The week after the demise of Voldemort, was one akin to a rollercoaster. It had it's ups, it had it's downs, and the few celebrations weren't without their toasts to the fallen. For the dubbed "Golden Trio," the week was full of hospital visits, meetings with the ministry and Hogwarts staff, and late night talks amongst themselves. It wasn't until the end of the week that the events really hit Harry.

In their meeting with the Ministry that day, it was brought up about memorial being built. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the stand in Minister, hesitantly brought up the plans of the design, the big point being the memorial would incorporate a statue of Harry himself. He knew Harry would veto the idea before he had even brought it up, which was why he wasn't surprised at the outburst produced by the young man.

"The Daily Prophet already calls me "The Greatest Wizard Since Merlin!" Which is a complete joke! Now you want to make a statue of me? Do I get a say in it?" Harry ranted, pulling at his hair. He looked at his two friends, before turning back to the minister. "I'm not agreeing about my image being made a statue, but at least put them there as well!"

Kingsley didn't try too hard to hide his smile, but merely nodded his head at the suggestion.

It was with that on his mind that Harry excused himself from the lounge to get a breath of fresh air. Ron and Hermione had been in their own talks with the Ministry, trying to get approval to go and find her parents. They had asked Harry if he had wanted to go, but with all that had been going on, he had to sadly decline the offer and wish them luck.

When Harry finally found himself settling down next to the small water bed, he let himself breathe. After he had destroyed Voldemort, and returned the Elder Wand, his memories just blurred together. He knew that multiple funerals were being arranged, and that he was expected to show up at quite a few of them. It was all stressing him out. He wasn't sure what funeral was going to hit him the hardest. He just wished that he could have more time to heal before he had to say his final goodbyes. His last apologies.

As if Fate was finally happy with him, his wish was heard. Planets aligned, stars twinkled bright, and with no more than a small sound of apparation, he disappeared.

The disappearance of Harry Potter, "The-Greatest-Wizard-Since-Merlin," was one that was well documented. It was a search that, after a year, became fruitless. It seemed, as reported, that Harry Potter did not want to be found. That didn't stop Ron or Hermione, who had only taken a couple of breaks from their search. As such, as they had at the start of the month since his disappearance, they were back in Gringott's to see if the goblins would give up any information on their best friend.

The last thing they expected to see was their friend in the flesh. For a brief moment, they thought a cruel joke was being played on them, before the man had turned and they got a good look at him. It was indeed their friend, and the years away had obviously changed him, as the sheepish smile they were expecting to see was non existent in the presence of the sorry half smile now stretched across his face.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered, and with the barest of nods, Hermione was in his arms and crying on his shoulder. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick!"

Harry comfortingly patted her shoulder, not bothering to push her out of his arms, answered quietly. "Could we take this somewhere else? I don't think I'd like to see our reunion splattered across the Daily Prophet tomorrow."

"Of course Mate, you still know where the Burrow is?" Ron said, still in a fair bit of shock over seeing his best friend.

"I'd never forget Ron," Harry replied. "Are you able to apparate yourself, or do you want me to bring you along with me?" he asked the bushy haired woman that was still clinging to him.

"Oh, oh," Hermione said, finally untangling herself and stepping back. "I'm sorry, Harry, I can bring myself. You'll be there soon?"

"I'll be but a second behind you, I promise," Harry answered, his small smile still on his face.

With two nods, the three friends walked quietly to the apparation point. Before they disappeared, a photo was snapped, and tomorrow, everyone would know of the man's return.

When everyone landed, the two friends who had been missing the third, looked quickly to see that he was still in fact with them. He bowed his head to them, and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Walking through that door he knew he would be confronted with the Weasley Matriarch, and she was sure to hug him until he waved a white flag.

"Er, Ron?" Harry asked before they reached the door. "Just who all is here?" It dawned on him that it was Saturday, and the Weasley Patriarch would also be there. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. He could almost hear Helga's voice in his head, telling him that it would be okay.

"Mum, dad, er, Percy, maybe George, Ginny," Ron answered. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," Harry claimed, taking a deep breath and gesturing for them to just open the door.

"Mum? Dad?" Ron called out, watching Harry from the corner of his eye. He seemed nervous, which actually surprised him, but then he guessed he couldn't blame him. He had left without a word, and he had no clue how his parents were going to react.

"Ron? What is it? Did they give up any information?" Mrs. Weasley called back, before walking into the small remolded kitchen. As she looked between the two friends, a sharp gasp escaped her. "Harry? Is it really you?"

Another small smile fitted itself to his face and he gave a soft nod. "It's really me, Mrs. Weasley."

A burst of tears sprang up to her eyes and she found herself hugging her unofficial seventh son tighter than she ever had. "We've missed you so much, but I'm so glad you're okay. You're okay right?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley, and I missed you guys too," Harry replied, hugging her back just as tightly.

"Sit, sit," Mrs. Weasley said, finally releasing him. "Arthur, dear, come here! Here, let me make you some tea, and get you something to eat, you -" she cut herself off and brought her eyes back to the young man. "Oh Harry, you look wonderful."

There was no need to tell Mrs. Weasley not to make a fuss, she was going to no matter what, and he welcomed it. "What is it dear? Did they get any information from the goblins?" Mr. Weasley questioned as he walked into the kitchen.

"Better dear!" Mrs. Weasley called back, unaware that her husband had joined them.

"Merlin's beard," Arthur said, "Harry?"

Harry brought his gaze up to the man who had been like a surrogate father to him, and his smile only widened. "Mr. Weasley."

"Harry was going to tell us where he's been," Hermione commented, looking up when she heard a gasp at the doorway.

Ginny Weasley, stood in shock, before a look of anger washed over her face. "And just where have you been?" she questioned, her acidic tone clear.

Harry sat there for a moment, staring back at his ex-girlfriend who was rightly angry at him, but before he could answer, yet another Weasley joined the kitchen and staring. "Good to see you again, Harry," George nodded, his hand going up to hold a chain hanging from his neck. "You look good."

"And you," Harry barely whispered, his smile finally faltering as he looked at the man in front of him.

"Oh don't look so glum, I don't blame you," George said, and the look that flashed across Harry's face was one that dimmed Ginny's anger.

"Er, before we all talk, could I use the loo real quick?" Harry asked, and before anyone answered him, he was out of his seat and headed up the stairs to where he remembered the bathroom to be. It was only a second later, when he returned, he realized that he didn't know if it was in the same place as it was before they rebuilt.

"Second door off the lounge, dear," Mrs. Weasley told him, already guessing his question.

With the small bit of solitude the bathroom gave him, Harry allowed himself to calm down, and cursed himself for allowing himself to be so effected. Through all his talks with Helga, no one brought up the situation of finally coming face to face with his past. One final deep breath later, Harry exited to find that the family had congregated to the lounge.

"Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, gesturing for him to take whatever seat he pleased.

Harry nodded and took a place next to the unlit fireplace. "I'm okay Mrs. Weasley, I just never thought of the feelings I was going to have when I returned."

"You do know no one blames you Harry, that his death wasn't your fault?" Hermione questioned, watching his face carefully. Where ever he had been, he had somehow learned how not to show all his emotions. All she could get was the fact that he was indeed okay.

Looking at his old best friend, he gave a small nod, before looking over to George who had bowed his own head. "None of it was my fault, I've accepted that, but that truth still doesn't take the sting out of the feelings of grief," Harry answered. "I know all of you want to know where I've been, where I went, and I'm trusting that this information won't leave this room, but there is one thing I need to do before I tell you guys."

Everyone looked so intently curious, that they were shocked when he took his wand out and performed a spell. The entire room, excluding the fireplace, was placed in a blue bubble. "I'll take it down once I've finished, it's just to keep anyone that appears from hearing anything crucial."

"The Burrow is as safe as ever, Harry," Mr. Weasley said. He had no idea Harry knew such advance pieces of magic.

"I don't doubt that, but if someone were to fire call, or walk in unannounced... I don't want anyone really knowing what I'm going to tell you."

"Are you sure you want me to know then Harry?" Percy said, speaking up for the first time.

"Should I be second guessing your inclusion?" Harry asked in response, and when Percy shook his head, he nodded. "Well then, let me get started."

A/N: A short introduction to this three piece story. Feel free to leave a review!