Master of death and other useless titles
The war had ended, leaving behind a landscape scarred by loss and resilience. Hogwarts stood proud yet wounded, its halls echoing with both mourning and tentative hope. Amidst the rebuilding and healing, Harry Potter found himself restless, his mind grappling with the aftermath of years spent in battle.
"You know you can always come back Mr.Potter, Hogwarts will always be a home" Professor McGonagall well now Headmistress McGonagall said softly aproching Harry where he stood helping the others with rebuilding.
Hermione to no ones surprise chose to complete her 8th year and Ron followed her just so he could have one year where he wasn't potentially going to get murdered.
"I couldn't professor, I just don't think I can sit in these classrooms anymore without drowning in guilt of all the people who would've sat by me"
"You can't save everybody Mr.potter"
"Well I can beat my self up about it " Harry snorted, but it was sad sound "I'm just joking, I'm thinking of traveling , visiting places I could only dream of under the tender care of the Dursley's."
"I hope it gives you the peace you deserve Harry"
"Thank you professor"
One evening,many days later as twilight painted the sky in hues of purple and gold, Harry found himself wandering into the Forbidden Forest, seeking solace among the ancient trees that had witnessed so much.He had wanted to leave for his travel as soon as possible couldn't bear looking at the war torn buildings and the somber silence that hung all through the British wizarding world any longer.But felt the need to to visit Hogwarts one last timr before he left.
He walked deeper, his thoughts drifting until he found himself in a clearing bathed in moonlight. There, standing before him, was a figure unlike any he had ever seen.He looked Human well if a human was gorgeous as fuck with pale blond hair and skin so white that it almost looked translucent.The figure was clad in a very fine and fitted black suit which made the person's body look gorgeous all muscles and long legs but the fabric of which seemed to shimmer like star light.
And finally after ogling him for a solid minute and half he met the persons eyes and they were the most gorgeous shade of purple he had ever seen like belladonna.
"Hello harry"