Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, or Charmed. I am just dabbling in the world they left for us. Though I do own the plot...

(This chapter is dedicated to RoseMarieLynn for her input, her co-writing several chapters including this one, and pretty much all the above that could even possibly be said. She has been with this story for the long haul and it is because of her that I even started this story…and I thank her profusely!)

Chapter 66

Epilogue

Present time

The weather was warm, though not overly so. Every so often, a cool breeze would sweep by, ruffling the hanging edges of the black linen that ran along the perimeter of the stage. A podium stood at the center of this stage, facing out towards a multitude of white folding chairs filling the lawn in front of the long stage. The chairs were stationed in such a way that there was plenty of room for everyone to sit comfortably. Behind these chairs were another set of chairs, red in color, separated only by a thick red and white rope.

The attendees sat, not quite so comfortably, in the red chairs while watching the effortless transition between speakers. As this new speaker came to stand at the podium, he let his eyes fall across the sea of people sitting in front of him, the student's tassels swaying in the cool summer breeze. He let a small smile make its way across his face while placing both hands on the podium, the silver ring on his left hand glinting in the mid-day sun. The ring caught his eye for just a moment, though in that moment, he couldn't help but smile again.

~~~hpgw~~~

Four years ago...

Harry stared at the mirror in front of him, his clothes ruffling as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, adjusting his tunic as he did so. Turning back to face it proper, he gave a heavy sigh.

"Despite the burden you had to bear over the course of your life, this is by far the most important out of all of those."

"What?" Harry asked, jumping slightly as he turned to face his father. "What do you mean?"

Leo smiled, "You are about to step into another adventure, albeit one you have, for the first time, willing chosen, and it...well...it's a big step, marriage. It's one of the few things in your life that you should not take for granted. Believe me."

"Have you...taken it for granted I mean?"

Leo moved to sit down on the sofa the Room of Requirement instantly provided, gesturing for Harry to join him. Once they were both sitting comfortably, Leo continued.

"Your mother and I are human. We have our disagreements, but at the end of the day, we still love each other. I can tell you many things that may help your marriage work, but ultimately it is up to you and your bride to figure that road out. I will tell you that communication…good communication, is key."

Harry smiled, though the smile did not reach his eyes. Leo noticed this. "What's wrong?"

"I guess that I don't have to tell you how extremely nervous I am. I mean, I've heard enough stories about what happened at yours and moms wedding..."

Leo laughed, "It's okay to be nervous, son, just don't let that nerve rule you."

"Whitelighter advice now, huh?"

Leo shook his head. "No, this is your father talking." Harry nodded. "You are a strong man Harry. You are not perfect and Ginny knows this. She also knows how much you love her. Just focus on that as you see her walking towards you today."

"But it's not just that...I know she loves me. It's just..."

"What?"

"Ginny is the first person, really the only person, I have let pretty much all the way in. She knows almost the deepest parts of my story...my soul. She knows what my life was like before I was brought back to you and mom and that scares the hell out of me. She is the first person I have been able to truly lower my walls around. Like I told her when I asked for her hand...I told her she had my heart…that she has all of me."

"And you're scared of what...that she'll give up on you, see how dark and twisted you are and want nothing to do with you?!" Leo asked this jokingly, but at the look his son had spreading across his face, he knew that Harry thought just that. In one swift movement, Leo pulled Harry into a hug. "I know this girl you are going to bind your life to today...and she is the most caring, kind and loving person that you could ever hope to find. You have nothing to worry about son, she loves you. And what's more is that she loves 'you'. That means the good and the bad."

Harry held onto Leo, reveling in his father's words. "It is a scary thing to tie yourself to another, but I have all the confidence in the world that you are going to be able to do this. Trust, me...this is going to be a day that you will not forget."

There was a knock on the door and father and son broke their embrace to see who it was that had come calling. It was Piper. Both men stood and greeted her, marveling at how beautiful she looked. She had chosen to wear a tea length a-line sundress in deep purple satin lined at the hem, waist, and top with thin, white satin ribbon. The strapless dress fit demurely just below the collarbone, and over it she wore a tasteful, short sleeved purple satin bolero jacket with the same white satin ribbon around the collar. Her hair was swept up in a French twist, showing off a string of small white pearls around her neck and small pear stud earrings. Thong style, backless, white leather shoes w/ kitten heels completed the ensemble.

Leo's knees went weak. Harry managed to come out of his own shock just in time to keep his dad steady. Piper smirked, "What? Like you two have never seen a girl get dressed up."

"Mom, dressed up is an understatement."

"Yeah, well, blame it on your Aunt Phoebe. Now come on, let's get that boutonniere pinned and get you married."

A few pokes, prods, and a blink later saw Harry walking down the aisle of the Great Hall with his mom on his arm and his dad following behind. The Hogwarts choir was singing a lovely tune from behind the dais. On the dais, an arch of beautifully woven wrought iron festooned in flowers with hues of white, cream, lavender, and deep purple awaited him, along with Ron, his best man, Neville, and Draco, who had already completed their duties of escorting Molly, Grams, and Paige to their seats. The ceiling above reflected the perfect blue but none of the heat of a rare, clear Scottish summer day. Harry quickly noticed that Ginny, along with Hermione, her maid of honor, and her bridesmaids Luna and his Aunt Phoebe had completely outdone themselves on the aisle decorations. The benches that normally sat around the house tables were now arranged in rows along either side of the hall leaving a center aisle with a deep purple velvet runner going all way to the dais. At the end of each row of benches on the aisle side stood a waist high wrought candle stand with a single cream colored, lily scented pillar candle in a glass vase. Each stand was connected to the other by tool containing deep purple flower petals. He was grateful for the beat of the music that kept his feet moving forward as he was overwhelmed by the sights and smells. In another blink, he was seating his mother and father at the front and joining Ezekiel on the dais. Ezekiel grinned at him knowingly and raised an eyebrow as the choir's song came to an end. Harry nodded, and the collar of his black formal tunic felt a little tighter.

Professor Flitwick gave the downbeat, and the choir began a completely vocal version of Pachebel's "Cannon in D." After a tasteful measure, Chris started coming down the aisle in smart, black tie tuxedo with a small pillow which had Harry and Ginny's rings held on with Hermione's best Sticking Charm. Holding Chris's hand was Danielle DeLacour, Fleur's youngest sister, dressed in a simple white pinafore style satin frock with patent white leather shoes and a delicate silver tiara. Expertly, she was flourishing her wand with her other hand, scattering white rose petals in pretty cascades onto the dark purple carpet.

Behind them, Luna floated into the Great Hall and down the aisle. She wore a dress similar to Piper's, but all in deep purple satin and with no jacket to hide her shoulders. Her full skirt fluffed and bounced joyously but the crinoline made no harsh rustling sound as she moved gracefully forward. Her platinum hair was in a simple yet elegant French twist and decorated with fairy flowers that sparkled in the sunlight shining down from the ceiling, as did the thin silver chain and triquetra pendant she wore with small triquetra earrings. Her slipper style shoes in deep purple satin made no noise on the velvet aisle runner. She held in one hand a small bouquet of white Gerber daises, and swung her skirt daintily with the other hand.

Harry turned to grin mischievously at a completely agog Neville, while Ron punched him playfully in the arm which made him turn bright red. Draco scowled at all three of them.

Harry smiled at the blonde's scowl, remembering that it was only just recently that Neville had approached his best friend, Draco, asking for his blessing to be married to Luna. Draco of course had said yes, though gave Neville the 'Big Brother' speech, despite the fact that they were brothers in all but blood.

Phoebe came in next, wearing the same deep purple gown with her hair swept up and the same jewelry. Her shoes were ballerina heels in purple with lacing that wrapped and tied in bows behind her mid calf. Her bouquet was also Gerber daisies. Her smile appeared enraptured. Harry locked eyes with her. He was able to sense her overwhelming joy and gratitude as if it were his own. He realized that to stand with her nephew and his princess as they committed to each other that which she held most dear, true and everlasting love, was something she had wanted to do since she'd first met Harry as a baby. He sensed her satisfaction at being able to fulfill that wish. He smiled widely back at her.

As Hermione walked in, Harry threw a glance and eyebrow waggle at Ron who was already puffing and preening his tunic with pride. Neville gave Ron a good return punch that brought him back to reality a bit. When he looked back, Hermione was already halfway down the aisle, her skirt bobbing sweetly as she sashayed down the aisle, both hands on a good sized bouquet of white Gerber daises and white roses. Her hair was silky smooth and swept up as the others. Her jewelry sparkled along with the fairy flowers in her brunette hair as wispy clouds played shadows across the hall. Beneath the flowers, a simple silver band with a solitary diamond flared for a moment on Hermione's left hand, and Harry blushed for a moment remembering how both sick and goofy love-sick Ron had looked on his and Hermione's wedding day.

He was sure he looked similar if not worse as the double doors at the back of the Great Hall closed and Hermione took her final place on the dais. The music began to swell into a key change, and Harry suddenly had the feeling that the lacing on his tunic would suffocate him. He met Ezekiel's eyes in a moment of panic as he felt his magic begin to tingle all over his skin. To lose control now, with all these people in such a confined space, would be a disaster. Quickly, he searched out familiar eyes in the crowd. Lupin and Tonks with their little one, swaddled in Remus' arms. He then found Arthur and Molly along with Fred and George and their respective fiancés. Grams sat next to Paige and Severus with Piper and Leo in front of them.

Breathe, Harry reminded himself.

Ezekiel just gave Harry a wink and then a small smile. He nodded toward the doors and declared to the Hall, "Please rise!"

Harry's eyes, along with what felt like his entire immortal soul, turned full attention to the doors at the back that were opening as the choir picked up both tempo and volume.

Then, stepping into the sunshine, like a dove out of the thicket, came his bride. His Ginny! Even as he heard the gasps of awe throughout the hall, the wonder of this living breathing woman filled up the corners of his heart. Clothed in a simple strapless over dress of white satin that laced up the front and hugged her torso and hips in corset fashion, echoing Harry's tunic, she walked toward him. An underskirt of white, flower embroidered lace peaked through the inverted-V formed by the front of the over dress. Her veil of the same lace hung from the very back of a slender silver tiara with diamond chips that was fastened around her head. Large, silky red curls spilled down all around it. Her long veil combined with her satin train and followed her, flowing smoothly over the flower petals and scattering them behind as though they were droplets from the fabric.

Harry barely got a chance to glance at her raiment as he quickly found and clung to Ginny's dancing brown eyes with his own green ones. Her wide smile welcomed him in, her familiar freckled cheeks dimpling in all the places he loved most. Breathing. Laughing. Alive.

And now she was there, just below him, and he was walking down the dais toward her. He could smell the lily scent of the candles, the citrus tones of her perfume, and the honeysuckle scent that was entirely her own. And now Arthur was placing her hand in his. Her small, warm hand. He was giving her away to him in front of the entire hall. And, as Harry threaded his fingers through Ginny's and led her up to the dais, he felt her pulse under his fingers, quick and strong. He sighed a little with the relief of having her beside him.

Taking both of her hands in his, they stood facing each other in front of Ezekiel. Ginny simply continued to smile as she reached up to his face and brushed away something wet. Harry laughed quietly and she reached to the other cheek to wipe away the tears he hadn't known were there. "I'm here," she whispered, "and I'm yours. Forever and Always."

Harry could only nod.

Ezekiel began. "Dearly beloved, it is our great joy, honor, and pleasure to gather here today to witness the union of His Royal Highness, Harry James Matthew Potter Halliwell, and Lady Ginevra Molly Weasley, the only daughter of the Ancient House of Weasley..."

~~~hpgw~~~

Present time

Looking out at the crowd, he straightened slightly, took a quick breath and began.

"I've always known I was different. All I wanted was to be another face in the crowd, but in the end, it wasn't possible. In the end, I had to choose between what was right...and what was easy." He paused here and looked out over those before him, even those who sat behind the students, their parents, their friends and loved ones. He could see more than a few worried faces meeting his own. He smiled. "Because in the end; it is our choices that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities."

~~~hpgw~~~

Three years ago...

Harry walked swiftly down the aisle and towards his goal…the man, clothed in expensive-looking robes, who was going to change his life forever. Ezekiel; the man who had become more than an advisor, he had become Harry's friend. And not a year ago he had married him and Ginny, so it was only fitting that he presided over this as well. He was, after all, very qualified.

Harry shook himself from his musings as he passed his parents and Ginny and the other members of his family. This was a big day for him and he wanted as many people there that he knew and was close to, to be there for him. Aside from it being a big day, he had asked them here because truth be told, he was nervous at what he was going to be doing. If not a little scared. For all of his Hogwarts days, he had felt as though he had the world on his shoulders…turns out it wasn't that big a of load, just a different one. It was the entire magical community.

Today he was going to be accepting the mantle of High King of Magic.

'Okay, so I'm more than a little nervous' He thought to himself as he took the last steps that put him in front of Ezekiel. As he turned, he caught sight of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic, Sitting next to the Muggle Prime Minister and next to him…the Queen, Elizabeth, herself. Currently, the Muggle Queen had a couple of fairies hovering around her, bathing her in a golden glow.

This one person alone had his nerves on high alert. He had known she was going to be there, but that hadn't prepared him enough for when he had actually had one on one time with her before the ceremony today. He was one of her subjects, yes, but now he was being raised to a position to be her equal…within the magical world at least.

Yes, it was a very big day.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Ezekiel started to speak. "Harry James Matthew Potter Halliwell, Heir of Gryffindor, Descendent of Arthur Pendragon, please kneel."

As he knelt, he felt a swell of pride build within him. Along with it came a torrent or strength and love. He didn't need to look behind him to know where it had come from. It came from Ginny. Since their wedding, the bond they shared had grown exponentially. One in which they could feel each other's emotions…know where the other was at any given moment and communicate with just a look. Sometimes they were even able to communicate with their thoughts alone. This power they shared first emerged when he had lost control of his power back when he had told her parents, Ron and Hermione, who he really was and it had taken them over a year to understand what it really meant and what its limits were. It was also why he had slumped so far into a depressed state when she had died.

He allowed himself to be filled to the utter brim with the positive feelings she was sending his way, all the while listening to the man in front of him.

"Friends, Family, Leaders, and Magical Beings of every nation; today is a most glorious day. Today we recognize the strength, the character, and honor of this young man who kneels before me. This young man…who has saved us…all of us, Magical and Mundane alike, from an evil so dark, that it would have split this world apart in its quest for power. All of us, at one point or another, felt the wrath of this evil and it was a great day when it was forever vanquished. This young man did not ask for this. In fact, the honor that is about to be bestowed upon him is never asked for…by men like him. It is given to him this day by birth and by magic herself." Then, looking down at Harry, Ezekiel continued.

"Harry Halliwell, by right of birth and by magic, do you swear to uphold the laws of magic as so writ by your ancestors and those established by their fathers?"

Harry took a breath, "I so swear."

"And do you furthermore, swear to govern all magical races with a fair and just hand?"

"I so swear."

"Do you so swear to protect these lands, and all magical creatures from any threat that may arise?"

"I so swear."

"Do you also swear, to the best of your ability, help those not of our lands when called upon for assistance?"

"I so swear."

With a smile, Ezekiel laid a hand on Harry's shoulder, magic thick in the air. This was Harry's cue to finish out his oaths that would see him rise higher than he had ever dreamed.

"I, Harry James Matthew Potter Halliwell, Heir to Godric Gryffindor, Descendent of Arthur Pendragon, hereby ask magic to judge me and my heart. I, by birth and by magic, claim the honor and station granted to me, as laid forth by my ancestors before me. Let them also judge me. May they and Magic deal with me, be it ever so severely if I ever waiver on my oaths. May they also be my guide as I charter my own path, according to the oaths I have taken this day."

He paused here, only momentarily. He was nervous again. Up to this point, his oaths were just words. What would come next was pure magic and if found unworthy…he didn't want to think of it. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel more of the love and admiration his wife was sending his way. He also opened himself up to the rest of his family. What he felt from them…it helped him to continue on. Opening his eyes, he saw Ezekiel smile and nod. And in an Ancient tongue, known to few in the world, Harry began to speak. However, inside the heads of everyone present, they heard it as though he was speaking English.

"I call upon the Ancient powers of my Ancestors and of Magic itself. Lead me now, to where it all began so that its strength and wonder may be renewed and the Magical world ushered into a new and golden era. May your strength and power be my guiding light, my strength and my might."

With every word spoken, the air became heavy with magic, and before too long Harry was surrounded by a swirling gust of wind. They all watched as he was lifted off the ground, over Ezekiel, and carried to a door that had just appeared behind the man, between two columns of gray stone. The door itself was old and weathered and looked as though it would fall over with barely a touch. As Harry came to the wooden door, the wind around him whipped wildly as it set him on his feet, stopping as soon as he touched down. Smoothly, Harry raised his right hand and placed it on the door. At first nothing seemed to happen, but as the moments ticked by a white glow began to emanate from his hand and then passed swiftly across the door, changing it as it went. Slowly and yet quickly, the white fire spread and soon the old wooden door became silver and blue, with a crest resting at the center. On the crest was an image of a castle with a Phoenix overhead.

With a smile on his face, Harry reached out and touched the crest and as he did so, the entire hall was filled with a bright white light, blinding all those present. And as soon as the light had come, it left, leaving everyone to gasp at the change in their surroundings. They now all stood in a Grand Hall, stone columns along the walls, bright silver and blue tapestries hung on the walls, with a bright white runner that ran from the massive wooden doors behind them all the way up to the head of the hall where a very regal throne sat. Everyone present gazed in awe at the image of the throne, which was currently bathed in the rays from the sun coming through the ceiling high stained glass windows. Just to the right of the throne, Ezekiel stood, smile wide across his face. Next to him, directly in front of the throne, stood Harry, who was now wearing the outfit that he had at the final battle. A soft pop filled the quiet room and everyone watched as Dobby the elf presented Ezekiel with a blood-red pillow, raising it just over his little head, ears bobbing slightly. Ezekiel stepped forward and took the silver and blue circlet that sat atop the pillow and then turned to Harry, who had taken his place on the throne.

"Harry James Matthew Potter Halliwell, you have been found worthy to carry the legacy, laid down by your Ancestors. It is my pleasure to crown you, Your Majesty, High King of Magic and its Realms." As he said this, he slowly lowered the circlet and placed it on Harry's head. Stepping back, Ezekiel smiled and lowered his head slightly.

"Long live the King." As the words left his mouth, a bright flash of light appeared just next to the throne. On top of a brand new perch, set up next to the throne, sat Harry's phoenix, Flynn, a silver jeweled collar adorning its neck. With Flynn in place, Harry stood and gave the Phoenix a quick rub and then stepped forward, light shining around him. This time, everyone else in the hall bowed their heads slightly and repeated the words Ezekiel had said moments ago.

"Long live the King!"

~~~hpgw~~~

Present time

"For that is what brought many of us here today, a choice. We had to choose what was right...over what was easy. And for some of us, that was easier said than done. I've met many a people during my time here and the one thing that remains constant between everyone is that they have said they wish to make an impact on the world; to change it, to better it. But to voluntarily give up what free time we have for our friends, our family...our bed, to sit in a lecture hall for three hours or more, listening to some professor go on about some battle in Egypt that happened before even our great-grandparents were alive...Sorry Dr. Jackson." He said, turning to the man seated behind him, glad to see a smile and a slight head nod coming from the man in question.

"Needless to say, we all got up and attended our lectures, pulled what seemed like endless all-nighters just to pass that bio test...and we did it not because we had too...but because we chose too. Even if some of those nights were never-ending…"

~~~hpgw~~~

Two years ago...

Harry quickly ducked behind a large boulder, as bits of rock went flying over his head. When the rubble settled he had a slight smirk on his face when he was able to see clearly.

"Glad to see you guys are alright."

"If you call being thrown about and having to run for your life "fun"… then yeah, we're good."

"You're the one who wanted to come on this little venture with me."

"To be fair, Harry, it was all Ron. He wanted a break from work."

"Jeez…go ahead and just sell me out, Hermione."

"We'll it's the truth. Even Harry knows it. Besides, it not as though you've been tight lipped about missing fighting with the knights or Harry."

Harry looked at Ron, who was now blushing slightly. "It's okay Ron, you aren't the only one who wanted to be here and missed being in the 'throes' of a good battle."

"Harry!" Hermione whispered fiercely.

"What? It's the truth." Harry said with a smile. "Soon though you're going to want to be careful… There would be a lot of people out for my blood if I let you come on too many more of these."

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, infusion evident on their faces. Harry just smiled. "I will say this though, after we get out of here I think we could all do with a good once over by my mum or Madam Pomfrey...just to make sure there is nothing wrong with us, and you should be seeing her soon anyway Hermione. We'll just move that appointment up."

Harry was again met with curious looks, though he was sure he saw a flicker of comprehension within Hermione's gaze. He gave a slight nod of his head and then turned back o look over the boulder they were all currently behind, just barely catching the widening of his friends eyes. He smiled.

"We need to end this." Harry said solemnly.

"How? We're surrounded on all sides. This was the last place Hermione or I could find to duck out for a mo. We're completely Jimmy-Jacked, Harry."

Caught off guard by Ron's comments, he turned to look at Hermione who just shrugged in response, shaking her head. Harry smiled, despite the conundrum they found themselves in. "I've said it before, Ron, but we may really need to monitor your viewing habits."

Ron stared dumbly at Harry, "What?"

Hermione smiled, "Do you have a plan to get us out of here in one piece?"

"Possibly…do you remember that spell Nev used in that one battle of his during the Dueling Tournament sixth year?"

"The one that lit up the platform like a supernova…blinding his opponent?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, yeah…" Ron exclaimed quietly "poor bloke was still seeing spots even a month later!"

"That's the one." Harry said, "I was thinking, what if we tweak the wand movements a bit, adding in a massive heat factor to it..."

"But that would...oh Harry, you're a genius!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What? What did Hermione just figure out?"

Harry smiled, "I'll let her explain and teach you the wand movements." The turning to hermione, "Be ready to quickly teach me when I get back." Hermione nodded.

"What, where are you going?"

Harry smirked evilly, "Hunting." And without any warning, Harry's head slumped to his chest, eyes shut, a peaceful look falling across his features.

"What just happened...what did I miss?" Ron asked confused.

"He's gone to draw all those demons to us. He's counting on us...me...to teach you, and him once he gets back, this spell so that we can get out of here and back home. Now pay attention." Hermione said, pulling out her wand, and showing Ron the original spell Neville used, along with the minor tweaks to change the outcome of the spell.

Once done and Hermione was confident that Ron would be able to perform the spell, they waited, turning their ears to the noise that was drawing ever closer. At one point, they heard a voice call out, "Is that all you've got? Man, take away your Dark Leader and you lot just regress...whoa, now that wasn't very nice!"

Ron smirked, "He loves his astral projection too much. He's just playing with them now."

Hermione smiled and was about to respond when a sudden gasp for air came from her left. Putting a hand on his back, steadying him slightly she asked, "You okay, Harry?"

Harry nodded, "Man, what a rush!" He said with a smile. Ron shook his head and gave Hermione an 'I told you so' look.

Missing this completely, Harry turned to Hermione and asked, "Is it ready?" After a quick nod, she moved her wand in the motion she had just shown Ron. Harry studied the movement carefully, and once he was sure he had it committed to memory, he smiled.

"We'll, that's that. Let's get this over with. Besides, I've got a mid-term to study for." And with a quick gesture of his hand, just over the rock, he unfroze their pursuers. "On the count of three..."

"One...two...THREE!" And as one, all three of them shot up from where they had been crouching and threw their wands out in front of them and in unison, cast the blinding spell.

As the spell left their wands, all the demons got caught up in the resounding blast of light and heat, ripping their bodies apart in a cacophony of explosions, shaking the cavern they were in.

The three friends shared a look, smiles wide on their faces. "Let's get out of here." Harry said, taking his two friends hands.

"Oh, right your mid-term, Harry, we have to go!"

"We just took out a hoard of demons and you're worried about Harry and his school work." Ron said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You know what they say, Ron." Harry began, looking at his friend, "You can take the girl out of Ravenclaw, but you can't take the Ravenclaw out of the girl." Ron nodded, smirking.

This earned them both a smack from Hermione, who was also smiling. "Goodness knows I might have had a quieter time at Hogwarts had I been sorted there."

"Yeah, but your life would have been every so dull."

Hermione just stated at her husband, then laughed. "It's so true!"

Harry smiled at the couple, "Come on you love birds. It's time we got out of here." And in a flash of white fire, flecked with silver and blue, the three of them left the stone cavern.

~~~hpgw~~~

Present time

"But in the end, after all the learning is done. After all the tests are taken, and the day finally arrives when we will walk this stage, will we truly begin our final lesson; the one lesson that our professors have been threatening us with since we first began our journey here. That it is time for us to step out into the world…this world we want to change. The one we wish to explore.

"Because life is all about exploring, challenging the status quo and making breakthroughs...and above all else, making the right choice over the easy one. And if it's one thing I can say about my life up to this point, is that even though I never knew what was going to happen next, it has been one heck of a ride. Yes, good can and will happen...and yes, there will be bad there too. You will also have to make some pretty hard decisions and you will find yourself in some pretty tough situations, but it is how you handle those situations and look to the future…while remembering your past, that will eventually help shape you into who you will become. So today, graduates, make that choice. Step into your final lesson. Choose to look to your future. For believe you me...it is going to be a bright one.

~~~hpgw~~~

One year ago...

Harry smiled, closing the blue door behind him, the soft click echoing in the entryway of his and Ginny's house. 'Well, a house that's more Castle than anything...' Harry thought with a smile. It had been three years ago, just before he had been crowned King of Magic, when the Muggle Queen had taken him aside and gifted him with a property to live in once his oaths had been accepted. That this property had been his...or rather had been in his family since Arthur himself was a moot point. It had been interesting to learn that this bit of land had been put under a very strong and different version of the Fidelius charm, set down by Gryffindor and was given into the care of the muggle Royal family until such a time that his heir came forth and the Magical community had its King again.

The castle itself sat directly across from Street and Glastonbury Tor, on top of Walton Hill in Somerset. And it was a sight to behold. Not only did the castle sit on a prime piece of land, but it offered both Harry and Ginny their first view of the visual effect known as Fata Morgana. It had taken their breaths away when they had first lain eyes on it. Though as soon as this "wonder" had come, it had gone just as quick, at least for Harry. Ginny had still been marveling at the beauty in front of her when she heard her husband beside her give a 'whoop' of joy when he noticed the Quidditch pitch between them and the Fata Morgana.

That was something else they had to learn to take in stride. Despite the fact that they both had the Statute of Secrecy drilled into them while at Hogwarts, though for Ginny it had been since birth, and to not let the prying eyes of Muggles catch them performing any sort of magic...their home and it's sprawling, lush green land had all the protection spells the world had to offer. Thusly making it unplottable, undetectable, untouchable, and unseeable. Meaning that they could practice all the magic they wanted, as well as their children when they were old enough...without fear of reprisals, but it also meant that they could fly and play as much Quidditch as their hearts desired without having to give the Muggles even the slightest of thoughts. There were also muggle repelling charms and all the other basic spells a family of magicals would put up just added to how wonderful this place was. That Harry was also able to rework some of his families Book of Shadows magic into the land was just another boon in Ginny's book.

Harry smiled at the memory as he made his way towards the kitchen, where his nose was telling him where he would find his bride. Looking back towards the blue door he had shut, he gave a quick smile and glanced upwards and just shook his head slightly at the words that were etched above it. With a black background and white lights shining from behind, the words 'Police Box' shone. Shortly after they were married, Harry, along with the help of his dad, made Ginny a door of her own...except this door, her door, would lead to her parents house, the Burrow. At first, Harry and his dad had made just a simple door that would link itself with the Burrow, but after seeing Harry layer some new features to his own door, Ginny asked for the same treatment to her door. He was all too glad to do this for his wife though after the first few hundred times of her coming back through, from the Burrow, saying...'It's bigger on the inside' began to make him regret it just a little. Though only just. Every now and then, Ginny herself would get tired of the blue door and go for something more traditional...sometimes even the doors to the Halliwell manor, but in the end it would always find itself back to blue.

Again, Harry smiled and finally turned away from the door and headed back towards the kitchen with a determined bounce in his step. He was hungry and whatever Ginny was cooking smelled amazing, however...

"You are not supposed to be on your feet. The Doctor said, specifically that you are to be on bed rest until the baby comes." He said as he moved over to his wife, who simply stared at him with a determined gleam in her eye, spoon hovering over the sauce she was stirring.

"But that doesn't mean..."

"Yes it does...and you heard what the doctor said just as much as I did."

"But the sauce..."

Well be perfectly fine with me stirring it. Besides, I know full well where you got this recipe and who taught it to you. She taught it to me within a week of my arrival."

Ginny huffed. "And just what do you think your mother would say if she saw you trying to force me back to bed?"

"She'd ask me why I let you out in the first place and why I wasn't taking care of you better." He replied with a smile.

This time Ginny smiled, "That's true. But this sauce is almost done and I wanted to do something nice for you. You've been taking such good care of me that I wanted to do something for you...for you to eat while you are studying for your last final of the semester...you do want to be at the top of your class, don't you?"

Harry gave a small smile, and pulled Ginny closer to him. This was very hard as Ginny was very much pregnant...very…pregnant and was ready to go any day now, and so he had to hug her from the side. "I do, but being at the top means I have to give the speech to all the graduates next year. They decide all that stuff way early...not exactly sure why...personally I think it's the mind games they play. They want to watch what poor soul it happens to be…suffer."

Ginny took advantage of the side hug Harry was giving her and began to try and stir the sauce, which was starting to boil. Harry, in a fast motion, grabbed the ladle out from her hands and set it on the table. Ginny frowned. "Now why did you do that?"

"Two words...bed rest."

"How about I get a chair..."

"For Dobby to use, that would be sweet. And I'm sure he would be so happy that you thought of him and would allow him to help finish the meal you started. But seeing as you will be in bed in a matter of moments, I will get the chair for him." And before Ginny could protest any further, Harry gave a wave of his hand and Ginny was gone from the kitchen Ina swirl of blue and white lights. Not a second later came Ginny's voice, billowing throughout their home.

"HARRY MATTHEW HALLIWELL!"

And then silence. The sudden quiet unnerved him a little, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he made to move and pull a chair closer to the stove. "Dobby." He called and not a moment after he even uttered the first syllable, the little elf popped in smiling widely, and his ears flapping.

"Yous be calling for Dobby, your kingship?!" Began the elf with a deep bow.

"Dobby, how many times..." But he was cut off mid sentence when through the kitchen wall came the horse patronus he knew all too well. At first thinking he was going to get an earful, he almost put up a silencing barrier, but the words that flowed from the horse's mouth made him pale...quickly.

"Harry...help..." She sounded so meek and out of energy that it almost sounded as if...

"No!" Harry said quickly and was gone from the kitchen in a flash of white fire, appearing not a moment later in his and Ginny's room. Upon arriving, he found Ginny on the edge of the bed, which was soaking wet on her side, primarily where her back would go while lied down. Ginny was a little pale, but not unhealthily so, though Harry knelt down in front of her.

"Are you okay...what's wrong?"

"My water just broke..." Harry's mouth just fell open.

"Huh?"

Ginny gave a small smile. "Harry, my water just broke and I'm not talking about the glass next to my bed. Harry, the..."

But she never finished, as Harry had done so for her, and at a yell. "Oh crap, Ginny, the baby is coming...your water just broke...we have to get you to Madam Pomfrey...like now!"

"Harry," Ginny tried to say, but was steamrolled by her husband.

"No Ginny, we've practiced this...we have to get you to Madam Pomfrey...or my mother...or your mother...and holy crap, we have to tell our mothers...there's not enough time...Ginny, what are you doing just sitting there, we have to go, your water just broke!" And with a wave of his hand, Ginny was changed out of her wet clothes and into some sweat pants and an appropriate shirt, along with the robe she kept on the door hanger in their bathroom. As soon as she was changed, Harry had already moved onto the next thing.

"Dobby, Winky..."

The two little elves popped into their room and had just begun to bow when Harry put a stop to it in a nanosecond. "Dobby, you go to my parents and Ginny's and tell them to meet us at Hogwarts, Ginny's water just broke and is going into labor. Oh, and go get Ron and Hermione too...although on second thought...go get Neville, Luna and Draco too. They should all be there." Then turning to Winky he said,

"Winky, you go straight to Madam Pomfrey and. Let her know she is to expect Ginny. Now hurry off you two!"

Both elves nodded very quickly and were gone in an instant. "Harry, you need to calm down." Ginny said, as she made to stand, but Harry put a stop to that too. Instead, he waved his hand again and Ginny began to hover in the air, few feet off the ground, just in front of him.

"Harry Halliwell, you will put me down this instant as I will not be traveling to Hogwarts like a barrage balloon...not matter how , I much I resemble one!"

Harry frowned and snapped his fingers, and slowly lowered her into the chair that had just appeared behind her. "You're right, what was I thinking. Sorry. Now all that's left is our clothes." However just as he went to summon those to him, they appeared next to him. "But how..."

Ginny sighed, "Dobby and Winky more than likely told the other elves what was happening and they are just doing what they can."

Harry shook his head, as though trying to rid his head of a fog that appeared to be settling there. "You're right. We've got what we need and it is time to get to Hogwarts."

Harry quickly set his hand upon the arranged luggage and began to vanish in a swirl of bright lights. The lights swirled quickly around him and just as they swallowed him whole and began to rise through the ceiling when a voice called out.

"Harry, don't you dare forget me! You get your Twice-Blessed butt back here, mister!" And in another second, the lights swirled back down through the ceiling and swept Ginny up, chair and all, with only a small elf left alone in the bedroom shaking its head, ears flapping, laughing in the fading glow of the blue lights.

~~~hpgw~~~

Present time

It was a smiling and laughing group that walked into the manor, with the only exception…sort of, being Harry, as someone had gotten a hold of it and had jinxed it to where it wouldn't come off his head. It had made for some very funny graduation pictures though. Especially the ones in which both of his little girls had tried to help him get it off. Though to everyone present, who had witnessed this attempt; it was clear he had enjoyed it just as much as his twins did.

"Mama…hat!" squealed little Lily.

Ginny smiled. "Daddy looks funny doesn't he?!" she said as she turned to give Harry a look. Currently he was in normal clothes, save for the graduation cap.

This set the group off again, as Ginny turned and gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek. This action caused their other little girl, the oldest, Prudence, to giggle and give the hat on Harry's head another tug, at which point the graduation cap came off of his head and was promptly put onto her own. Lily giggled along with her sister while everyone else stood mouths agape. "But how…?" Ginny asked, at a loss for words.

"Yeah, with a sticking charm that strong it should have taken weeks to wear off, or at the very least be reversed by the one who cast the spell." Hermione commented.

"But I thought Ron…"

"Nope, not me mate. Wish it were though…that was a prime piece of magic."

"Then who?" Phoebe asked. The only response that came was that of the giggle that came from Harry's arms. All eyes turned to little Prudence.

"No…that's not possible, is it?" Molly Weasley asked, looking at her first little grandbaby.

"Why not?" Came a voice from the back. Luna and Neville had just walked in and shut the door, coming in on the tail end of the spectacle. "I mean, just look at who her parents are and then look who their parents are…it's really not all that shocking."

Everyone took a moment to ponder what their friend had to say. After a moment or two, it was Piper who finally broke the silence. "Well, if you think about it…it does make the most sense. And besides…the first born is always the most powerful. Just look at Prue. She was the oldest out of us and…"

"It looks as though she is following in the steps of her of her namesake." Phoebe finished with a wide smile.

"Also remember that she is the oldest of the two, but by only a minute…." Paige began.

"Less than a minute, actually." Molly put forth. When all the eyes in the room swiveled to her, she explained. "When Fred and George were born, they were a minute or so apart, but George, magically, has always been equal to his older brother...and even then, the differences between the two, magically….if I had to take a guess, I would say that Fred is just barely ahead of him in magical power and even then, the difference could be as small as a single grain of sand."

"And really, in the Wizarding world, twins are a rare thing. I mean, you've got the Patil sisters and Fred and George…and now your little ones, we've seen quite a bit during school and in the years since…but not another set of twins and identical ones to boot…it just doesn't happen." Neville said, stepping into the room more.

Harry just looked from his mother-in-law to Neville and then to his two little girls, his gaze lingering on the two of them. It had been a huge shock to Ginny and him when they had been born. It was a welcome chock, as Harry had always wanted a big family, but to get two out of the gate...Neville was right, this was a rarity and he couldn't wait to see what other powers they would develop. As his eyes moved from Prudence…although, like her namesake, they…the family and close friends, also called her Prue, moved from her to little Lily, he along with everyone else gasped when a cap, just like the one Prue had a hold of appeared in her tiny fists with only a blink of her eyes. Oh yes, just like Molly had Fred and George; he and Ginny had their two to wrangle.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts when a little voice called out, "Mommy, can I get a hat like Prudence and Lily?" He turned slightly to see the little brown-haired girl, his cousin, looking up at her mother, his Aunt Phoebe. Harry smiled at the scene between Parker and her mother. He also noticed his brother, Chris, standing not too far away, looking at the pair of hats his daughters were currently playing with.

"Hey Chris, Parker," Harry called to the two little ones. And after handing off Prue to Piper, who was more than glad to take her grandchild, he knelt down to their level, pulling them a little closer to him. "Would you two like to have a hat just like mine?"

"Oh yes please Uncle Harry that would be brilliant." Parker replied excitedly. Harry smiled and turned to Chris who said simply, "Yes please." He smiled again and put out both hands in front of him and after a quick gesture, a child-sized graduation cap rested upon his out-stretched palms. Chris and Parker both took them gently, holding them close to them for only a moment, as though they were the most precious thing they owned, before eagerly placing them on their heads.

As he stood, he reached out and took his own cap from his daughter, who scowled slightly, but not a moment later had her very own cap atop her head, as did Lily. Only the one Lily had been simply resized. Once sure that they were taken care of, Harry turned to the latest and smallest addition to the family. "Would it be alright if I made a cap for my newest little cousin?" He asked, looking at the little one in its fathers arms.

Severus smiled. "As long as it can be green and not that awful red color." Harry smiled, 'A Slytherin through and through…' and stepped a little closer to baby James. He smiled at the name his Aunt and Uncle had given their first child. Apparently, both he and James had made a pact back in their school days. He also smiled as he thought about what this little one would grow up to look like. It wasn't hard to imagine this as he had first seen the boy, James, on his little trip to the future when Chris had taken him there all those many years ago. He would look, and already did a little, like his father, but there would also be a good mix of his mother in there too. As Harry waved his hand over his cousins little head, a small-green, cap appeared atop his little head and stayed there with a mild sticking charm that wouldn't hurt the baby.

As Harry stepped back and couldn't help but smile at the changes in his former professor. Gone were the squared shoulders and the tightness of his jaw. He looked more relaxed than he had ever seen him. Also gone were the greasy locks that used to fall in front of his face. After the battle and Snape's identity was made known, he had been pulling it back. Now though, he seemed to be taking a cue from his brother-in-law, Coop, who wore his hair about as short as Leo's, but sticking up thanks to his favorite forming clay. It really made him look like a new person…and Harry thought it suited him quite nicely.

Harry was shaken from his thoughts when a hand came to rest on his shoulder. He turned and looked into the eyes of his wife Ginny, who had a yawning child in her arms. "Oh, no you don't little one…there is still some fun left to be had!" He said, taking a hold of Lily, and spinning her around quickly.

"Oh no!" Piper exclaimed, "We have to Summon Grams and Lily, James and Sirius…we need them all for the Wiccaning."

"Right, we need to get a move on." It was Leo this time who spoke up, who now had Prudence in his arms, and was ushering everyone up the stairs and into the attic.

As soon as the attic door opened, Ron made the comment that with everyone that was present, they would be way cramped. At his comment, Harry smiled and waved his hand and before they all knew it, the attic expanded to twice its normal size. When all those present gave him a look he replied, "What, so it's a little bigger on the inside…"

After everyone had a quick laugh at Harry and what he had done was and the Ghosts summoned, and the rounds were made, they all turned to Harry and Ginny. It was Sirius who spoke first. "Harry, I cannot begin to tell you how proud I am of you."

"And that goes for us too." Lily Potter said, stepping forward. Harry smiled and because she was outside of the circle of candles, she had a body and was able to be hugged by him. The hug ended once Sirius began again.

"You have, against all the odds, come out on top and have become the man you were destined to be. It was a hard road and yet, you rose above and became what the World needed you to be….to the magical community at least. You have, in the past five years, since becoming High King of Magic, to be a just ruler and fair leader. Heck, you even have time to play a pick-up game of Quidditch with Spain's leading Seeker, even while over there on business…"

"That's what the article in the Prophet said…" Ron said in hushed tones to Hermione, who smiled and gave him a small poke in the side. Ron smiled and pulled his wife closer to him, placing his right arm around her left shoulder, while placing his other hand on her protruding belly. Soon there would be another little one joining the ranks of this ever-growing family. At this small movement, Hermione turned back to face him and gave him another smile along with a quick peck on the cheek.

Despite Sirius speaking to him, this minor exchange between him two best friends did not go unnoticed by him. He himself gave a quick smile before turning back to face his Godfather. "You have accomplished far more than anyone ever thought possible…"

"The Elders…" Piper said not so subtly, earning a smile from everyone in the room, including Sirius, who didn't miss a beat.

"Especially them; and they know this too…" This comment alone had every eye on him, and he seemed to be enjoying the look of curiosity and wonderment on all their faces, because he drew his pause out…for a good little bit. "This is an unprecedented thing Harry. Not even your mother and her sisters were offered this once they had completed their shared destiny."

"What are you talking about?" Piper asked, unable to hold in her curiosity any longer.

Sirius smiled, "Harry, you have been put through more than anyone else. The Elders have been trying to figure out just what they could do for you that could try and help make up for this. This is by no means meant to be something that will endear them to you till the end of time, but like with Flynn, something to help bridge the gap they made in regards to your life. Harry, the Elders have decided to grant you a 'Yes' to one request, and one request only, for anything you could possibly ask them for."

The attic was all of a sudden filled with resounding gasps, with all eyes turning to Harry, who had a thoughtful look on his face. It was this look that told everyone that he had already come to a decision his one request would be. He did however decide to voice a concern. "While I thank the Elders for this amazing gift…how do I know that they will follow through? Besides, what if what I ask of them has more than one thing that comes along with the granting of this request?" How…"

"Harry," Sirius began, "They are prepared and willing to grant you whatever it is you could ask of them, and believe me…they have thought of everything…for a change." This got Harry's attention and it showed on his face. He was surprised. He knew exactly what he was going to ask of them and for them to be willing…

Harry straightened himself up and gave a slight smile. "I ask of the Elders, and all that comes along with it, for The Door to be opened."

Sirius smiled, and Harry guessed that he had somehow known exactly what it was going to be that he asked for. At looking at the others in the room, it was clear that none of them knew what Harry meant, save for one person…his father.

"You can't mean, THE Door, can you?" He asked breathlessly.

"The one and the same." Harry replied with a smile.

"What is this 'Door' thingy and why haven't we heard of it before?" Paige asked.

Harry was about to respond, but at seeing Sirius's nod to Leo, he let his dad take the floor. "The Door, is really just that…a door. It is however what is behind that door which makes it significant."

"And that would be?" Piper asked, trailing off.

"Long ago, the Powers that Be, decided that the time had come to cut off the flow of magical knowledge, as it were. You see, before Gryffindor passed away, both Hogwarts and Magic School were linked through a simple door. It was after he died that it was decided that the door would be sealed as the sole person who was able to teach both worlds and use both magicks was now gone and it was deemed too high of a security risk. And thusly the door was sealed, with all record of it being purged from any sort of archive. It's not a glamorous tale, but during the time of the door being open, both magical worlds flourished and grew. It was like one giant school, only it wasn't just exclusively witches and wizards…no, all types of magical being went there to learn. It was also here that a lot of the intermarrying occurred. This was a very good thing as it paved the way to knew thinking. This all stopped when they sealed it off however, and then the rest of the magical community were forced to build up their own places…the school in France for example; or Durmstrang for that matter. The magical community was set back hundreds of years because of this."

"Why now and for that matter, if all record was purged, how is it that you know about this?"

"If the Elders are even considering removing all the blocks on the door and making it accessible once more, then it means they believe that the magical world…both magical worlds are in for a major shift…or rather could do with one and that having it opened again would be a major boon to all magical communities. As for how I know this…once I became the Charmed One's Whitelighter, I was given certain amounts of knowledge so that one day…if it came to pass, I would be able to explain all about this door and just what it would mean to be open. Never did I believe that this door would be opened, much less at the request of my Son."

The room was silent for a time, with no one moving. Everyone was simply content to move their eyes across all the other people in the room. This was apparently a big deal and at having learned all of this, just on the edge of an amazing graduation ceremony…some of them just needed a little time to process this. In the end, it was Sirius who broke the calm quiet that had descended around them. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in, and despite knowing…give or take a doubt or two…what Harry was going to ask of them, they are still going to have to wait for my official word, once I get back 'up there'. In the mean time…"

"Oh gosh, the Wiccaning. How could we have forgotten?" Piper said suddenly, catching on to the tail end of the comment Sirius was about to make. He inclined his head slightly and smiled.

"Oh, we haven't changed the girls yet, Harry. Where are their clothes?" Ginny asked, turning to face him. He smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I think there still in the entry-way. I'll go get them, you lot get ready up here."

And with that, he quickly made his way out of the attic and back down the stairs. He was just about to walk around the corner when a movement caught his attention. There, in his old bedroom, was one of his curtains fluttering in the breeze. He gave a small sigh and waved his hand and the window closed. He sighed contentedly, simply staring into his old room. It hadn't changed, his mother wouldn't allow it. She said he and Ginny needed a room when they came over to stay and since the bed had been a Queen size to begin with.

"You can't really say no to her can you?" Came a voice that caused Harry to jump, and spin around, ball of fire alight in the palm of his hand. He relaxed and the flame went out as soon as he saw who it had been.

"Ezekiel, what are you doing here…you nearly ended up a pile of ash."

Ezekiel chuckled. "My boy, it will take much more than a little fireball to take me out. As to what I am doing here, well, let's just say I wanted to check up on you one last time."

"Last time…am I not going to ever see you again? You're not dying…or whatever it is you do, are you?"

"No dear boy. I am simply going to go away for a while…a trip if you will. There are other things and other people to manage, who are in need of my assistance and quite frankly…I could do with a little vacation."

Harry smiled and directed the man to follow him down the stairs. "Didn't you just take a vacation when you stepped down and had Severus take over? In fact, I remember the 'Bon Voyage' diddy we had for you right before you left." He said as they came into the entryway.

"Dear boy, I left my vacation to be there when your two beautiful babies were born. I was also there for your graduation today. Not to mention the few times, you had to call me to ask something of me…or heck, have a pick-up game of Quidditch, in Spain no less…I'm not that young anymore."

"That was some game huh?! It was really nice to get away and have a little time to be normal…well what I think normal should look like, despite the politics involved when I go all across the world."

"You are doing an amazing job. There is no one else in this world…or universe for that matter could do a good a job as you've been doing, my boy. And besides, if from what I've heard from the Minister…you've done so much good for the Wizarding community and even then, they only know the half of it."

"When did you speak to Kingsley?" Harry asked.

"Not too long ago…in fact, it might have been less than ten minutes…"

"You old coot." Harry laughed.

"And that was after I met with young Draco to see how he was getting on as the Minister's second in command. Now there is another impressive young man. And to be honest Mr. Halliwell, I think we have you to thank for quite a bit of how he is now." At Harry's confused look, Ezekiel continued, "I shudder to think what might have happened if you hadn't uncovered the mystery set forth by his mother in regards to his sister, Luna."

"Oh, that was nothing…"

"Oh, by my boy, it was more than that. You reunited a family. And there is not great power than love. Those two have grown immensely close in these past five years. Though, it is good to see that she decided to retain the looks of her adoptive family." Harry nodded at this. After the battle, it had been found out, from Harry as he had learned of it in the past, that Luna's adoptive mother had performed an adoption ritual that effectively spliced her genetic make-up with that of Luna's so that she would be able to take upon the look of a Lovegood and not have any fear of being discovered…or rather her friend being found out by her husband. It was one of the few things that had seen her safe all these years. Harry had then pulled the siblings aside and asked if they wanted him to reverse the spell so that they could truly bond. In the end however, Draco ended up answering for her…and it had been the right answer to boot.

He had said that he didn't want Luna to cast aside all that made her who she was. And despite her looks, she was a Malfoy/Black, at heart. This had brought tears to his sister's eyes and it was at that moment that she pulled him into a huge hug…before she pulled back and showed them both, for the first time, the ring that was now on her left ring finger.

Harry smiled at the memory. "Yeah, well, despite all that stuff, I didn't do it for me."

"This is partly why you are so amazing and will continue to be amazing until you are no longer able to walk this Earth. What you are about to do is going to shape our world for many…many generations to come. You are going to be a legend Mr. Halliwell. In all my years, I haven't seen the magical world change and flourish this much since Arthur took his rightful place as King. It does this old man's heart proud."

Harry's eyes bugged out for a second, though it was a second that Ezekiel was going to exploit. With a wave of his hand, he summoned from the air next to him, a beautiful Staff that Harry was sure Ollivander would love pay just to look at from afar. "I believe," Ezekiel said as he made his way to the front door. "That what your beautiful bride is looking for is in front of the closet door underneath the stairs there." And as the man turned the handle and opened the door, he turned around to face Harry, a smile wide across his face.

"It is funny you know, that you yourself started out in a cupboard under the stairs…and just look at you now. Good luck my dear friend…we will, one day, meet again." with that said, Harry watched as the man who had sprung up from out of nowhere and into his life, walked out the door and seemed to go transparent, as though he were made of mist, which swiftly blew off into the wind…going who knows where.

Harry smiled again, and then after hearing a high-pitched laugh that he knew had come from Prudence, he darted over to where the bag lay that Ginny was waiting for. He looked forward to telling her about his chat with Ezekiel and how he, Harry, thought that this was the last time he was going to see the man…that is until he turned up again, but he was sure that it would be many, many years before that would happen. His mind back on Ezekiel, Harry turned his gaze once more towards the door. It was still open and moving gently back and forth as the light summer breeze blew through. He set the bag down and made his way over to the door. Just as he grabbed a hold of the handle, a breeze chose that moment to flow directly towards him. It was a nice breeze, which seemed to swallow him up, and take all his worries and cares away. He let go of the handle as the breeze ruffled his hair and whipped around him. He loved every second of it. And as soon as the wonderful wind came, it went, but it left something behind for him. It left him with a feeling of contentment that his life was just now getting ready to fall into a more normal place. He had a beautiful wife and two beautiful twin girls and he was sure that he and Ginny would have many more running around them in the coming years.

That he also had two amazing parents who loved him deeply made him smile and the chance to get to know them even more and on an adult level, this made it even better. And then were the many friends and family that he had acquired over the years. His mother's sisters, their husbands and their little ones. Then there were the Weasleys and all of the other people he had met while at school…in both worlds.

But no matter how much he loved his parents or his other friends, he couldn't be any happier than when he was with his two best friends and the love of his life. He, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had been through hell and back throughout their school years and while life is not perfect, and it sometimes hurt, they had each other. This was something that Harry would always be grateful for. Ezekiel had said it himself...that he, Harry, had started out in a cupboard under the stairs and though it was a long and winding road, it did bear fruit. And that fruit was his family. And what an amazing family that turned out to be.

Harry smiled as he looked out the open door, knowing that his life was indeed just beginning and he couldn't wait to see where it would take him. And so it was with a quick gesture of his hand, that he shut the door to the manor, to his true home. Not looking back, but to the bright future ahead of him and that of his family.

A/N: Well there you have it. The final installment of Harry Halliwell: A Destiny Revealed.

It has been six years to the day, since I started this story and to be quite honest...I couldn't have done it without all of you who took the time to read and review these many, long, and sometimes very short, 66 chapters. You lot made me want to continue on and tell the story that has taken four years shy of a decade to tell. Thank you all!

Also, another thank you to RoseMarieLynn who, as said above, has been in this for the long haul. She was always willing to contribute any ideas, writing scenes, asking me questions to get my brain moving in the direction it needed to when I got stuck...or just simply being there to listen to me rant about the story in general. She has been my rock through these last six years...I would also love to say that she and I have just celebrated out two year wedding anniversary four days ago! Like I said, she's been here for the long haul and I love her for it!

Now, as said above, this story is now over...however, I have left myself the possibility of a one-shot story that might could happen in the future. And I can guarantee that it would indeed be a one-shot. In case you are wondering, the one-shot would be centered around and be called..."The Door." but as I have no immediate plans to start this...it will likely be some time before this comes about. That being said, I would like to inform you about another story that is in the works, but no posting will be happening until I get a good few chapters stacked up.

While I can't tell you many of the details surrounding this story...I can tell you that I have been issued, and have accepted, a challenge, my first "readers challenge" from one of my readers...Storylover213. It is another Harry Potter story and while I am glad to give most of my characters a rest...it will be nice to pick a good chunk of them back up again!

Also, a quick reminder of the 'Deleted Scenes' story that I will also come out with at some point. Though at the moment, I think the characters of my Destiny Revealed story deserve some time off...!

Again, I just want to say how amazing it has been reading all of the reviews you all have given to me over the years and just how awesome it has been to be able to listen to you guys and girls who had some ideas that actually made this story better! It has been my privilege to write for you all and I look forward to doing so again in the future!

Now, as you know, in every season finale of Charmed, they end with a door closing...namely the Manor doors...(although season six of the show was the only one that ended with a pair of hospital doors closing as Piper had just had Chris and hadn't been taken home yet)

It with with great pleasure...and little sadness thrown in, that I close the doors of this story. Thank you again, everyone, for such an amazing season of my life!

For a final time...though definitely not for long!

Mudbloodpotter.