DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books/films... all belong to the lovely Jo Rowling!

So this is going to be a story that's been brewing in my mind ever since the final film... I've always come up with various ideas about what everyone got up to once the battle was over, so I thought i'd write them all down and make a story out of it. Please review and let me know what you think of my starter chapter then I shall post chapter 2 :)

After the War.

Voldemort's skin began dissipating into the air from his head to his feet in tiny little flakes until only a pile of black robes were left on the stony courtyard floor. At that point, everyone cheered. At that point, everyone knew it was over. The Dark Lord was gone for good, never to return again. After 16 years, Harry had finally won.

Harry walked through the bustling Great Hall with small smile on his face. Even though he had prominent bags under his eyes from countless nights of lost sleep, cuts all over his face and a sunken pallor from not having eaten properly in days, anyone could tell that he was content for now.

Harry nodded at Neville and Luna as he passed, them too looking exhausted but relieved that the battle was over. He then passed Seamus and Dean, sharing a joke with Professor Flitwick and then Professor Sprout listening to Professor Slughorn telling her about the holes he had accumulated in his robes. Harry took a good look around before spotting McGonagall give him a proud nod. Harry turned round to leave the hall when he almost bumped into Hagrid.

"Harry…" Was all Hagrid could manage before gently putting his arms round Harry in a warm hug, then let go and patted his shoulder before walking towards the other teachers.

Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall holding hands and Harry smirked before gesturing for them to go back outside with him. They made their way out to the courtyard, passing Filch who was helplessly trying to sweep up a mountainous pile of rubble and debris, Mrs Filch snoozing beside him.

"That's it, isn't it?" Hermione thought out loud as the trio walked out onto the damaged stone bridge.

"Yep" Replied Harry, climbing up onto a broken ledge. "It's over. For good." He sighed contentedly as he stared out over the black lake, then pulled the Elder Wand out of his pocket.

"Why didn't it work for him? The Elder Wand.' Asked Hermione.

"It answered to somebody else." Harry turned to look at the other two as Ron and Hermione both frowned in slight confusion. "When he killed Snape, he thought the wand would become his… But the thing is, the wand never belonged to Snape. It was Draco who disarmed Dumbledore that night in the Astronomy Tower. From that moment on, the wand answered to him." Harry paused and looked down at the Elder Wand in his hand once more.

"Until…" Harry looked back up at Hermione and Ron "the other night when I disarmed Draco at Malfoy Manor…"

A look of realisation crossed Ron's face as he whispered "So that means…"

"It's mine!" Harry exclaimed.

"What shall we do with it?" Questioned Ron.

"We?!" Hermione whipped her head round at him with a frown.

"I'm just saying… that's the Elder Wand. The most powerful wand in the world. With that, you'd be invincible."

Harry thought about what Ron had just said for a moment, then swiftly snapped the wand in two. Hermione gasped and Harry turned to face the lake, throwing both pieces as far as he could. Ron and Hermione both stared at the spot where the wand landed in absolute disbelief. Harry simply jumped off the ledge with a smile and turned to face his two best friends.

Hermione took a step towards Harry and took his hand in hers, whilst Ron followed suit, taking her free hand. They just stayed like that for a while until Ron took a deep breath and said.

"So… What do we do now?"