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Tears fell down his pale face as he looked upon the dead who lay peacefully before him. Harry Potter stood in the antechamber of the Great Hall in Hogwarts, listening to the living families of those who had died now celebrating the death of Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the dawning of a new era of peace.
But peace did not seem to come for Harry. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was the screams of those who had died, the haunting laughter of their torturers and the whispers of those who had needed him most. He could barely sleep, barely eat with some haunting reminder of what had just happened. He was so tired - mind, body and soul and anyone who looked at him could see it in his eyes.
Harry fell to knees and grasped Remus's cold, lifeless hand and lifted it to his face, before looking up at the last reminder of his family and the others that surrounded him. He still couldn't believe the amount of death and destruction that had befallen the Wizarding World - all for one man's need to have power and control.
"Some saviour I am," he whispered sadly, more crystal tears falling down his face as he continued to look upon the pale faces of Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin, Severus Snape and Fred Weasley.
So much death and destruction has happened during his eighteen years of life. All because of a prophecy and "the greater good". All he had ever wanted was to be just Harry and have a normal life and a normal family, but now with his family gone and his past haunting him more and more everyday that would never happen.
As the tears continued to fall down his face, the door behind him opened. He instinctively reacted, jumping to his feet, drawing his wand and pointing it at the intruder, ready to cast a spell only to see the sad and withdrawn form of George Weasley.
George jumped at the wand that was suddenly shoved in his face. He gasped, his hand reached up to clutch at his chest.
"For Merlin's sake Harry, are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack? At least make a noise when you move," George cried, his heart racing in his chest, "Otherwise I will be attaching a bell to you!"
Harry sighed before wiping the tears away from his face, "Sorry George, constant vigilance and all that jazz. I wish it wasn't a case of instinct, I am so tired of fighting."
George nodded in understanding at the raven-haired boy. George walked slowly towards Fred, almost as if he was trying to stop himself from believing that his twin was no longer with him. The redhead sat by his brother's side, playing with the red hair, brushing it away from his face.
"I wish it wasn't real too Harry. I doesn't even seem real that he will not be by my side anymore. I want him so badly to just jump and say SURPRISE and laugh like it is all a big joke, but now that I seem him again, I know that it is not possible. I feel like I'm in a nightmare that I can't wake up from," George whispered, "I know that it isn't what he would want for me but I don't think I can live in this world without him."
Harry's emerald eyes widened with shock at the prankster's words. The once lively and joyful boy was now a walking corpse without his twin by his side. It was a mirror image of his own haunted soul.
"George . . ." Harry whispered, bringing him into a hug, "You are not alone."
They both cried until no more tears would follow. Their sadness and despair echoed between each other. Looking up, Harry stared into George's tired eyes. What they need was a way for them both to disappear into nothingness without pain. A way they could end it all with a peaceful death.
Harry blinked, a veil lifting from his eyes as an idea sparked to mind. Harry grabbed George's hand and dragged him out of the antechamber and away from the crowds still in the Main Hall.
"Harry, where are we going?" George asked, even though he was still following Harry.
Harry was about to answer as they were beginning to reach the Front Doors, only halt at the young fay-like woman leaning against them.
"Luna!" Harry called, surprised to see his friend waiting for him.
Luna tilted her head as if listening to other voice speaking to her, nodded to herself then acknowledged to the two men.
"Harry," Luna said softly, her eyes looking at them knowingly, "The Nargles have told me that you have decided to leave us."
Harry looked down guiltily, remembering all those they would be leaving behind.
"Luna, I- " he started.
Luna tapped Harry on the head softly with one finger, making him pause slightly.
"Harry. It's okay. You've already done so much for us, and asked for nothing in return. You deserve your peace," Luna stated, lifting his chin up to look him in the eyes.
"I'll miss you," he whispered.
"As we will miss you," Luna said, looking at both of them, "We will miss the both of you. But your happiness is not here, the Valar have shown me that."
Harry looked at her strangely before shrugging. It was just Luna being Luna again and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The Front Doors opened all on there own, as if it was Hogwarts own way of saying thank you and goodbye. The sun could be seen rising over the Forbidden Forrest, revealing the dawning of a new day as Luna waved goodbye to Harry and George. Luna smiled, still waving even as the two passed the wards around Hogwarts.
"Your Destined better take care of you both or I will cross the Veil myself and hex them into oblivion," she whispered her oath to the wind as she took in her last glances of the two wizards before apparating away.
"May Morgana guide you both." **
~*~*~*~ The Crossing Of Worlds ~*~*~*~
The duo slowly strode through the dark halls of the cold, haunting 'Ministry of Magic' until they reached the doors to the Department of Mysteries. George was following Harry's lead blindly, knowing that the young raven-haired boy wouldn't lead him astray like they once would have.
Harry pushed open a door to reveal the haunting and looming form of the 'Veil of Death' that lay behind its borders. George gasped at what Harry had planned, yet he couldn't help but nod at the ingenuity behind it.
A peaceful death, no gore and no body to find to lead others towards this spot. Just like Sirius had.
"It's kind of sad that all my life has lead to this moment," Harry whispered, "Knowing that I would willing come and kill myself here, even though my parents and everyone else sacrificed their lives so I could live,"
"This was not the life they wanted for you Harry, you know that. They died hoping you would live to have a normal and happy life," George stated, grabbing Harry's shoulder, "James and Lily have probably been rolling in their graves knowing all this has happened to you."
Harry looked back at him with watery emerald eyes and smiled sadly at him, "Thanks George."
The whispers of the voices in the Veil seemed to call to them, whispering for them to come closer. George turned to look at Harry, sapphire meeting emerald.
"No regrets?" George asked, holding out his hand.
Harry smiled sadly and nodded, taking George's hand in his, preparing to walk together through the Veil, "No regrets."
The two friends walked forwards, the looming silver Veil before them warping softly as they strode through the Veil and darkness fell upon them, leading them to their peace they desired.
~*~*~*~ The Crossing Of Worlds ~*~*~*~
Harry blinked his eyes open to see the sun falling down on him from the amongst the flourishing green treetops. He winced at the brightness that loomed above; he put his hand over his eyes, only to realise he wasn't wearing his glasses.
In shock, he sat up, his eyes searching.
A forest of ever-glowing green surrounded him, but the glade in which he sat was almost like it had been grown for a purpose, as a pedestal of white stone lay amongst the foundations of the glade.
Harry's eyes found the waking form of George beside him, who sat up in an instant to take in his surroundings.
"Harry, where are we? Aren't we dead?" George whispered.
"No you are not dead," an ethereal voice said, echoing through the hidden glade.
Instinct drove Harry to grab his wand, only to find that he no longer possessed it.
A woman of tall stature stood before them in a halo of light. She wore a shimmering white gown, that rivalled the glowing colour of her long hair. The long blonde tresses of hair floated in the air, framing her deep blue eyes that looked down on them knowingly. Her very presence seemed to soothe their weary hearts.
"Greetings Harry, son of James, and to you George, son of Arthur. Welcome to the Kingdom of Lothlórien. I am Galadriel, Guardian of this land," Galadriel greeted.
"Wow!" George whispered, staring widely at Galadriel, a bit of drool escaping his mouth.
Harry groaned before smacking George on the back of the head, "Pervert!"
George rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "What can I say, I appreciate the finer beauty in life."
A chuckle echoed from behind them.
"Oh dear Brother, how I have missed your humour."
Harry and George stiffened at the familiar voice behind them, they turned around to gasp, tears began to cascade down their faces.
"Is this real?" Harry whispered.
"What does your heart tell you?" Galadriel stated, resting a hand on the young man's shoulder.
Harry leapt up, rushing into the two sets of arms that surrounded as he crashed into their bodies.
"Sirius! Severus!"
Sirius and Severus chuckled at the outburst from Harry, surrounding the young man in their arms, using to calm him down.
"Hush Harry. All is well now, we are together again," Sirius whispered into Harry's ear, petting his hair reassuringly.
Harry just squeezed the two men tighter, not wanting to let them go or out of his sight.
His emerald eyes wandered over to the Twins, only for them to widen in shock and for a blush to rise to his pale face.
George and Fred were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing each other like their life depended on it. Harry could see that George was clinging to his Twin desperately, not seeming to let go of him anytime soon.
A slight cough from behind them bought them all back to reality; they all turned to see Galadriel smiling.
"I see the Valar chose wisely, as always, to bring you all to our World. Your crossing was destined to happen as your soul-mates were born in this world. But for now, we must being to prepare you for the next step in your journeys. Come, we have much to do and little time to truly prepare you for what is to come."