Chapter 2 – Refurb and Revive

"Kreacher!" called Harry as his house elf appeared out of thin air.

It only seemed like yesterday that Harry had met him when he was 15 years old. His skin back then folded many times as he could count, he had a snout like nose and not to mention bloodshot red eyes. Since Harry was on the run earlier on this year with his best friends, Ron and Hermione, Kreacher was almost unrecognisable. His ears were perked up along with his nose; he had no white hairs, and clear and crisp hazel eyes. He looked a lot healthy and more importantly, happy. At times like this, Harry couldn't help but to admire the ideas that Hermione normally comes up with. S.P.E.W, on first thought, was something that Harry wasn't convinced by, but after seeing what kindness and elf rights can do to house elves like the much loved Dobby and the newly invigorated Kreacher, it's something that the whole wizarding community should certainly do.

"You called Master Harry", said the cheerful elf.

"Yes I did...look the first thing I want to say to you Kreacher is I'm sorry that me, Ron and Hermione didn't return back from the Ministry. We really tried to but Yaxley grabbed us at the last second and we couldn't return to Grimmauld Place –"

"Master Harry need not apologise, for he has returned the noble work of Master Regulus back to Kreacher" he said pointing to his tiny chest of where the fake locket is.

"But what happened to you…what did Yaxley do when he entered the house?"

"Kreacher saw the scum Yaxley as he was waiting for is Master and his friends…he tried to force Kreacher to state the whereabouts of his Master. But Kreacher was too fast for the vermin Yaxley as he sent him flying back through the wall into the lounge. Kreacher realised that Master Harry and his friends wouldn't return, so Kreacher left for Hogwarts for it was safe enough for house elves. Poor Kreacher has been here ever since."

Harry stood there feeling very proud of his house elf…something that's not normal! To defend oneself against a Death Eater like Yaxley does take a lot of guts, especially one who had such a high knowledge of the dark arts.

"Woah, that's some quick thinking! But you've been okay ever since?"

"Master is very kind, Kreacher has been safe here at Hogwarts, for house elves merely did as they merely performed their responsibilities of cooking and cleaning."

"I'm glad, I didn't want you to be danger, you've helped out a great deal."

"Master is very kind" Kreacher repeated with a smile. Harry couldn't help to notice that his teeth had grown back since Dobby last punched him all those months ago.

"The thing is Kreacher, I won't be living with my aunt and uncle anymore, and Grimmauld Place is now under my name. I have no idea what state Yaxley or any of the other Death Eaters have left it in…I was wondering if you could go back and check how the house is?"

Kreacher didn't say anything for a couple of minutes but eventually looked up at Harry, beaming.

"Kreacher would be honoured Master"

With that being said, Kreacher had disapparated leaving Harry alone in boy's dormitory alone again. But he was not interested in being alone once more. For once in his life, he has the chance to be with the people he loves. Not just for a moment, not for a summer but for good. He stood by the staircase leading onto the Gryffindor common room with one thing on his mind…to pay his respect to the dead and to support and help as many people that he possibly can.

They all stood there in what is a very neat cemetery. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the manicured grass. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore.

Fred Weasley

1st April 1978 – 2nd May 1998

A life full of laughter

In our hearts and never forgotten

Harry thought it couldn't be any more difficult to go through another funeral after burying Remus Lupin and his wife Nymphadora Tonks especially as he watched their little baby boy, Teddy Tonks in the arms of his grandmother Andromeda Tonks, looking at his parents grave in the cemetery a couple of miles away from The Burrow. Not a single tear was shed by little Teddy, but Harry watched his hair turn mousy-brown as when his mother used to whenever she was upset.

Yet Harry is standing at the grave of his dear friend, Fred Weasley and he felt even worse. Around him he was surrounded by Fred's family and friends, all of whom were struggling to keep themselves from crying. Harry looked at his mother, Molly, in the arms of her husband sobbing very quietly. She is the closest thing that Harry has had in a mother. She provided him with food whenever he was at The Burrow, she went out of her way to buy him his school books and robes in his fourth year, and every Christmas she knits him the famous Weasley jumpers.

Harry stood there separate from the Weasley family and his friends, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Oliver Wood and Angelina Johnson and wished he had died and not anyone else. He couldn't bear seeing anyone crying at the death of a loved one. George was on his knees at the foot of his brother's grave, still with his battle wounds in the lack of one ear. Harry was so used to seeing him smile and have a joke and yet it looked like all the life had been deflated out of him. People looked to the Weasley twins for moments of laughter and happiness. They both had such a great humour and a great vision for their business, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and now George has it all to himself now, something that Harry was sure he never wanted to run by himself without Fred.

The pain and discomfort of the loss of innocent lives was suffocating Harry, just like at the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts…all of which was vanished by the touch of another flesh to his hand. A touch of warmth and a touch of support that he craved. As he slowly lifted his head, he looked directly into the beautiful brown eyes of his one true love, Ginny Weasley. If there was one person in this world who can sense Harry, his troubles and his anxieties, it most certainly is her. With one soft kiss to her boyfriend, she said quietly and very delicately;

"I know you may feel this is your fault, but it's not. Remus, Tonks, Fred and everyone who's passed away would be so proud of you defeating Voldemort. You, along with them, made this world safe again. We can all finally live normal, happy lives and to feel that you're responsible for their deaths won't do them any justice my love".

She wiped away the few tears that Harry hadn't realised were slowly dripping down his face. He then felt two strong arms around each of his shoulders as he turned around to see Ron, George and their family and friends, all smiling at Harry.

"Ginny's right mate. They wouldn't have wanted any us to be upset forever. They sacrificed themselves to help not just you, but all of us" said Ron with a tight yet comforting grip on his shoulder.

"Plus Harry, Fred wouldn't want to see us dead depressed, pardon the pun", winked George to which everyone chuckled.

Harry too smiled and said with a big lump in throat, fighting back the tears; "It's been really hard because we've lost someone close nearly every single year -"

"And we'll won't lose anyone else in such circumstances again" Arthur had said cutting off Harry with a warm smile.

"You'll always be part of our family sweetheart" said the ever loving Molly Weasley after a short pause.

Harry stood there, completely silent. He looked at each bright face one by one. Ron, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Hermione, Oliver, Angelina, Neville, Seamus, Luna, Andromeda and baby Teddy, whose hair turned bright blue with a huge smile straight at his Godfather. He wasn't going to be alone; he has what he's wanted and waited for all his life…a family. Just like how he felt in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory, to have normal life a loving family but to also support as many people as he can.

"Whatever you guys need from me in the future, let me know and I'll be there, I swear" Harry said without trying to tear up.

With a big hug from Molly, Ginny turned to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss and simply said; "Let's go home".

I hope you all liked this chapter. I can appreciate if you think this is a slow build but things will certainly pick up believe me ;)

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