Harry, in his late 40's, balding, overweight, and out of work, cracked open a can of Old Milwaukee, set his feet up on the coffee table, turned the tube to the Game, and was a little bummed, as it was Baseball, and he had been looking forward to Nascar .
Harry Potter... the boy who lived... had finally defeated Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and free'd the wizarding world from a terror the muggle world would never fathom. And so, in achieving such a great feat, Harry was able to concentrate on his passion... Quidditch. And now, he would no longer be known only as the boy with the scar.
:::>^..^<::: ~*~The Journey is more important than the end or the start~*~ :::>^..^<:::
Ginny sat reading to her son that quiet night. She told him the story of how his father had defeated Lord Voldemort. "and James, I know it has to be a hard story to believe, but it is true. You father did defeat Voldemort. He was the boy who lived, and now it is all over. Evil has lost, and nothing remains of Voldemort. Not even the scar."
Draco had helped Harry and fought against the Death Eaters. Harry killed Voldemort, but in the ensuing struggle, Draco had sustained a bite to his left buttock from Nagini. As Draco stood there rubbing his sore cheek, Harry said "I'll bet that is going to leave a scar".
05-27-2006 11:33 PM
And their son was named after Harry's father. 
You know me. I just want that happy ending.
Now THERE'S an ending!!! 
