Now that it was over Harry felt differently. And he expected to. "He is dead." Kept running through his head. "Voldemort is dead."
The castle of Hogwarts was in ruins, and there were so many wounded. So so many. But inside Harry there was both an aching and a numbness. Aching for Professor Lupin and Tonks. An aching for George and so many other of his friends from school that were no longer here. He walked among them, grasping a hand here, saying an encouraging word there.
People who he saw looking at him, smiled and looked away. There was an overriding sadness to the interactions. People were elated to know that Voldemort was gone, and elated that Harry had lived. But there was so much loss of life, of so many precious friends that it was hard to sustain happiness. That, and Harry was still, and again, the focal point both the sad and happy feelings. Even gone, Voldemort would leave his mark upon everyone and every life that he had touched.
Harry started to leave the great hall again to escape the jumble of feelings, when there was a hand on my shoulder. "Where do you think you are going Potter?" demanded Madam Pomfrey. "You need healing as well before you head off again."
'No. Please." Harry objected. "There are so many others that need so much more than me."
"You only get to be a martyr once per day." She said sternly, but there was a smile at the edges of her mouth. "Come over here and sit down with the others."
Harry did as instructed feeling a bit fraudulent as his injuries were not serous. Ron was brought over and he sat next to him. Ginny and Hermione where given jobs tending to injuries that required more skill.
"How are you doing Mate?" Ron asked. "You look like someone stole you broom, not like someone that just defeated Voldemort."
"Actually Ron, I think I look exactly like someone that just fought Voldemort."
"I suppose you're right." He looked around at the debris. "You wouldn't think to look at it, but this isn't the first time Hogwarts has been nearly destroyed."
"What?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"I do read." Ron objected, and then conceded to Harry's expression of disbelief. "Right, Hermione was telling me about it. Honestly we have to read 'Hogwarts a History' or she is going to keep this up forever."
Ginny and Hermione were led over in tow by Madam Pomfrey "Okay boys, I want you to each drink some of this with each meal for the next few days." She said handing us both a bottle of Wizard Whisker's Restorative. "I have instructed Ginny and Hermione both on what to so if you present any adverse reactions."
"Reactions?" Harry asked.
"Never mind about that now." She hushed. "We need to get those with minor wounds out of the way so that we can care for the more serious cases. Do you four feel strong enough to apperate?" We nodded. "Well then off to the bridge. Mr. Weasley asks that you all go to his home. There will be some funerals to prepare for once people are feeling better and are strong enough to help out."
We headed to the remains of the bridge that Nevil and Seamus had destroyed. Harry held out his hand, and Ginny, Hermione and Ron placed their hands on top of his. Then he tightened his gut to keep from being ill and pushed the spell into his mind to apperate.
And nothing happened. He felt a little tingly in his hands, but that was all.
"Whats up mate?" Ron asked, at the same time Hermione said, "Harry, is something wrong?"
"I dunno. Just tired I guess." Harry answered. "Ron, will you do it."
"No problem." He said or started to. The apperation charm cut of the end of his sentence as we vanished and reappeared in the garden of the borough.
The damage was extensive.
The tent that had been erected for the Bill and Fluer's wedding was still there. No one had tried to remove it. But instead of floating in the air it was in shreds. Parts of it were wrapped around trees and generally making a huge mess out of what would otherwise have been a huge mess.
The lawn and garden looked as if a giant had lifted up the house and tried to shake the contents out. And the house had that look about it as well. Every window was broken, the door was missing, and there were extra holes in the wall and roof.
We all stood there a moment looking at the wreckage. Harry looked down and saw a garden gnome. It wasn't moving. Hermione followed his stare and gasped.
"Blimey!" Exclaimed Ron. "They even petrified the gnomes." He looked ill. "They're a bloody nuisance but to attack them is just, wrong."
Hermione knelt down and taped the motionless gnome and said, "Finite Incantatem." Releasing the gnome from the curse.
The gnome was so grateful that it spat at her and then dove under the ivy vines to escape.
"There's gratitude." Observed Ron both disgusted and amused.
"Poor little creatures." Said Hermione as she moved to another gnome to free. "Trapped for maybe weeks. No wonder they are distrustful of wizards."
Ron, Ginny and Harry left her to her mission of mercy and moved to the house. Bill stuck his head out of a hole in the kitchen wall as they approached. "Hello Harry." And then to Ron, "About time you showed up to help out."
"About time?" Ron said incredulous. "Hogwarts is still smoking, but somehow we are tardy coming home?"
"There's loads to do if we want to have places to sleep for the family tonight." Bill continued ignoring Ron's outburst. "Mum and Dad will be wanting us all back together tonight and we don't want them coming home to this."
Ron and Harry entered the kitchen that was a surprising mess considering how much of what should have been there was out in the garden. Fleur appeared from the other room with cauldron and and arm full of vials. Ginny pushed her way over and cleared a spot near the stove for her to deposit her load.
"Right," continued Bill. "Harry, Ron, follow me." And he turned and headed into the house. Ron gave Harry a tired look and both followed.
"Okay boys, we are going to get a lot of work out of a simple spell." Then with a flick of his wand he shouted. "Reparo!" The half dismembered sofa righted itself. Its stuffing pulled itself back into place and the rips in the fabric rewove into the previously warn pattern.
"As you know there are some items that require specific additions to the 'Reparo' charm. For the most part just use 'Reparo' on everything, if it doesn't work, and you don't know what the modifier is, just move on to something else." Bill paused to look at each of us.
"Any questions? No? Good, Ron you will take the stairs to the top floor, and Harry will start on the bottom. Meet in the middle and come find me if I haven't found you yet."
With that Bill turned and headed back toward the kitchen. Ron looked at Harry and said,"Bit bossy don't you think."
Ron snorted, "What are you playing at mate."
"I dunno whats wrong Ron." Harry said a bit concerned. "I can't understand it. First when I tried to aperate, and now this." He flicked my want again. "Lumos Maxima!" The wand stayed dark and so did the room. Harry felt a bit dizzy.
Ron grabbed his arm and directed him to a seat on the newly repaired sofa. "I hate to admit it, but something is wrong and we need to ask Hermione what it might be." He said. "Stay there a minute."
He dashed out and was back in a moment with both Hermione and Ginny. "Ron says that you can't cast spells." She started. "And that you nearly fell over." Harry just nodded. "Well, lets have a go."
Harry flicked his wand, "Lumos!" Again the tip flickered and went dark.
Ginny's hands flew to her mouth, but Hermione looked fascinated. "What is the last spell that you cast?" She asked.
"Expliomous. When I disarmed Voldemort. Right before Nevil killed Nagini." Harry recalled the last spell he had cast right before Voldemort had died.
"And after that, you didn't try to use magic until just now?" She continued her interrogation.
"No, he tried to aperate from the stone bridge. Remember?" Ron interjected.
"Of course." Hermione responded a little impatiently. "Loss of magical ability can be caused by a few things. There is a potion or two that can impair magic. Some wizards lose the ability if they are drunk."
"I don't think Harry has been drinking." Objected Ron with a smile. Ginny punched his arm and scowled. "I was joking." He muttered rubbing his arm.
"There are also some curses that can do the same thing as the potions." Hermione continued, ignoring Ron's input. "But I don't know who would want to, or bother to try either of these. The Death Eaters were fleeing, and no one at the Great Hall would have done it."
"Wizard Whisker's Restorative." Ginny declared. She fumbled in her bag for the bottle.
"Ron drank some too." Harry said. "He can still do magic."
Ron flicked his wand. "Reparo!" And a small table and lamp hopped back up in the correct orientation and some bits of glass few back into place.
"But not from the same bottle." Ginny said. Then she looked at Ron and Harry for confirmation.
"I don't think Madame Pomfrey would do this to me on purpose." Harry said. The very idea was pretty absurd.
"Ginny is right." Hermione countered. "We have to approach this logically. The last time you used magic, was in the battle with Voldemort." She swallowed. "After that there was a bit of commotion as the Death Eaters fled and the Aurors pursued them. You destroyed the Elder Wand, and we all went back to help out in the great hall with the wounded. None of that should affect you, but drinking a potion could have."
Hermione turned to Ginny and held out her hand. "Lets have a look at it shall we?"
Ginny handed her the bottle. "How long after drinking 'til we went to the stone bridge?" Hermione asked.
"Only a few minutes." Harry said, "Barely any time at all."
"So it works fast." She uncorked the bottle and took a drink.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted.
Hermione removed the bottle from her lips and smiled.
"Are you completely bonkers?" He asked. "What are you thinking?"
With a flick of her wand she said, "Lumos" and a brilliant light sprang from her wand and settled it self in the center of the ceiling.
"I am thinking that the potion has not been altered and that Madam Pomfrey is not out to get Harry." She said matter of factly.
"Any way rejecting the Elder Wand could effect him?" Ron asked. Everyone looked at him. "I'm just saying. The wand has belonged to the most powerful wizards since legends were news, and Harry just breaks it. That's bound to have an effect of some kind."
Bill entered the room. "Whats this about trouble with Harry?" he asked.
Everyone was a bit unsure of how to say it, so Harry just said it strait. "I can't seem to do any magic."
Bill didn't seem nearly as shocked as everyone else. "Might be shock." He said unconcerned. "Shock, nerves, self doubt, they are all common obstacles to magic. Harry just killed Voldemort, and Dad was saying they had a connection." He tapped his own forehead where Harry's scar was. "I'd say if there was anyone who deserved to have shock it would be Harry."
Everyone else seemed to accept this and a collective sigh was released. "I should have thought of that." Hermione muttered to herself.
"Right then, new assignments. Ron, Hermione, you two repair the rooms. Ginny and Harry will work on getting the tents setup. Harry can do the non-magical work."
After that there was just a lot of mundane work. Harry pulled the tents out, and Ginny used magic to raise them up. It was hot and sweaty work for Harry.
But it was also good, clean work that allowed him to think about the days events. Sometimes his brain just needs time to process things and it needs his hands to be busy with work.
It was something he had needed to do after Dobby had died saving everyone. And it seemed that he needed it again. So many people and good friends had died this day fighting Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
He thought about his friends that were lost. Lupin. Tonks, and Fred but his thoughts kept going back to Tom Riddle. To Voldemort. In the last couple of years he had explored the memories of others about him. He had tracked down the horcux and destroyed them, and he had gotten to know him better than he knew anyone.
This wasn't regret. He had been deeply saddened by Dobby's sacrifice. Voldemort had deserved death many times over, and he had to help kill him to protect his friends and the world from the evil that Voldemort represented. For the most part he was elated that Voldemort was dead.
But Voldemort had been an ever present danger his whole life, and a focus of it since he was 11. Now that Voldemort was gone it felt like an anchor in his life was missing. Harry hated to think it, but it felt in some ways the same as when Dumbledoor had died.
Ginny and Harry finished with the tents. Hours had passed, and he could see that she was as tired as he was even though he had been doing physical labor and she had been using magic.
Ginny reached out and took Harry's hand. "It has been a couple of hours. Do you want to try again?"
"I guess there won't be any harm." He replied. He removed his wand and pointed it to a small bit of paper. "Windgardium Leviouso" and then flicked his wand.
The paper twitched, but didn't float.
"Its no use." He said dropping his wand hand to his side. "It feels like trying to breath through a wet blanket."
"It doesn't mater." Ginny stated, and then she grabbed the back of his head in both hands and pulled him into a kiss.
They both felt a rush of wind and pulled back. Looking at the lawn, all of the debris were rushing up into the air like a giant vacuum was sucking it up. But more than that. Harry could feel the magic in him.
"Finite Incantatem." Harry said, and the once floating and flying detritus fell once more to the earth.
"What was that noise?" Hermione asked sticking her head out of a hole in the wall half way up the house.
"Harry can do magic again." Ginny called up to her.
"Really? That was you?"
"Still so surprised?" Asked Ron somewhere behind her.
The both came down and Ginny and Harry met them in the parlor.
"I knew it was just temporary." Declared Ron.
"How did it work out?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Well, um, Ginny tried something that you, um, didn't think of, and it seem to work."
Ron and Hermione looked a bit confused. "I kissed him, if you must know."
Hermione looked startled and pleased at the same time. Ron just looked a bit ill. But he met Harry's eyes and asked, "So is it like that."
"Yeah." Harry answered. "It has been for a while."
"Well, then." Ron cleared his throat. "Lets see it."
He was still holding Ginny's hand, so he had to retrieve his wand a bit awkwardly. Then he flicked it and said. "Lumos!"
This time a small ball of light popped out of the end of his wand and started floating lazily around the room. It flickered a bit, but didn't go out.
"Not all that impressive really." Ron observed critically. Hermione hit his arm. "Ow!"
"Well we are just holding hands." Ginny said wickedly. Then she leaned over and blew in Harry's ear.
Harry felt the magic surge. There was a blinding light for a second and then a crack and the ball of light was gone. But a new hole had appeared in the wall.
"What are you four playing at." Shouted Bill's voice from the other room."
"Wicked!" Declared Ron.
"Well we know one thing." Hermione observed. "Harry still can do powerful magic. I don't think I have ever seek the Lumos charm used to do damage to anything before."
"But it is strange." Harry said. "Like I have something in the way, and I lack much control."
"Thats putting it lightly." Said Bill entering the room and examining the new breach in the wall. "I asked you to help fix the house not finish what the Death Eaters started."
"We are trying to help Harry." Ginny defended.
Bill put up a hand. "Settle down Ginny. I'm not angry, but there is a reason that Hogwarts is a stone castle. If you four are going to help Harry, please do it somewhere away from anything that you can break." Bill looked after the ball of light that was still receding towards the horizon. "Or catch fire."
Harry slept very soundly that night. No doubt that the hard work and effort the day before helped. But there had been a ball of anger that had been in the back of his head for years, that suddenly wasn't there anymore. In spite of his difficulty with magic, he just felt happy.
The next day it wasn't much better. The whole Weasley clan seemed to have arrived, and there were many people that Harry had never met. But Mr. Weasley found him and pulled him aside soon after breakfast. "Bill has explained that you are having some difficulties since Voldimort's death. Is it still the same?"
"Yes sir." Harry replied.
"Oh none of that 'sir' business. You are a man now, please call me Arthur." He smiled. "There are a couple of people that I want you to see. If you are feeling up to it. Heaven knows if anyone deserves a rest it is you." He looked back at his large family gathering. "But if I know you at all like I imagine that I do, you will want this resolved right away."
"Yes, sir, I mean, Arthur." Harry stumbled saying Mr. Weasley's name as it felt awkward in his mouth. "I do want to know what is keeping me from using magic like I used to."
"Right, then. Take my arm."
Harry took it, and they apparated.
They re-apperated on a corner of Diagon Ally. It looked like a lot of celebration had gone one the evening before and there were still tipsy witches and wizards staggering out of the Leaky Cauldron.
"This way." Mr. Weasley said. And they headed across the street into Olivanders Shop. Or what was left of it. It still showed the signs of the Death Eaters last visit. But Mr. Weasley knew where he was going, and they entered and went up the side stairs to a set of rooms above the shop.
Before Mr. Weasley could knock, the door opened and Olivander beckoned us in. "I have been expecting you. And I do apologize for the mess down stairs. Its been all I could do to get a couple of rooms back in order."
And in order they were. The rooms above the store looked spacious and well kept. Indeed it looked as if nothing had ever been or ever would be allowed to be out of order.
"I believe that you know Horace Slughorn" Olivander said.
"Harry." Professor Slughorn said, setting a tea cup on an end table and rising to greet us. "I am glad to see you again so soon. Garrick and I have been most concerned about you since we heard of your condition."
"Yes sir." Harry replied as he shook his hand and directed him to a chair. "I am glad to see you again Professor."
"What is this?" Professor Slughorn objected. "We are not in school. You must call me Horrace. You can't go around being so deferential in your state or prominence."
"I'm sure Harry will get used to it soon enough." Mr. Weasley stated finding a chair for himself.
"Can I get either of you some tea?" Asked Olivander.
"No. I mean yes. Thank you." Harry stuttered trying to calm his nerves.
Olivander waved his wand and the tea set poured a pair of cups and the hovered to their hands.
"Now if you don't mind, I would like to see your wands." Olivander said.
"Yes sir." Harry said retrieving both his wand and Draco's former wand from his jacket. "But if you don't mind my asking. The wands seem in good order, isn't the problem with me?"
Professor Slughorn shifted to give Olivander a look. "Harry may need some additional training in wands I think." Then turning back to Harry. "You are completely right."
Olivander interrupted. "And you are completely wrong. You know that a wand is much more than just a tool. Wands have a will of their own. They have a bond with their witch or wizard. A good wand master can tell a great deal about the wizard by examining the wand. More than you would expect. Much much more."
Olivander took both wands and looked at them holding one in each hand. He looked from one to the other and back. "Remarkable." He said looking at Harry's wand. "Horrace, this wand was broken, but has been mended. Look at this."
Professor Slughorn took the wand and looked at it closely. "Did you repair this wand yourself?" He questioned Harry.
"Yes sir." Harry replied. "Hermione and I tried before, but the Elder Wand was powerful enough to do it."
"The Elder Wand." Toned Professor Slughorn solemnly. "Do you have that with you as well."
"No." Harry replied, but Olivander cut him off.
"The Elder Wand does not have allegiances to any one wizard now Horrace. And it is no longer available." Then he continued. "Harry, I have good news for you. There is nothing wrong with you. You are still the same young man that I first met 8 years ago. And your wand still recognizes you as its master."
Professor Slughorn interrupted. "But there is a change in Harry. He has lost control I think."
"I was getting to that." Replied Olivander, sounding a little annoyed with Professor Slughorn. "Harry you remember we talked about the link you shared with Voldimort. And that link was reflected in the connecting of you wands. And this connection seems to have been much deeper than I suspected. And it will take some time and training to recover from its loss."
"Are you saying that my connection with Voldimort gave me my magic?" Harry asked in alarm.
"Merlin's beard no! Dear boy." Interjected Professor Slughorn. "You got your magic from your parents. They were both great wizards and there is no doubt that you inherited your magical abilities from them. But when Voldimort tried to kill you as a baby and formed the link between you, some things were shared. I think you are aware of that in the facility with parsle tounge that you have."
"Yes." Harry replied. "Professor Dumbledoor explained that. There was also a link between our minds. Sharing of dreams and emotions. But it is gone now. I can tell. It is such a relief to no longer have Tom's anger in the back of my mind all of the time."
The three of them shared a look. Mr. Weasley spoke next. "Harry, I would like to explain it this way. You know the feeling you get after you have been flying on your broom for a long while. Like through a whole Quitich match. And once you are on the ground, walking seem so slow, that you stumble a bit getting used to not zooming off just by thinking about it." He paused and Harry nodded that he understood. "Well it looks like your connection with Voldimort was like that in the way magic responded to you and the control that you had. Now that that is gone, you are stumbling a bit, learning to control the magic with only your own abilities."
"So your are saying." Harry paused, looking at the three of them with growing apprehension. "What are you saying? I have to go back to being a first year at Hogwarts?"
"Harry Harry." Olivander soothed. "That would hardly be necessary. The knowledge of magic is still in you mind. And the power of magic is still in your soul. But the loss you are encountering is like many other types of injury. It will pass temporarily, and as it does, you and everyone else will forget that it was ever any different."
"But now I'll be weak?" Harry insisted on pressing for the worst news. "I'll be like a, a squib."
"Get a hold of yourself." Professor Slughorn commanded. "There is no reason to panic. Squib indeed. Have you not been listening to us at all?" He paused and everyone took a breath to calm down. "What we are saying is that you need some magical therapy. It will be a while before many things return to normal. I understand that you wanted to join the Ministry's Aurors. But that is going to be very difficult in your condition and given the current state of the Ministry at present."
"So we have a proposal." Continued Mr. Weasley. "Oliver and Horrace would like to apprentice you. This will give you a chance to get their guidance and help while you regain your control. This will also keep you with an occupation that won't announce to the wizarding world that there is anything wrong with you. Voldemort is dead, but there are quite a few dark wizards left that would jump at the chance to make a name for themselves if they learned that you were in any way weakened."
Harry looked at each of them. "Look, I don't want to seem ungrateful. But this is quite a bit of stuff to have chucked at you all at once. Can I think it over?"
"Of course." Said Professor Slughworth, rising to his feet. "There is no rush."