Harry could admit Melbourne was actually fun. Harry wanted to heal and be happy but the scars were painfully deep. He still had bad dreams and Remus had spent few nights in his own room. Harry stopped telling him any detail as he could see Remus was worried. Harry never had a nightmare about Voldemort. His bad dreams were about Lucius or the boy Rabastan tortured. His Uncle came up as well. Remus really understood as he knew from George that Voldemort in his way truly loved Harry. The fact that Harry and George got to the hut was proof of that. None of them would have got to Severus if not for the man.
Harry thought he heard someone on the porch a few days after. He was reminded the world thought most of them dead and they had plenty of security. He knew it was likely a cat or something but he walked out onto the porch.
He found the mail had come but his eyes were on a package "What?"
George had come out "Bills I'm sure."
The package had his name on it. He was not too much in a panic as it had his new name on it but he was still not sure. The only personal mail they got did come in normal mail so no one could check an owl but they had just got mail from home. Harry also could not recognize the writing at all and he could have been wrong but it looked like it had only been through local mail. George ran some tests on it to make sure there was no trap.
He opened and was shocked to find the book from the zoo shop. He kept having flashes and his mind went back to the man when he looked at tim tams. Harry tried to shake off the thought. He knew the man was dead. He had his doubts before but he had been assured the man was killed.
George worried about the look on his face "That is an odd gift Is there a note?"
Harry shook his head "Luna trying in her own way to keep me occupied."
From the look on George his brother did not believe him. George didn't press the matter as he knew Harry would pull back even more. He would mention to Remus that he thought Harry could use him. He knew Harry as odd as it sounded would turn to Severus before the twins. Harry knew George obviously understood but he knew George was healing too. George had not even gone into town with them. He felt a bit better though helping his little brother.
Harry curled up in his room and looked at the book. He found when he opened the book there were two paper butterflies. One was in plain pink paper but he could see print on the second which he unfolded. The paper had a page number and nothing else. He turned it to the page and saw the horse.
Harry remembered working on the animation and he never could seem to make the horse run properly "He is gone. He is gone."
Bill hadn't been home much since the war was over. He was busy with his new position at the bank. His parents were proud of his promotion and were sure it was because of his work in the war. His mum tried to be good about how little he came and his dad reminded her that he was an adult. Charlie and he had both been abroad for so long it was hard sometimes to get back into family life. Charlie was doing a better job of it but Bill had little care.
He was convinced to come for dinner. The order was having one last official meal together to mourn those lost. Albus wasn't happy as he had been informed he had to vacate Grimmauld. He had found Andromeda now controlled the Black estate. The woman was never his fan and kicked him out.
Molly was happy to see him for another reason "Bill I need you to go check on Ron. He is pouting in the room he and Harry used."
Bill shook his head "Here I thought I was invited for lunch not to baby-sit."
From the look on his mother he knew he should not push it. He had humoured her to come as he didn't have an invitation to the party he wanted to be at. He and his youngest brother were thinking about the same event but for very different reasons. From what he knew his brother the little fool was still mourning his loss. If it was his brothers or Harry one could understand but this was plain foolish.
Ron sneered when he came into the room "Home for one day and already doing mum's dirty work? Tell her I am reliving memories of Harry."
Bill shook his head "It sure as hell would make more sense. The death of your so called best friend or even your brothers would be a better use of your tears."
There were few who shed real tears for Harry. He was publically mourned as a hero but soon his so called friends moved on. Ron though had never even tried to pretend to mourn Harry who he once called his brother. He had stormed out when he found the twins left their shop to Lee and not him. Ron stormed passed him to get his mother off his back. He was pissed no one would listen to him about Hermione.
Molly was happy to see him come. She had been cooking and cleaning since dawn. She wished the Burrow was large enough to have it there. Kreacher may never have been overly useful but he was missing all together now.
Bill hid a smirk when his mum reminded Ron that Hermione had made her own choice. 'Oh mum you have no idea.'
