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      A Boy of Many Thoughts
      Category: Books » Harry Potter  Censor:  PG   Genre:  Romance/Angst   
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A Boy of Many Thoughts
By: Lily Pad
Author's Note- Graduation, the final step. Harry has just come back from the 
last battle with Voldemort and hasn't spoken for months. This is a different 
sort of story, and it's definitely Not one of my favs. It's kind of a thoughtful 
one and there's a bit of romance… Blah I hate these things…. And my computers 
being messed so my grammar and spell-checker wont work.
Disclaimer- I don't own the setting, nor the characters… their JK's.
The sky was painted a baby blue, and no clouds tainted the lovely weather on 
that first day of June. The birds sat in their trees and sang to each other and 
even the Forbidden Forest seemed at peace. All the students of Hogwarts looked 
longingly from their class room windows, each wishing more than the next to be 
running by the pond or sitting in the cool grass. All except for the seventh 
year students though. Each of them was busy getting ready to head home the next 
day, for they were graduating that night, and needed to pack. 
It was early and the seventh year students were slowing finishing last minute 
pack and getting the stuff they would need for the night laid out carefully on 
their beds. The mood was rather sad, even though in the long run of things, they 
had finally come out successful. In more than one way; in love, wars of the 
years, friendship, not just school.
A black haired man sat by the window in the little oval room. He was dressed in 
jeans, a red dress shirt, and as usual the regular black robes of the school. He 
had finished packing the night before and now sat in thought. This wasn't odd 
for him though, even though he was admired by so many, they thought him quite 
odd now. He took of his glasses and his green eyes squinted in the light. He 
cleaned them off and placed them back on his face. A hand fell on his shoulders.
A tall young man with short, spiked orange hair stood behind him and he too 
stared out the window. He didn't understand his friend; he knew not what he 
thought. He did not even know the sound of his voice anymore, for all he did now 
was think. He thought maybe more than once he got lost up there, in his mind, or 
that after what he saw, he realized something that we have all failed to see. 
All the girls giggled and cried and talked about their dresses as they packed. 
She was the responsible one though; she was done packing and now writing down 
her thoughts in her journal. Her bushy brown hair got in her eyes and she 
brushed it aside with the tip of her lavender quill revealing her perfect 
complexion. 
I haven't heard him speak for a whole month. The pain he must have seen, felt, 
and endured must have been unbearable, and to think he did it to save us all… I 
cry sometimes because I could have helped, but I'm too weak. Or was. One curse 
and I fell grabbing my insides. Yet he just stood there and endured it while I 
passed out. What did he see, what happened that made him mute? Or is he mute? 
Ron has said that one can only endure so much and then get lost. Mentally. But 
Harry's not like that is he? I guess my thoughts are so muddled right now this 
all sounds so weird.. But I can't help it… this whole situation is weird. 
I feel so bad for Ginny too, how hard it must be to have the one you love not 
talking to you, not to hear those three small words every once in awhile… Yet 
she never leaves his side if she can help it, not once. She has sat in on our 
classes even… I can't begin to imagine her grief, I have Ron, and I can't bare 
to think of what life would be like without him now… 
And to think, this m graduation night! I have passed up being head girl, as 
school is no longer my first love. That has gone to my friends. I wish Harry 
could say good-bye, to dance with me or Parvati or even Cho Chang, and not look 
like he was lost. I wish I could let him no he was okay now…
The Great Hall was decorated with all the hangings of the school. Purples, 
greens, silvers, golds, reds, blues, yellows, and symbols of all the houses. The 
tables were laid with crystal glasses and platters and plates. Candles were 
actually on the table and the ceiling/sky shown dimly with magnificent stars. 
The head table was filled with teachers, some old some new. Professor McGonagall 
filled the head seat, for Dumbledor had passed away in old age, and the end seat 
seemed rather bare with out the smiling face of the old games keeper, Rubeous 
Hagrid who had fallen two years ago on a voyage to the giants. Even the daily 
tormentor Snape was missed among the students. He too fell into the hands of He 
Who Must Not be Named when discovered a spy.
The tables were all combined; there were no rival houses anymore. They had come 
together for this glorious feast. Still, each house members dressed in their 
colors. Most of the Gryffindor girls in red, and the boys with black robes and 
gold ties; the Ravenclaws done up in blue; the Slytherine girls dressed in 
silver and the boys with green ties; and the Hufflepuffs in daisy yellow. All 
laughed and carried on, there was so much to be happy about. The threat of death 
was over; they were graduating and moving on, some getting married, and jobs 
being offered.
Yet still the young man with the black hair sat at the window sill, changed in 
to black robes with a red tie, but still sitting starring. He blinked once or 
twice, as if he was realizing where he was. He always knew of course, but he 
realized why he had been sitting there, starring at the green grass and the 
lake. So he kept starring, now content with the answer he had somehow received.
"Harry?" someone questioned him, "Are you coming down to the feast?" 'The boy 
with the orange hair was back again. What was his name? Oh yes, I remember now, 
Ron, my best friend…' it was like waking up from a dream for him.
He nodded and got up walking down the stairs were a young red head awaited him. 
He gave her his arm and in silence they walked down to the feast. 'It's 
amazing,' Ron thought, 'how much good my little sister can do sometimes.'
"Ron? Ron is that you?" shouted the brown haired girl from the bottom of the 
stair well.
"Yeah Herms, it's me! I'm coming." Ron said running down the stairs and fixing 
his gold tie as he did so. "Wow," he said as he reached the landing, "You look 
beautiful. And this time your mine to enjoy."
Hermione Granger stood in the delicate light; her perfect face and makeup 
matching her shimmering red spaghetti strapped dress. Her hair was dotted with 
little roses and was pulled up in magnificent bun with a few pieces in front of 
her face. She blushed and smiled her thanks and took his arm and walked down 
stairs to the feast.
When all the teachers were sure every graduate was present, the meal was 
started. Turkeys, pastas, steaks, rolls of all different types, pumpkin juice, 
and the deserts! There were sherbets and ice creams of all kinds, fudge, cakes 
upon cakes, and wizard crackers. Everyone laughed and carried on having a great 
time. But soon, stomachs were filled and everyone was full and content, and 
ready for the after dinner party.
Eventually, the food disappeared and beautiful female voices drifted from some 
where behind a current and the tables were suddenly cleared away. The curtain 
was raised and a favorite band among the students appeared. Loud cheers went up 
for the Weird Sisters and the dance was started. 
The famous couples danced and secrets were shared. The final, "I have to tell 
you something's" or the "I love you, you know that right?" Kisses and hugs went 
around and doubled back for more. Enemies danced and laughed with each other; 
and some were sorry, because their enemy, as much as they could be hated, had 
died, and no one deserves that fate at so young. 
"Harry? Come dance with me?" The red head grabbed his hand and he followed 
willingly. It was the last dance, she knew he would. He put his hands around her 
waist and drew her close, and she laid her head on his shoulder. This was her 
last year with him. Getting to see him everyday and waving to him in the halls… 
He was done here; she still had a year. "No matter." She thought to herself, 
"I'm here with him now, then there's always holidays and owl post." So they 
danced on; Ginny with her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, and Harry holding 
her close, her dream forever. The dance ended, and he kissed her. "I love you, 
never forget me, I'll come back someday." 
It was the first time in a month she had heard his sweet voice, the first time 
he had said those three sweet words… but what did he mean? Don’t forget me? I'll 
come back someday?
"I lover you, did you know that." He whispered as he held her tight, as if he 
let her go she would fall and shatter. "I know, and I love you too." She 
whispered back to him, kissing him lightly. They continued to dance and their 
song came on and he sang it to her. 
"It’s a wonder how time flies around here, on little wings of gold. Day by day 
our friendships have evolved and I love you more and more. I will take my arms, 
and hold safe from drowning in times ever winding gears, I will never lose or 
forget you, even if I'm gone. You were once just the childish kid who helped me 
on my way but then on eagles' wings we soared and I actually found my way. And 
we will be together forever, in dreams across seas and until death do us apart… 
Because I will take you in my arms, and hold safe from drowning in times ever 
winding gears, I will never lose or forget you even if I'm gone. Even if I'm 
gone…"
"Oh Ron…"
"I love you Hermione."
The last dance ended and chairs magically appeared for them to sit on and the 
awards ceremony began. Hermione Granger was awarded the greatest honor Hogwarts 
can bestow upon a student, The Magical Masters award. Neville Longbottom 
received the herbology award, and Hermione also won the transfiguration award. 
Harry Potter was given the sports award, which he excepted dully as the group 
cheered. 
Finally, all the awards had been handed out and Prof. McGonagall got up to 
address the graduates. "Dear students. How I've watched you all grow, how I have 
seen you excel at subjects; the troubles you went through, the tiring detentions 
for the fights and nighttime trips. Oh the times we've had the grief we've 
shared! When you leave this place for the world, may keep excelling, and may you 
find your true love, Good luck to you all." And she stepped down. Everyone 
stared at each other. What was this? So short a speech, it was over… but someone 
walked up to the platform and cleared his throat. 
The boy with the black hair stood in his black robes and red tie on the platform 
starring at all his fellow peers with his intense green eyes. "You all know me, 
but I'll introduce myself any ways. My name is Harry Potter. I'll tell you a bit 
about myself too, even though you know my story." The crowd sat awed, 
speechless, and listen intently, for it was the first time in awhile since they 
had heard speak.
"I was orphaned at the age of one because of Lord Voldemort. I was sent to live 
with muggles, and was known around the world from that point on, famous for 
something I can't remember… for this scar on my forehead." He lifted the fringe 
of his hair to show the lighting shaped scar and continued on, "From that point 
on I was known as the boy who lived. On my eleventh birthday, a dearly departed 
friend brought me here, and gave me hope, something to be happy for. Here, 
Hogwarts, is where I met the best friends of my life, and the girl of my dreams. 
Still, nothing gets better before it gets worse. Voldemort was still out there… 
You know that journey. The threat is over now though… He's gone." He stared at 
them all, stunned as they were, he knew they were listening.
"You've looked at me differently all my life, more so in the past month. But I 
want to extend a great thank-you to those who tried to fight with me, even 
though you fell. That was meant to be you shouldn't have had to do what I did. 
It was only me that could do so." The crowd waited anxiously to hear how he 
defeated the Dark Lord… "Get on with Harry." Some whispered in the crowd. 
"All I can say to you, is that one who knows only hate, knows no love, can only 
be killed by love, more anger and hate will make it stronger. So, I would like 
to say sorry to those I have ever held a grudge to, or had the utmost anger and 
hate towards. Dear, dear friends, never hate someone, it is to commit murder if 
you do. With that, I hope you will all remember me. I need time, time to go and 
grieve. Time to heal from the things evil has spoken to me, the lies he told. 
Love is dear, hold fast your dreams."
And with that the boy who lived, loved by all, Harry Potter, aparated from the 
stage as a huge round of applause went up from the crowd. Ginny clapped a little 
but then threw herself on her brother and wept, but she knew he'd come back. For 
now, he lived in memories.
Now, 2 years later, I'm still waiting for him. Yes, I'm Ginny Weasley, still 
hoping to become Mrs. Potter. I don't know where he went or when he'll come 
back. I just hope he found what he was looking for; the peace he needed. I know 
we all do.
Far away the black haired man sat with by four tombstones. They read off, Lily 
Potter, James Potter, Rubeous Hagrid, and Albus Dumbledor. He laid a rose at the 
foot of each one and stood there, his cloak and hair blowing in the winds. Peace 
seemed to linger on his lips and the anger he had harbored for so long was 
blowing away with the winds. 
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