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A Toilet Seat for Ginny

"I'm putting the Elder Wand," he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, "back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."

Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.

"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.

"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly.

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

Harry turned back around looking at Dumbledore's portrait. The ma he knew so well had closed his eyes, hands clasped in his lap, with a faint smile on his face. Ron patted Harry on the shoulder "I think we all have had enough trouble for a lifetime, mate."

Hermione stumbled forward, a watery smile on her face, and hugged Harry, pulling Ron in after her. Once she was finished squeezing the air out their lungs (Ron was barely able to mutter "Gerroffme, 'Ermione" continuously until she released them), she clasped both of their hands and said, "It's really over isn't it? I mean, doesn't everything feel different? It's as if a huge weight has been lifted off our shoulders!"

Ron and Harry both nodded in agreement, before they were interrupted by a thin nasally voice saying, "Do you mind if you put my frame back in the home of my fathers. I'm getting tired of seeing the inside of that blasted bag of yours!"

They turned to see Phineas Nigellus glaring angrily at them from the wall. Hermione rolled her eyes but said in a bright voice, "As soon as we go back to Grimmauld Place." Phineas muttered something about impertinence and how he shouldn't be kept waiting, but Ron talked over this by begging them to go to lunch.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be right there." Ron snatched Hermione's hand and towed her out of the room in pursuit of the bounteous feast he was probably missing. Hermione gave Harry a quizzical look before her body followed her arm out the room. Harry turned and looked at Dumbledore, whose mouth was open and soft snores were issuing out of his nose in his apparent sleep. "Professor… Professor Dumbledore?" Dumbledore's eyelids flashed open and Harry was again looking at the brilliant blue eyes of his beloved teacher. "Professor, I was just wondering if you were at my parents' wedding." Dumbledore nodded, smiling. "May I, then, Professor?" Harry motioned towards a silver bowl resting on the headmaster's desk. With a nod of approval, Harry dived into the bowl, and fell into a room crowded with people.

It wasn't their wedding. People were walking around, dressed casually. They could have been Muggles except for the fact that wands were sticking out of back pockets, several people were laughing and pointing at a levitated boy, and a sign that said Congratulations Hogwarts Graduates in flashing neon colors. Harry caught sight of the back of Dumbledore's head, talking to two adults, obviously the parents of one of the graduates and the owners of the home, for they looked worried when the levitating boy went crashing down onto their sofa and living room table, accidentally landing on a young couple who were snogging. Before Harry could approach the silver-bearded headmaster, a curly haired boy yelled over the loud music, "James, James! I've got more firewhiskey!"

"Excellent! Good job, Padfoot." Harry whirled around and was face to face with his father. His stomach flipped, it often did when he saw his parents in these sorts of situations. His dad was staring right at him, full in the face, and his stomach flipped again, but then he realized he was staring through Harry and past Sirius. Harry turned to see what he was looking at and saw his mother talking and laughing with another girl. Sirius gave up trying to shove the bottles of firewhiskey into James' hand.

"Merlin… she's here! I don't know what to do."

"James, it's gonna be alright. Geez, Remus he's really freaked out," Sirius muttered at someone right behind James, who was gazing contentedly at Lily again. Harry saw that Remus' face was much younger and nearly scar-less before he took James by the shoulders at said, "James, look at me! Do it just as we practiced, okay?"

"Okay… okay… Wait where'd I put it? It's gone!" howled James.

"I've got it right here," Remus said, sliding something into James' hands.

"Hey, good luck mate," Sirius whispered as James walked passed him. Harry followed just in time to hear him say, "Lily, would you like to go on walk with me?" Lily nodded and took James' hand as they walked out of the house. They strolled down the sidewalk for several minutes in companionable silence until James said, "Lily. I've been thinking… There's so much out there, so much for us to do. I mean, we're graduated! We're free! We can go off and do whatever we want!"

Lily looked at James' and his smiling face, before tossing her red locks out of her face in a defiant way and saying, "I see, James Potter. You've been acting different for some time and I knew this was coming… You're "free" now and you don't want to be hooked with… to be burdened with me!" A tear slid down her face. "I understand." She pulled her hand out of James' and wiped away her tears.

While Lily was talking, James' smile had slowly slid off his faced and a look of concern had replaced it. "No! That's not what I meant! Merlin, this is hard. Umm, I was saying that I wanted to, well you know, experience the rest of life with you. I was asking you," he slid down on one knee, "to marry me." He procured the small little box Remus had given him and opened it, displaying a diamond ring.

Tears were again streaming down Lily's face as she took the ring out of the box and handed it to James. "Do I have to put it on myself?" James' smile was enormous as he slid the ring on her finger. Then, Lily delicately perched herself on James' knee. She leaned her head forward and kissed him so hard on the lips that harry was afraid that his father would lose his balance. Lily pulled back for a moment, their foreheads still touching and whispered, "We're engaged!" She kissed him again, then said, "I love you." James' response was cut off as Lily leaned in again.

The scene shifted. Harry was standing next to Dumbledore and was looking at his father and Sirius in a tuxedo. Both were grinning from ear to ear. Harry turned and saw his mother. She was walking up the aisle, eyes only on her soon to be husband. Her red locks were plaited down her back and her green eyes glistened with happiness. Harry looked on his they said their vows and "I do's". A tear was threatening to slip out of the corner of his eye by the time the minister said, "You may kiss your bride", but laughed along with the rest of the crowd as Lily threw herself into James' arms. They kissed for a long time before Lily pulled backed, and smiled glowingly. James was slightly blushing as he walked hand in hand with his bride down the aisle.

Harry was thrown back out of the pensieve. Dumbledore's eyes were closed, but Harry thanked him as he hurried out of the room.

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"Ron, wait!" Hermione gasped, halting at the top of a staircase, as Ron leapt two at a time down the steps. "Honestly, Ron, we don't need to literally run to get food. We… well, we won't be hungry anymore. I know that was hard on you."

"You're wonderful Hermione, you know that, right?" He stepped up and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her down onto his step. Several things happened at once: their lips met at same time the stair disappeared from underneath.

Peeves, bouncing down the hall singing (We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!), stopped in the middle of the song at the sight of Ron and Hermione. Flipping upside down (presumably to get a better look at them) he cackled, "Well aren't you to having fun!" Hermione and Ron were stuck, bodies pressed to one another as if in hardened cement, Hermione's arms still wrapped around Ron because she had no maneuverability whatsoever. Ron seemed to be enjoying himself, though.

"Peeves!" Hermione shouted. From her head's awkward position on Ron's shoulder, she could see the little man's head bobbing up and down. "Please help us! Go get Harry or Ginny."

"Nope!" and he disappeared. He came back a couple seconds later, having been able to find a box of chalk from somewhere in the depths of the falling-apart school, and started chucking the chalk at them. Once the stock-pile of chalk ran out, he disappeared back down the hall, the echoes of his song bouncing off the walls

"Well, this is… awkward," Hermione muttered. "Ron, what are you doing?" Ron quickly stopped inhaling the scent of Hermione's perfume before whispering, "Nothing." A few minutes later, they both heard footsteps clattering down another staircase. "Who is it, Ron? Who is it?" Hermione could only see down the staircase and was infuriated for not being able to see the new arrival.

"Hey guys!" Harry was grinning at his friends. "You might want to watch out, there's a disappearing step there."

"Of all the ruddy things Voldemort destroyed, why couldn't he manage to get rid of this?" Ron muttered loudly, his voice emanating beneath strands of Hermione's hair. Harry pulled Ron and Hermione out of the step and they separated themselves clumsily.

"Come on, we'll be late!" said Ron, nearly falling back onto the disappearing step before rushing to the Great Hall. The Hall was filled with a hodgepodge of people: families, friends, students, teachers, and Hogsmeade villagers. Everyone who had been evacuated had now returned, but with their families. Harry could even see Muggle-borns leading their parents into the castle, slowly explaining to them what had happened.

The trio hurried over to join the group of redheads at the Gryffindor table. Harry sat next to Ginny, glancing at her from time to time. Her eyes were rimmed with red. She looked tired and worn, as did the rest of the Weasley family. The truth of the matter came crashing down around him again: everyone here was affected. How could anyone not be? It was senseless cruelty that Fred had died – Fred, he would never see his smiling face or hear his many jokes – and Remus and Tonks were now lying together, in each other's cold and unfeeling arms, leaving behind a child who would never know them. All the happiness he had received from watching his parents had been snuffed out. It was all his fault. Harry looked down at the table, fiddling with his hands until Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

She cleared her throat and looked out over the sea of people, smiling like a proud mother. "Attention, please." Everyone fell silent immediately. "I look out upon you today and I see friends and teachers, children and adults, worried parents and humble fighters. But most of all, I see family. You see, we have been through a lot together. Though we have grown in courage and bravery, we have also had loved ones ripped from our very grasp. So I want to read you these names. The first one I would like to start with is the first casualty of Voldemort's return: Cedric Diggory, who, just as Dumbledore said, standing here three years ago – remember him and remember all of these people." She started reading an everlasting list of names, and with each, it felt like a blow to Harry's stomach.

"… Vincent Crabbe, Severus Snape, Lavender Brown, Remus Lupin, Colin Creevey, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, and Fred Weasley. These are the people whom we must hold dear to hearts, but also, we must let them go. That is why I ask you all to come to their burial next week. They will be buried with great honor near the lake and join our beloved, recently departed headmaster, Dumbledore. All will be buried there unless a family member asks otherwise. I also ask all able-bodied witches and wizards to stay and help rebuild our beloved school that has housed our large family for the past thousand years.

"To all first years: the trauma of your first year was very, very wrong and horrible. I pledge my word that anything like that will never happen again. To all seventh years: I ask you to join the sixth years and return to Hogwarts one final year before going on in the world, since your curriculum has been interrupted.

"Thank you all dearly, for your bravery, courage, and strength in our present times. You all are greatly loved here within these walls and your excellent skill and love displayed last night and early this morning has done more than you could ever realize. I thank you."

Low murmurs erupted through hall. Mrs. Weasley had started sobbing again at the mention of Fred's name. Hermione was crying tears of happiness and saying, "We get to come back!". Ron was looking dumbstruck, partially from hearing Fred's name listed with the dead and from discovering he would probably have to come back to school. Ginny had turned to Harry, and, with as much happiness as she could muster, said "We finally get to be together again."

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