"So what now?" Hermione asked Harry as they boarded the Hogwarts Express.
"I don't know, I really don't Hermione." replied Harry. "The last year has all lead up to this day. Now that its over, he is gone... I just haven't thought past it."
And it was the truth. Harry had spent so much time and effort chasing Voldemort. Hunting horcruxes, running around the country side, focused on his quest to finish the quest Dumbledore had left him.
"Well Harry... how about one last adventure". Hermione asked after a moments silence.
"What are you suggesting." By now they had stowed away their bags in the bag racks and taken a seat in a carriage. No other students around now as their usual friends were all absent, most notably Ron and Ginny who had decided travel back with the family after the death of Fred.
"Well, Harry..." Hermione started. "You know how I planted false memories in my parents head. Well the war is over now, they will be safe. I want to go and find them. And well, I was wondering if... you know..."
Harry cut her off. "If I would join you?"
"Would you?" Hermione blurted out.
"Of course." Harry replied calmly, taking her hand. "I wouldn't want you to go alone."
"Oh thank you so much Harry." A relieved Hermione replied. She gave his hand a squeeze. They Quickly realise what they were doing and let go of each others hand, pretending like it didn't happen. "So uh anyway. We will need to start working out some of the details." Hermione continued, a bit flustered. I mean they moved to Australia, I really don't know anything about the country. Its so far away."
"I thought your family went on trips when you were a child?"
"Yes but to France and Italy, not to Australia." Hermione replied pointedly. "Its on the other side of the world."
"Mmm, okay, point taken. So how would we get there? Apparate?" Harry asked.
"Definitely not. You can't apparate more than about a hundred miles, c'mon Harry, you should know that".
"Portkey then?" Harry saw her expression. "Floo?"
"No and No. I think we might have to use Muggle transport. Catch a plane." Hermione said.
"I've never been on a plane..." Harry said sadly.
"Oh its the most wonderful experience." Hermione started excitedly. "You are up so high off the ground, in the clouds and... what?"
The look on Harry's face said it all. "I play Quiddich."
"Oh yea of course".
The rest of the train trip was taken up by discussions on finances and how the airports and planes worked. Eventually though they worked their way to the inevitable.
"Harry, I have to ask. How do you feel about it all? I mean everything."
"Kinda numb. There are so many people that I have lost, we have lost. Teddy will grow up without his parents, George has lost his brother. Dumbledore, Mad-eye. The list goes on and on. And what for. A war that we finally won. Against a man who was doing it just for the pure thought of being the most powerful wizard there was. I just feel confused. Happy, sad... responsible."
"You are not responsible." Hermione replied, wrapping an arm around him. "You fought a brave battle, one that no one else would have been capable of fighting, you are a great wizard Harry. I said it in my first year and ill say it again now."
They fell into silence. It didn't take long for the exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally drained Harry to fall asleep in Hermione's arms. She followed soon after Harry. They didn't care now whether they were getting too close, they were too tired for that.
Hermione was the first to wake when they arrived at Kings Cross station. She awoke to the shrill sound of the conductors whistle. Quickly she shook Harry awake. They grabbed their stuff and exited the train, back through the wall, part of a plan formed and little of an idea what they will do next. They debated for a while and decided their next stop.
"It has to be Diagon Ally." Hermione said wisely, as always the brains of the group.
"Okay, we can stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a night then. It is getting late. I think I have a few gallons left on me, Gringotts will be closed by the time we get there."
"Speaking of Gringotts Harry, what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?" Replied Harry.
"Well you know. The last time we were there we sorta, flew a dragon out of the place." Hermione explained.
"Oh yea." Harry said as he remembered leaving Gringotts in tatters while flying away on the Dragon's back. "I'm sure we and the Goblins will come to some sort of agreement."
"Be careful though Harry, the goblins are a sneaky bunch." Hermione warned.
"I know, but if we don't make a deal we can't get your parents back." Said Harry.
This pulled at Hermione's heartstrings. "I suppose you are right".
Harry grabbed onto Hermione's arm and they apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. What they failed to realise but should have is the news of Voldemort's death had spread far and wide by now and while no one in the Muggle world even bothered to look at them, the wizarding world would not be so gentle. Harry opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron and took two steps before taking in the scene in front of him. The place was packed with a crowd of wizards and witches, partying like there was no tomorrow. There was music and fireworks going off inside and firewhisky being drunk from the bottle. Amongst all the commotion Harry went unnoticed for an entire 10 seconds. Then one witch screamed over the commotion.
"IT'S HARRY POTTER!"
Everything stopped. Everyone in the room turned to look at the door. The roar from the crowd of people was something Harry had only heard matched once in his life, at the Quiddich World Cup. Harry was swamped by people wanting 'to touch he who vanquished the Dark Lord' as one elderly wizard put it. It took an hour and a half for the people to finally give him some room to move. Harry had felt like it was his first day in the wizarding world again. The day Hagrid took him through the Leaky Cauldron to get his school supplies. Finally he and Hermione, who had never gotten so much attention in her life, made their way to the bar.
"Tom, have you got any rooms spare for tonight?" Harry asked the old barman.
"For you Harry, of course, there will be a room here for you as long as you would like to come back. Room 23 is free." Tom replied.
"What do I owe you Tom?"
Tom brushed away his question. "Don't be ridiculous Harry, its on the house. You did only just defeat the Dark Lord. I have to ask Harry. This time, is he really dead?"
"He is, he was killed by his own curse. There is no doubt this time".
Harry and Hermione made their way up stairs. "Oh my gosh Harry, look."
Harry looked out the window. He had never seen Diagon Ally so packed. People were spilling out onto the streets in celebration. Men, women and children of all ages where dancing in the streets to a track Harry couldn't hear.
"You know after seeing this it all seems worth it". Harry said and then they continued up to the room.
"Is there two beds in here Harry?" Hermione asked as she opened the door.
"I have no idea, Tom didn't say." Replied the boy who lived.
"I suppose it doesn't matter, we can sleep in the same bed for one night I suppose." Hermione said, sounding like it wasn't the worst idea she had ever heard.
"Its okay Hermione, I can sleep on the couch."
"Nobel as ever aren't you Harry. Don't be silly it will be fine." Hermione replied laughing.
"I'm just going to have a lay down I think. I am exhausted." Harry said with a yawn.
"Okay well ill go get some food then I'll be back."
Hermione left the room and closed the door behind her. What a day it had been. First sneaking into the Hogs Head undetected, then meeting up with all of the former DA members. After that searching the castle, fighting a war, saying goodbye to the friends she will never see again. Deceased in the battle. She wiped away the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. The cost of war, she thought.
She went downstairs and saw Tom again who organised for two meals to be cooked for her and Harry. While she was waiting for the meals to be cooked for her she heard a voice call out to her.
She turned around. "Mr Olivander. You look well."
"You are way too kind Miss Granger. I never got to thank you properly for rescuing me from the horrid house."
"Please Mr Olivander, it was all Harry. I didn't have much to do in your rescue. And besides you repayed us with the information about the Elder Wand."
"How did you guys go with that? What is the fate of the wand?" The mention of the Elder Wand really seemed to spark Mr Olivander's interest.
"The Elder Wand is in a safe place. That is really all I can say." Hermione replied.
"But of course you can tell me more?"
"I am sorry Mr Olivander, the less that is known about the Elder Wand's fate the better for the wizarding world. Now I need to get this food up to Harry. It has been lovely chatting to you."
Hermione took the food and hurried on upstairs, eager to avoid any more questions about the Hallows. She opened the door to find Harry fast asleep on the bed. He would have to be hungry she thought to herself. She decided against waking him up, cast a preserving charm on the food and laid down next to him. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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