Reminders
They had cleaned up the mess, discarded the bodies, and alerted the Ministry. Voldemort was no longer a threat. Harry Potter had fulfilled the prophecy. The world was safe once again.
Harry, however, was not one of those engaging in parties or other celebrations. He was sitting in his kitchen, hands folded together, trying to figure out what to do next. A few months ago he'd pictured Voldemort's defeat so much differently. After Voldemort had died, he had planned to propose to Ginny, and then maybe take a Mediterranean cruise or something. He hadn't planned on her being killed.
But she was dead. She was gone. She was never coming back.
Harry spied the bloodstained cloak over on the rack. He'd left it there, when they'd given it to him, as a reminder. Everyone he loved, truly loved, to the point to where he'd die for them, was threatened. And most likely killed. It was time, he realized. Time to go.
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