To my faithful readers, the ones who just found this;

I hope you have enjoyed this. And because of some of my beautiful reviews, I will explain something. So please let me divulge a little secret.

Several years ago, actually 9 years to the day I started this tale, I came extremely close to losing my mother from a severe form of cancer. When we weren't sure if she would stay with us, or go on "the next big adventure". Let's just say I clamed up. I wrote heaps, I drew and drew, filling up book after book or mindless images. The only words I ever said, until my mother woke up from her fifth operation, were "I'm going to get another book". Yes, your friendly author, who seems to love (yes LOVE) trying to find the most ways to describe the same thing, wouldn't say a word except that sentence for just under 7 weeks.

Yes, I saw everything as it happened, and I understood what was going on, but I just didn't care. When I knew I had to say something, anything, just to get people off my back, I just said that one sentence, and walked away.

That's what I was going for with Harry. He has just lost his "Grandfather" (in everything but blood), and he is shocked beyond belief. But he gets better quicker then me. If anyone noticed, he said one extra word in the last chapter. The word "Ginny". That is all it took for me, one "new" word and it all flowed out.

This story is set the day after the funeral. As I said in an earlier chapter ( I think chappie 2... maybe 3) that Harry took all four of them on a walk the long way around the Great lake on the day of Dumbledore's funeral. they didn't return till every other student had left, leaving them having to wait for the trains return, and another night in the Lion's tower by themselves. For those who were worried, Harry is not back with Ginny in the last chapter, Everyone in this piece, including the epi, are just friends.

The Epi is one year to the day since the four of them left Hogwarts. The greatest evil the magical world has ever seen is gone, and the world is somewhat getting back to normal.

That's enough description of the epi, and enough from me. Enjoy my friends. My baby has grown up very quickly, but I am very happy with it.

And if you do read, just send me a review anyway. 132 hits and only under 17 reviews, is the story really that against all that is the norm.

Dizi 85.

Hermione was shaking, crouching on the floor of the upper parlour of Grimwarld Place, trying to get her bearings after being thrown out of the pensive memories of the day straight after Albus's service.

"Harry, how did you live through all that?"

He sat next to his "sister" and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders.

"I had you guys, I coped."

"But are you alright?"

He sighed, "Mione, it not like something you can just get over in the flash of an eye. He was the closest thing I had to family except you guys and... Ah, I shouldn't have shown you those".

"But I'm glad you did, I really am".

Harry smiled.

Mione replied with the same function, and stood.

"Harry, I am more then grateful. It's the perfect inspiration. You'll see."

And with that she ran down the stairs, threw Gred and Forge out of the lower parlour, locked herself in, and began slamming the ivories of the beautiful baby grand that was the one item of Mrs Blacks that still remained.

Two days later...

The little Diagon Alley club "Kenaz Nights"( situated directly across from their daytime business "WWW") was closed for a private party. The only ones on the list? The Family of the Phoniex, that's who!

"Well ladies"

"and gents,"

"our friends"

"and parents."

"Its now"

"5 months"

" since old Haz"

" made Mouldyshorts"

" pay,"

"and now"

"a year to"

"the day"

" since our dear"

" old leader",

" our captain,"

"our grey bearded comrade"

" in arms,"

"our nitwit,"

" our oddment"

"our tweak,"

"and our illegal"

" supplier of lemon"

"drops decided to"

"begin the next"

"great adventure."

"Boys..."

"Sorry mum, anyways, George?

Yes Fred, as we were saying, tonight is for him,"

"for the man who led the light,"

"who helped us all,"

"even after he left,"

"to keep the passion and the home fires burning."

"Many of us will make a speech tonight"

"Rubeus will definitely make a few after he finishes that bottle of firewhiskey,

"but before that hullabaloo starts,

"we would like to introduce"

" to the stage, the last and best

"Um, we better stop hitting on our brothers gal Gred"

"oh! Too right Forge"

" though I must say what a pretty little..."

" FRED! As I was saying, the last and best of Albus's Head Girls..."

" The Lovely Miss Hermione Granger"

Hermione smiled at the tag team twins. They hadn't changed, and she was glad. The many scars, and George's magical glass eye, were just testament to the brave deeds they had accomplished during the recently ended conflict.

She took over the stage as the two young men left. She was nervous, granted, but she knew she could do this. And she would.

"Good evening everyone."

She looked at the crowd. They were listening and no one would judge what she was about to do.

" A great man once said "The fear of a name increases the fear of the things itself". And he was right. But many of us still fear the days to come, and the world that now may be free, but is missing those who we freed the world for. We may stumble, we may break, but our family is here, and we will recover. After all, are we not like our mascot? From the ashes new life is born, right?" She cracked the joke and smiled at the light laughter.

"Well, what I'm about to say, sing actually, is for all of us who still fear, and for the one who has overcome that fear and handled it better then I could ever have hoped. You know who you are."

With that Hermione sat at the stool behind her muggle electronic keyboard she had charmed to work in surrounding magical areas, and began to finger the keys to the tune in her heart.

"Broken windows and empty hallways,
a pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today."

Harry just stared at the girl. The words hit his very soul, describing exactly what was running through his head that very day. How did she know?

"Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles,
the frozen smiles to chase love away.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today."

Ginny turned, she remembered her "sister – in – crime" telling her about Harry and his turn with the scarecrows. She understood her best male friend now. A grieving mind is a strange but glorious thing.

"Lonely, lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend."

Ron looked from his best friend at the table, to the girl on the stage and smiled. They sure had travelled a long way from the day he tried that stupid fake spell, and Mione picked on his dirty snoz. Sure, they had fought, and there were times Ron had turned on his friends, but they all had at one time or another, and always come back to the fold. And now they were here, they were still together, and nothing would change that.

"Bright before me the signs implore me:
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today."

If there was one person who knew the pain and felling Hermione was putting into her song, it was Luna Lovegood. People thought she was a ditz, but the war had proved just how well she had masked herself.

After the Prio Incarticum" incident between Narcissa Malfoy and Hermione, (the one where the reflection of Helexia Lovegood let the world know that Draco's mum had killed her, and hid her in the resulting explosion) Luna had shown the world exactly why she was put in Ravenclaw.

Her knowledge of dangerous and powerfull spells, her skill of reading people, and her natural art of spying was second to one, but the one skill she had used the most during and after the final battles was that of confidant. The formally dreamy blonde nodded along to the words. This performence was not only healing for the girl at the keys, but for the room as a whole. And Luna was glad.

"Lonely, oh so lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend."

Hermione looked up while she sang, and was grateful for a little bit of instrumental, for the sight before her shocked her so much she would have stumbled on her words. Not only was every eye in the room on her, but another set had joined them.

The ice blue eyes twinkled just as she remembered, but let the light flow through them and the rest of his body. Albus Dumbledore, the man who had brought them all together, was standing right in front of her and she knew no one else could see him.

Her favourite professor winked, placed something in her pocket, then appeared next to Harry and repeated the action. Nodding in her direction, Albus's spectre left for the last time, and the only person who had seen him began to sing the final verse.

"Bright before me the signs implore me:
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think it's gonna rain today."

Mione reached her hand into her pocket, and removed Albus's wand from its confines. She had known exactly why he had given this as a final parting gift, just like she knew why Albus had put his protection charmed Phonix clap in Harrys pocket. She knew exactly what to do.

As the enchanted keys played the final bars, she sent a cascade of feather light lemon drops over the audience, and sang the final words.

"and I think it's gonna rain today."

FINE'

BTW: as you might recognise it, the song the whole of this fic is based on is a piece sung by Bette Midler called "I Think It's Going to Rain Today". Each chapter was based on a verse, just subtle hints, but you might get it.

(if you don't then I might just have to write a story call "I Think It's Going to Rain Today CODE") :-p

If you have read this, and you like it, spread the word. Especially since I gave some of you a bit of a plug in earlier chappies ;-)

Fly free my baby, you have done me proud.