When Ginny woke up, Harry's hand beside hers was clammy. She squeezed it but received no response; heart beating faster, she checked his breathing.

He would never trick her; had in fact promised not to after the final battle against his earliest foe.

She knew he was dead.

She checked on her brother and her friend, his wife, and made the same discovery.

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Due to the Trio's ways, there were two funerals: a private family gathering and a grand public send-off.

The size of their family was large: Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Lupin, Black and even Dumbledore blood mixed, with many others besides, over five generations.

Their legacy was vast and had touched nations. Their achievements were well-noted in many books, though the only biography of the early years to be trusted was that of JK Rowling's seven set.

The coffins were lowered into the soil. Harry James Potter, 120 years young, was reunited with his parents and other family at last.

Ginny Potter stood watching as her brother and his wife's twin coffin joined her husbands.

For one year, her only true company was Harry's familiar, Pira.

But on the morning of the last day of summer, the golden phoenix rose alone.

When Ginny stepped off the express, Harry greeted her with open arms. Grinning, he took her to Hogwarts.

Introductions - and in some cases, re-introductions - were in order...

And after that...they had eternity.

Ta da! This is a story to accompany Chapter 28 of Living On.

Ugh. Exams…