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Authors Note- sorry I haven't updated in awhile guys but hopefully it will be a little more frequent

Harry squinted at the brightness escaping between his cracked lids. He didn't know what was happening only that he was on the floor, because it felt of hard wood, and that just a moment ago he had been telling his tale.

"Harry, Harry, can you hear me?" Hermione's shrill and worried voice penetrated his haze. He only groaned in response, not being able to use his voice just yet.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Hermione fretted.

"Its okay, Hermione, you didn't know. I didn't even have a clue that's what would happen, so don't worry about it," Harry said looking at his friend seriously and sitting up, rubbing the back of his head, where he had landed on it.

Everyone in the room had seen Harry fallen but had no clue what had happened. A big commotion had started and a large group had gathered around him. As soon as Harry was sitting up Mrs. Weasely had him in a tight hug and Ginny put a comforting hand upon his with a sad smile on her face.

"Sorry for ruining the party everyone," Harry said trying to lighten the mood, with no such luck.

"Maybe this is a side effect of having a horcrux in you, Harry," Hermione said after a gasp, discovering this new theory.

"I guess it could be possible," He muttered, still a little dazed and more then anything wanted to just lie down in his warm bed in Gryffindor tower, but knowing, at the same time, that he must stay to answer any questions.

"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?' Mrs. Weasely said giving Hermione a slight glare at not thinking of how Harry was feeling before rushing to conclusions the moment he woke.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I'm as good as new," Harry said standing up on wobbly legs, only to be led to a chair a short distance away by Ginny.

"Let's everyone take a seat again. Mr. Potter is fine and the faster we get these questions rolling the faster he can go and rest," Kingsley said magnifying his voice to be heard above the din. Everyone loudly complied and after a few minutes of shuffling around everyone was back in their seats.

"You there, in the back," Hermione said, gesturing to the raised hand. A middle-aged man with brown dusted hair stood up and looked to be an order member.

"I would like to know how you defeated Voldemort with only a disarming spell?" he asked.

"Good question," Harry said. "The thing is, is that the night Dumbledore was killed Snape was not the one to claim the elder wands powers. IT was Draco Malfoy because he disarmed Dumbledore before anyone else was there. Later in the year, when we were captured and sent to Malfoy Manor, I took Draco's wand and had been using it. Therefore I had the unbeatable wand. With it I could win the duel, causing Voldemorts own curse to backfire on him."

This seemed to suffice as an answer and the man sat down, only for another to stand up.

"So, let me get this straight, you have the resurrection stone and the unbeatable wand?"

"Yes, I actually have all three deathly hallows because I inherited the invisibility cloak from my father who happens to be a descendant of the youngest Peverell brother."

"But that makes you practically unbeatable yourself and a huge target."

"Yes, I am aware of this. I have already dropped the resurrection stone in the forest where there is no chance anyone can find it and I plan on getting rid of this wand and just using my phoenix feather wand, though I do plan on keeping the invisibility cloak."

The golden trio ended up answering questions well into the night and, with great reluctance, the crowd allowed them to leave. They stumbled all the way to gryffindor tower and didn't have the energy to make it up all the way to their separate dormitories, flopping down on the various couches.

"Glad that's over," Ron said with a huge sigh.

"Just wait until we have to tell everyone else," Harry said to which Ron groaned.

"That's going to take decades if just these few people took a whole day, and that was with reluctance and Kingsley's insistence to let us go."

"They could just end up putting it in the prophet," Harry suggested.

"I doubt that, Harry," Hermione said. "Everyone is looking at you right now and probably won't believe the prophet. With a straight account from you everyone will believe it and then you won't have to answer so many questions later on, since many will be answered there."

Harry contemplated this for a moment and with a sigh nodded, knowing Hermione was right, as always. Then without another thought drifted off into a light sleep filled with dirty nightmares which contained a certain laughing witch that had way too much fun with knives.

Authors Note- sorry it's so short it was just a good place to end it but hope you liked it anyways even though not much happened. Please review also :)