A/N: The following story is based on the original Book/Film events of Harry Potter. I do not own any of this. It's all owned by Warner Bros. and J.K Rowling. I'm simply composing this story for personal enjoyment.

This story is based on both the Books and the Films. I take inspiration from both of them. I will be exploring what I'd like to have happened after the Final Battle with Voldemort.

The story will start exactly where the book ended. I try to update as often as possible, but I am quite busy these days. I would like to dedicate this story to all my followers who have supported me in this amazing world of fan fiction.

"Soon, we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy." ~Albus Dumbledore

Chapter 1: Plans and Beginnings.

The sun was piercing through the blinds of his four-poster, stinging his eyes. It wasn't very hot, and yet the sun still irritated Harry's face. He opened his eyes to see a mop of red hair. It was no doubt the hair of Ronald Weasley; his best friend. After a while, Harry started to notice other things… like the silence which was a very strange thing to experience in the boy's dormitory. There was always something going on; arguments, fights or just banter.

Harry slowly sat up and felt his aching back. It was pulsating with unpleasant soreness. Being awake for almost 24 hours and battling the most powerful dark wizard of all time really seemed to take it out of you. Harry shifted his feet towards the edge of his bed and felt them touch the floor. It felt pleasant to have no shoes on. Harry also realised that he still had his dirty clothes on. His battered suede jacket was on the floor near his feet along with another blue jacket underneath. Harry never knew why he liked to wear triple layers. Maybe it was the comfort.

All that remained on him was a pale blue ringer tee which looked like it was chewed on by a bulldog, and his muddy jeans. His trainers were nowhere to be seen.

Harry looked down at his bed and realised the incredible mess his clothes made on the sheets. When he arrived at the dormitory, he was too exhausted to even properly undress. He also completely forgot about the sandwich he wanted to ask Kreacher about. At the thought of food, his stomach gave a loud rumble.

We'll eat something in a minute, He said to himself, as he heard steps outside the dormitory. The door was pushed open and Hermione Granger came in, she noticed Harry was awake and she smiled with excitement. Her eyes quickly darted to see Ron still in bed. In order to avoid waking him up, she brought a finger to her lips and pointed at the door.

Harry figured that she will be waiting for him outside, as she left the dormitory soon after that, but not before scanning him top to bottom and frowning.

Harry stood up from the bed and made his way to the door, his legs also giving small aches with every step. He pulled the door and stepped out.

"Harry!" he heard as Hermione's arms flew around his neck. He could feel his spine scream in protest from the added weight as he grunted in pain.

Hermione was quick to let go the moment she heard him and pulled her hands to his face.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I'm just so happy to see you awake"

Harry stood there for a while, admiring her smile; he hasn't seen Hermione smile ever since their dance at the tent, it seemed a million years ago.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her eyes gleaming with sudden worry.

"A little sore, but mostly fine," Harry answered. "How long was I sleeping?"

Hermione smiled "almost two days, including this one."

Harry's eyes widened in shock "Two days!"

"Almost" Hermione corrected him, "it's currently three o'clock so you've pretty much slept through most of this day too" she laughed.

Harry looked irritated How is it funny? He thought. People have died and I've just been sleeping!

Hermione seemed to have read his thoughts somehow "Harry It's okay! You defeated Voldemort… a long sleep is the least you deserve"

Harry was fidgeting with his shirt when it came to him, the wand! As he pulled out two wands from his jeans. The Elder Wand was much longer than his Holly and Phoenix Feather.

"Your decision stands? You're putting it back?" Hermione asked. She seemed to be wondering the same thing.

"I've been thinking… if the wand was able to repair my old one, maybe it could fix much more." Harry suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"I could try repairing Hogwarts," Harry muttered. The idea seemed to become rather stupid the moment it left his mouth.

"Harry, the castle in itself is too big. I don't think it's about the wand; the spell won't be powerful enough to fix so much damage." She told him.

Harry thought for a while. "I could always try certain areas… I'd love to at least fix the great hall… and the wooden bridge."

Harry hated the idea of leaving Hogwarts almost completely destroyed. It would take months to fix the castle and he felt partially responsible for the damage. Hermione seemed to have been reading his thoughts again.

"Harry, I know that you must feel it's your fault. But even you know that it's absolute rubbish. No one blames you for anything that happened to the castle, just like no one blames you for people who died fighting."

"I just… want to help" he muttered.

Hermione grinned "You always do." They stood there for a while, staring at the wand. "I think you made a good choice. That wand causes too much trouble than it's worth." She added.

"I don't need it." He said as he placed the wand back in his pocket.

"Want to go down for breakfast?" Hermione asked.

Harry was about to agree when he realized that the great hall is most likely crowded with people. "I don't know," he answered.

"Harry, you need to get some food in you. I'm not letting you go anywhere before you eat." She told him, crossing hands over her chest. Harry knew there would be no arguing with Hermione.

"Fine…"

"It will be okay. No one will pressure into a conversation, I'm perfectly sure." She assured him.

The walk to the great hall was not enjoyable; Harry got a chance to properly assess some of the damage that took place during the battle. The school was in pieces. There was rubble everywhere, windows were shattered and the beautiful castle Harry could remember was almost just that… a memory.

The moment they stepped into the great hall, things seemed to be looking up; There weren't too many people and the hall itself was almost repaired. Harry was about to sit down when he heard his name…

"Harry!" came Ginny's voice.

She was making her way towards him, breaking into a run halfway. Harry braced for the incoming pain in his spine when she flew at him. It was agonising. The soreness in his legs and back felt like fresh wounds. He grunted just like when Hermione hugged him, but Ginny didn't seem to hear it.

"You're finally awake!" she mumbled into his shoulder, before letting go. The pain was now easing in his legs, but the back was still pulsating like crazy.

"You've been sleeping for —"

"Two days" Harry finished, massaging his hip, "Hermione told me."

Ginny grabbed hold of his arm and pulled "let's go sit with Luna and Neville. Everyone is dying to talk with you." She pointed towards a large crowd in the left corner of the hall.

"Actually, Ginny. I think Harry would rather just eat in peace." Hermione informed. This was one of the times when Harry appreciated Hermione more than anyone else. She always understood him, she knew what he really wanted.

"Oh… well, ok." Ginny shrugged and took a seat at the nearest table.

"Ginny it's fine. If you want to go speak with them, don't make me stop you." Harry told her.

"You sure?" She asked, standing back up.

"I'll be fine." He managed a weak smile.

Ginny stood for a while, assessing the situation. "Okay, I'll see you later then." She said and made her way towards the crowd.

"Thanks for that" Harry whispered to Hermione and grinned.

"Don't mention it."

They sat down and food appeared in front of them. Harry didn't bother paying too much attention to what he was eating; he grabbed hold of some toast and started to dig in. Hermione laughed at his attitude towards breakfast and started to eat herself.

Once both were fed, Hermione suggested taking a walk through the viaduct. Harry wanted to go to the lake but then he realised that the path was cut off since the wooden bridge was blown up. There was only one alternative path to the lake and it led through the forbidden forest. Harry didn't like the idea; he had a fair share of that place to last a lifetime and a half.

They sat down at the wall on the viaduct and stared into the far distance.

"What will you do next?" Hermione asked him.

Harry was taken out of deep thought "Sorry, what?"

Hermione laughed and repeated, "What are you doing after you recover?"

He took a long while to think before answering, "I was thinking of going to Grimmauld Place… I also need to visit Gringotts; being seventeen and all."

"I read about it—"

"Of course you did" Harry interrupted and laughed.

Hermione poked him on the shoulder before resuming "Once you're seventeen, Gringotts reveals your full heritage. You also have the option to purchase a house and even start a business. It's a lot easier than the muggle world. Since you're the last Potter, I imagine there will be quite a lot of surprises for you." She explained.

Suddenly, the thought of visiting Gringotts and making big decisions seemed to sound rather intimidating. "Wanna come with me?" Harry asked.

Hermione studied him for a while. "Seriously?"

"If you're up for it." Harry shrugged.

"Harry, I would love to!"

Harry didn't know why it seemed to be such an exciting thing, but he was happy to cheer her up. "Good, we'll visit soon after I settle in Grimmauld Place."

"I never thought you would invite me to come with you" she confessed. "I thought you would take…" she paused.

"Take who?" Harry asked.

"Ginny." She muttered.

Harry looked at her for a moment, in disbelief before answering "Hermione, you're easily the smartest person I know, and you're my best friend. Who else would be better to take with me if not you?" he smiled.

Harry didn't understand why Ginny would be interested to come with him. From what it sounded like, it would just be a meeting where he would have to make a bunch of decisions and plans.

Hermione blushed "I'd love to come."

"Well, then it's settled!"

They sat there for a while, both in deep thought until Hermione broke the silence.

"When would we visit?"

"I'm not sure, maybe in two weeks…" Harry answered.

"Okay."

"Why? Is something wrong with that?"

"No, it's just… I was thinking about going to get my parents from Australia." She told him.

Harry sat there, stuck to the wall. He completely forgot about Hermione's parents. She altered their memories and got them to move to Australia in order to protect them from Voldemort. Harry always admired her for it, but with all that's happened, it seemed to have escaped his mind.

"Of course, your parents! You should tend to them first. It's more important than my Gringotts meeting. I can easily wait." Harry assured her.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded.

"Thanks, Harry. I promise that the moment I'm back, we can go to Gringotts."

"Don't worry about it even for a second; I have all the time in the world now." He smiled. "How long will you be gone?"

Hermione pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She always seemed to do that when in doubt or when she's anxious. "I don't know, it might take a while to remove the memory charm. Then I will have to explain everything to them, about Voldemort and the battle."

"Take as much time as you need" He patted her on the shoulder. "And at the same time… it's a great vacation right?" he laughed.

"I guess you're right" she grinned. "You want to head back?"

Harry didn't want to go back, not yet. But something told him Hermione did.

"Alright" as they stood up and started making their way back to the castle.