Book Seven 3/4 (like platform 9 ¾)

Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, and I did own Harry Potter, then I would have written another book. But as it is, I'm a poor teenage girl without having a hope of being J.K.R. or owning Harry Potter. (But I can dream, can't I???)

P.S. The first line is J.K.'s too. I'm just borrowing all words, from either J.K. or the English language. ;-)

Other disclaimers: I own nothing of J.K. Rowling's creation, no profit or money of pay is being made off of this story, or anything else written with my name on it belonging to Ms. Rowling's. I also do not own a penny of Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide.

A/N: I know that I got McGonagal(l)'s name wrong, but in my defense I didn't have the book with me at the time of writing this, so please ignore that mistake.

Chapter one: Reuniting

"Besides, I think I've had enough trouble for a life time."(- Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.)

Dumbledore smiled. "I think you are the person who can say that with most meaning Harry." He said wisely. The trio and several portraits laughed.

At that moment, the current Headmistress entered the door, and smiled, genuinely, probably the strongest Harry had seen since they won the Quidditch Cup.

"Hello, Potter, Weasley, Granger… Albus. How are you?" She was talking to all four of them. Apparently, she had not seen Dumbledore since she had seen the Trio; she had tears in her eyes. But it became apparent that the tears were not only meant for them after a few moments, as she looked around and whispered, "I always wished I could rule here. Alas, some things just weren't meant to be…"

Harry exchanged looks with the other two, they mirrored his startled looks. Hermione found her voice first. "What do you mean Professor?" Dumbledore was quiet with an unreadable face, yet a twinkle in his eyes, through all of this.

McGonagal looked up, rather startled, "Well, the castle is destroyed beyond repair…the war may be over, but Hogwarts as we know it, most certainly is." She gave a sad sigh. That, plus the look that she gave the office, did it; everything clicked suddenly.

As he glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded, smiling, Harry said, "Can I just try something first Professor? Please?"

He could see several thoughts forming in McGonagal's head, her brows frowned. Repairing the school is impossible, but, she reminded herself, Potter has done the impossible before now… Convincing herself, she said aloud, "Very well Potter, do whatever you need to. Do you need anything from me?"

Harry thought for a moment, and then said, "Whenever it's convenient, could you evacuate the school? I'm not sure if this'll work or not; I'm not that powerful…"

Dumbledore was the only one that didn't frown in confusion; he was the only one besides Harry that knew what was going on. "Harry, I think you'll find that help will always be given at Hogwarts, to those who ask for it." That was what he said aloud, but when he and Harry met eyes, many more unspoken words were transferred between them.

Even though she was very confused, McGonagall said, "Yes, well, Harry, when would you like for the school to be evacuated? How long?"

"Whenever it's convenient. This can wait, I think." Harry responded

"Very well. I think there is a Feast this evening, so if it can wait until tomorrow, you are welcomed to stay the night in you Gryffindor dorms." She had a note of pride in her voice at the last words.

…

About twenty minutes later, Harry, Ron and Hermione descended the spiral staircase after saying good-bye to their former and now current Heads. Harry felt he was getting more and more tired by the second. He actually swayed when they stood still; luckily Ron and Hermione caught him before he fell. "Sorry," he muttered, "I'm just really tired."

"Yeah," and it was a sign that everything was going to be okay when Ron said the next few words, "Defeating an evil Dark Lord can do that to yah, believe me, I know. I reckon you're allowed to go to sleep, though, mate."

"You really should get some rest, Harry. You must be exhausted." Hermione said seriously after they stopped laughing.

"Yeah, but I'm hungry too. God, Ron, you're starting to rub off on me." They laughed again; several people milling in the corridor with red, tear-stained eyes glared at them and they instantly faltered, instead spending the rest of the way to the Gryffindor common room in solemn silence. Until Harry decided to tell them.

"Hey guys? You know how when you're about to die your life is supposed to flash through your eyes?" They both nodded, looking startled. "Well, when I was down there, thinking that I was going to die, you know what I realized my happiest memory was?" His best friends shook their heads. Harry grinned, "That one time that we walked away from fear and despair, and walked on to a better life, with all worries left behind us?" Blank shock formed on Ron's face, but Hermione seemed to get it, because she smiled comfortingly.

"Uh, Harry, that never happened." Ron looked worried about him. Harry just laughed, "What I mean Ron, is this moment." He locked arms with his two best friends and walked on with his head held high. Ron and Hermione smiled at each other, and began muttering, "dun, dun-dun, duh, duh, duh-dud-dun, duh!" louder and louder.

Despite being desperately tired, the trio headed toward empty armchairs by the fire. Harry was so tired he didn't notice that they were not alone, or that Ron and Hermione did notice, and stopped walking. But as the figure in the corner winked at them, Hermione nodded back, elbowed Ron to make him be quiet, and said, "It's a weird feeling, isn't it? The war's over."

Harry laughed, he was sitting down on a chair by the fire, not noticing anything weird going on. "I know. Wow, the war's over. It's funny, I've only planned my life out this far, but now I'm lost, and I have no back ups. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?" She saw her chance. Rising from her seat, she beaconed for her friends to leave, and they did so, Hermione pulling Ron along.

"I'll tell you what you're going to do Harry James Potter." Finally speaking, Ginny took a few steps closer to Harry, whose mouth was opened slightly. "You are going to apologize to everyone for giving us such as scare. You are going to start enjoying life, because whether you feel like you do or not, you deserve it. You are going to beg me to take you back (promising me that you'll never leave me again) I will say yes, and we will spend the rest of our lives together. But before any of that… You are going to kiss me, Harry Potter." She was standing in front of him by this point, her arms wrapped around his neck; he felt his arms wrap around her waist.

Suddenly, something amazing happened. He forgot about everything; all of the murders, and tortures, and fiascos that he and everyone around him had ever gone through. All he could think about was the girl-no, woman standing here before him. As soon as she said, "Potter", Harry did exactly as he was told.

It lasted an eternity, even after they pulled away, he could still feel it on his lips. Even though he didn't know it then, but many, many years later as he closed his eyes for the last time, it was that kiss he had been thinking about, whom he was sharing it with…

The kiss wasn't hot and fast, but sweet and slow, although none less passionate; they were putting everything they had into it, all the love they had and more.

Blindly Harry realized that he wasn't feeling dizzy just because of how overwhelming it all was (although that was most contribution) but from need of oxygen. Slowly and regrettably once he had done it, he pulled out of the kiss, resting his forehead on hers, their noses touching, breathing heavily. He realized at that moment just how hard he fell in love with her. Nothing he could put into words could express the emotions going through his head, so he said the only thing he could think of, "I'm so sorry, Ginny. It doesn't even seem like enough anymore, I just need to say it. I-"

"You talk too much." She stated simply. Harry was about to express his annoyance; He had finally plucked up the courage to tell her how he felt, and then she goes and interrupts him. But his aggravation vanished on the spot as she kissed him again.

- That is supposed to be the theme song to Ned's declassified school survival guide (which I own nothing to). I've always had that song stuck in my head cuz it's so catchy, and I think they need it. You will see this again…I think…

A/N: Read and Review. I'm trying to decide if i should play this game, so a review is very much appreciated.