Chapter's early! Ok so this is a very emotional chapter I cried while writing it so let me know if you did. Also I would like to say that my favorite review last chapter was from Jody M. She really made me feel happy about this story.

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Chapter Eleven

Harry was nervous. He couldn't deny it. He had been standing outside the burrow trying to gain the courage to ask a certain Weasley girl to come with him.

Somewhere he had been avoiding for a long time.

He gulped and could feel the panic rushing through his body.

Was he ready?

He had no idea. But he had to do it soon.

Before he lost his nerve.

He needed this to be over for once and for all.

Voldemort was dead that part was done with. But Harry had to deal with his own demons that he wasn't really sure he had.

But he needed to make sure he was okay.

He needed to be okay.

He needed to be okay for himself, to be able to work as an auror, to find death eaters, and especially for Ginny.

He walked inside the Burrow quietly and noticed her sitting there at the table in the kitchen.

"Mrs. Weasley, will you come with me somewhere?"

Ron was silently fuming inside his room. He couldn't believe Hermione's nerve. She was just…

He groaned out load and kicked the leg of his bed as he paced back and forth.

His mind was racing.

He couldn't stop remembering the look on Hermione's face as he left. He had made the mistake of looking back.

Why had he done that?

He knew her too well. He knew when she was about to cry.

He kicked the leg of his bed again, and it feel to the ground on one corner.

He pulled out his wand and muttered "Reparo" and it slowly creaked back to its original place.

He sighed and sat down on the bed.

The leg snapped and fell to the ground again.

Hermione was always better with spells.

Hermione was so angry she couldn't even believe it.

She hated Ron!

Absolutely hated him.

"Kreacher!" She shouted and he rushed over to her.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Do you have something I can break?" She asked.

He looked at her curiously but quickly left and returned with a stack of plates. "Master bought too many plates."

"Thank you Kreacher." She said with a tight smile. "I appreciate it." She stood up and threw a plate into the air and shouted "Confringo!" Before it exploded into small flames.

"Ronald Weasley." She grunted and threw another plate and blasted it with a different spell. "I knew I should never have gotten with him. Didn't I Kreacher?" She asked.

"If Miss says so." Kreacher said.

"That was a rhetorical question, but thank you Kreacher. Bombarda!"

"Emotional git. Thinks I'm selfish! I'm not the one that left last year, was I? Did he think I wanted to sit there and fight for my life? No! I could've gone and hidden with my parents!" She let out a small, angry scream.

"I gave everything to him! There is nothing that he doesn't know about me! There is nothing that I haven't done with him and he just up and leaves! I shouldn't be so shocked! He seems to be amazing at doing that!"

Kreacher looked immensely confused and just stood there.

"Deprimo!" Hermione looked at the dwindling stack of plates. "Kreacher, perhaps you could go get me some more plates, don't worry I'll replace them though."

Kreacher apparated and Hermione sat down on the sofa after exploding one more plate and silently began to cry.

"Harry, where are you taking me?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she grabbed onto his arm.

"Just hold on." He whispered. "Before I change my mind."

He closed his eyes and thought only of Godric's Hallow. The scenery and how it looked on Christmas Eve, ignoring all the other feelings that came along with it.

They appeared right where he had wanted them too. He took deep breathes and turned around and Mrs. Weasley gasped.

"This is…?"

He nodded silently and held onto her arm walking over to the house where he had spent the most part of his first year.

He silently read the sign though he was sure he had it committed to memory already.

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981,

Lily and James Potter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry remains the only wizard

To ever have survived the Killing Curse.

This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left

In its ruined state as a monument to the Potters

And as a reminder of the violence

That tore apart their family.

The messages on the sign were still there.

A few more had appeared since he had been there and many more appeared with thanks and wonderment for Harry.

The house was even more covered in weeds and taken over if possible. There was little change in the actual cottage. There was still the whole in the side of the top floor.

He pulled Mrs. Weasley along and with some trouble opened the fence.

She gasped. "Can we…?"

"I talked to Kingsley about it, he said that the magic that protected it only let blood Potters go in but as long as I'm with you, you can come too." He whispered quietly.

It felt wrong to speak loudly here. At the death place of his parents.

He whispered a spell that quickly allowed the door to be shown through the weeds and hedges. He pulled it open, it had been left unlocked.

He wondered whether his parents had even bothered to lock it with the Fidelius Charm on it. It would seem somewhat pointless to him.

There was an opening hallway as he walked in and he immediately felt it. And for the third time that day Mrs. Weasley gasped.

She had felt it too.

The dark magic that plagued this hallway could only be consistent with one spell, and his mother had died in his bedroom, upstairs. This had to have been where his father died.

"This is where my dad…" He whispered quietly. He found himself constantly not being able to finish his sentences in this place.

He could feel the hot tears in the back of his eyes already. He wasn't ready yet. He needed to see more first.

He looked at the first photo on the wall. All of the marauders and his mother.

He scoffed in derision. All of them, in way or another, had died because of him.

His parents died to protect him.

Sirius the same.

Lupin because he had not turned himself in, in time.

And even Peter because he had asked him for help, and in his last moments he had considered it.

"It didn't matter." Harry whispered.

"What didn't?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Which side they were on, either way they died." He sighed and continued onto the next room.

Hermione sighed as she finished crying. She had no more tears left.

Kreacher had come back but quickly left her alone when he had seen her in such a state.

She suddenly heard a bang in her room and quickly grabbed her wand.

There was no way anyone was in the house, who wasn't supposed to be there.

Harry had redone all the charms on the house a few weeks before. He had come home in a fury one day hell bent on putting all new charms on the house, never telling her why.

"Harry?" She whispered.

He wouldn't have been sneaking around in her room. She knew that.

Ron hadn't come back since he had left angrily. Suddenly all her angry feelings towards him were gone and all she wanted was for him to be here with her. Trying to protect her.

"Kreacher?" She asked as she slowly creaked open the door.

"Harry, why did you bring me here?" Mrs. Weasley asked him as he stared at all the photos in the living room which somehow had been kept preserved.

He couldn't help to notice how completely opposite this house was from the Dursley's.

"Because, while Lupin, Sirius and Mr. Weasley were like fathers to me, you were like my mother." He sighed. "I'm sorry to have put that kind of pressure on you. You don't deserve it. And you're right; almost everyone I love does end up dead." The tears began to cloud his eyes. "But I'd like to think that if my mom could've picked a person to find me on September first on that platform, she would've picked you. Sometimes I wonder if she made sure that you were there to find me."

Mrs. Weasley began to cry.

"I couldn't do this alone and I just couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else." He whispered.

She nodded and hugged him. "Harry, I do love you. Never forget that."

He nodded. "I have one more place that I have to see before we go." He said.

She sighed and knew instantly what he was talking about.

He held her hand as he walked up the stairs into the top floor. He briefly wondered how many rooms there where and what the other ones were for.

He noticed his toys all over the place; littering the floor like it was a playground.

The door to the room was still closed. How he had no idea.

Maybe voldemort have closed it for some forsaken reason.

His hand was trembling as reached for the door knob and he couldn't seem to allow himself to open the door.

Mrs. Weasley let go of his hand and then reached for the handle herself and opened it.

He was instantly hit with the wave of dark magic floating upon the room. He had hoped that the fact that the wall was blown open would've allowed the entire atmosphere to disappear. He was wrong.

He couldn't help the wail that left his mouth.

Because suddenly, he wasn't just the boy who lived anymore. He wasn't the Chosen One. He wasn't Harry Potter.

He was the boy whose parent's had been unfairly taken from him by a monster who had taken anyone else who had tried to love him for the rest of his life.

The tears began to fall quickly and all he could make out was the green of the room.

The same green as his eyes. His mother's eyes.

There was a scorch mark on the wall that much was clear. He had never seen anything like it before.

His crib was thrown on the floor while his other things seem to have disintegrated in the explosion that had blown open the wall.

He couldn't breathe anymore and found himself hyperventilating.

"Come now," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Wait." He whispered for he had seen something blurry, and golden through his eyes.

He wiped the tears of his eyes and glanced at the tiny stuffed golden snitch on the floor. It was untouched by the dark magic that had seemed to kill everything else.

He had known his father had an affinity for snitches despite him being a chaser. He grabbed the toy and pulled it into his pocket before sprinting out of the house.

"Thank you for bringing me here." She whispered as they were outside of the house again.

He nodded and wiped his nose with his arm.

"There's just one more thing I need to see." He said and moved towards the cemetery that had haunted him since he had seen it.

He had no idea if Mrs. Weasley was following him but it really didn't matter. He needed to see this only for him.

He walked over to the graves of his parents and smiled quietly at the new headstones placed next to his parents'.

Sirius "Padfoot" Black III

Died June 18, 1996

Godfather, Friend, Marauder

Remus John "Moony" Lupin

Died May 2, 1998

Husband, Father, Friend, Marauder

Both, and his father's (newly) were engraved with the words 'Mischief Managed'.

Because indeed it was.

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