Even when he had been one of the only students left at Christmas, the castle seemed so light and bright and powerful. But now, it just seemed dead, like a mass of power had left the rough hewn stones.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't see where he had arrived till he tripped on a mask of white metal that had somehow been left behind from the three day old crime scene.
The broken windows haunted him, the jagged glass not been repaired by any of the Order members, or the Auror Squad that had swarmed the castle two hours after Fawkes's master fell.
The Quidditch Captain moved over to that particular window and rested his hands on the wooden frame. Just touching it brought the much-hated tears to his eyes, as the love that man caused seemed to pass through the old oak grain and into Harry's very soul.
He looked up, and tried to blink the droplets of salt away. This caused the faded image he saw through the window to show in painful clarity; the dull hued sun, the old blue sky, and the strange appearance of a pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey depressed clouds.
He stared at the Luna phenomena, which seemed to challenge all that seemed right to his psyche, until he noticed that a small graceful hand had settled on his right shoulder. Turning just so, he noticed the gold on the nails; that had been their constant colour since the day he had kissed her; and the burning shade of her hair.
Facing her fully, he saw the love in her eyes, not only that that links to the very soul, but that as a friend, fellow team member, family, and confidant.
Ginny smiled and nodded to the broom in her hand, his familiar and well loved FireBolt.
"I heard you needed a lift".
She was right. What was he doing mulling around on memories that couldn't reverse themselves? Had the human kindness that overflowed from Dumbledore like grease from Snape's hair taught him nothing?
Giving one last damming sigh to the sight surrounding him, he grabbed the shaft of his faithful broom, and seated together with Ron's sister, flew through the window that had caused such chilling recalls, and pointed their course down to the dark purple carriage standing next to the other parts of the Golden Triad.
Harry looked at the girl beside him, who he now realised would always be there beside him, no matter the circumstances.
"I think its going to rain today...Ginny".
As Harry dismounted, and took her hand to help her up, Ginny looked skyward. Giving one last sorrow tinged glare at the tower, she picked up the twigged transport and joined her fellow housemates in the coach before her.
"I know Harry, I know".
And she did.
There you go, now just the Epilogue to go, and my task is done.
I hope you enjoyed, and also have a look at my other story that is going at the moment, "Le Medic tre' Volf "
Its a "Mione with a furry problem fic". Even if you dont like the idea of it, have a look and give me a review.