Summary: Three years later, and everyone has found their ending. Except Harry. And he soon realizes that his life has another twist to introduce. Or rather, his death does.

Lower London

"You okay, Harry?" Ron sits across from him, enjoying a dinner he prepared for him with Hermione off to an international conference in India of all places, and Ron unable to cook without imitating Neville in Potions Class before his Herbology Mastery classes.

"'m fine." Harry responds with his mouth half-full of food, and not at all bashful. He swallows quickly. "Just a few things going on that I need to figure out." His fork scrapes across the plate when it misses a pea he intends to spear.

"Have you put more thought to being an Auror with me?" Ron was one of the most disappointed at his choice to abstain from entering the workforce straightaway, but their bond hasn't lessened in the slightest. He was also the most supportive to finding something that made him happy.

"Nah," At the slightly disappointed look, Harry continues, "but I hear you don't need my help out there, Mister Weasley, or is that Mister Spellslinger now?" Ron pinks around the ears at the monikers, but smiles proudly if not a bit shyly. There's no sign of overt pride, but a sense of duty communicated in his gaze.

"I just did what I had to do. My partner was going to be pinned down with an Avada from one of those bastards, and I wasn't going to let that happen. Not again."

There's a look shared between them, and Harry is again reminded that the reason he's never left alone for more than a few days is because of the fear that he'll fall out of sight again. He doesn't try to remind them that the first time he willfully accepted an Avada Kedavra to the chest for the sake of those he cares about would be the last, because given his luck, which seems to be returning from its vacation, that's as certain as his not stumbling upon some trouble that comes seeking him out. Which is certainly not certain.

"So," Ron continues, "What's up now? Some ancient secret needs decoding? Merlin's soggy underpants need some restoring to their rightful place in some ancient chamber?" Harry tries to withold a jolt of laughter, but fails, and laughs out loud, loudly, as he delivers his answer,

"Just life. I'm trying to figure something out about life."

He thinks about Dumbledore, on to his next adventure as his body lays in a tomb that's been broken into twice. He thinks about Fred, his mother, and all the other dead he sees walking about as if they were alive. He thinks about the Elder Wand and its string of murders and deceit. And, finally, he thinks of fate and where it has led him so far. Where it is leading him to.

And isn't that a laughing matter.

"So I'm going to head out and visit Luna."

A/N: So, geez, the guy is finally going to visit Luna. And some things shall be hinted in further in an obtuse manner. A la Luna.

Explanations: Basically I don't have a DS anymore, and College was very crushing, so this was put way far back on the backburner. I still have notes about where to go from here, and I guess I'll depend on the internet and Youtube for help. I'm also contemplating restructuring this so it isn't has go with flow, go-back-and-forthy. What do you think?