[ EU ] Harry Potter is sitting at home sixty years after the battle of Hogwarts , an old man now , when suddenly his scar hurts .

The crackling of the fire filled Harry's ears as he gazed out the window, watching the rain. For the first time in quite a while, he was sitting in peace; the great-grandchildren were all at Hogwarts at last, and Ginny was across the world, researching for her latest book. With a sad twinge, Harry remembered the time his godfather had appeared in a fire on a night just like this one. Too many loved ones had died during the War, and Harry had n't quite gotten over that. 
 
 Suddenly, Harry's hand jumped to his scar. As if the memory of the war had brought back the past, the ugly blemish seared with pain once again. Writhing in agony, Harry slipped off his chair, crying for help. He reached for his wand. This was impossible. His scar had n't so much as twitched in sixty years; now, it was burning as if Voldemort himself was in the room. Harry decided that it must have been psychological, he was after all thinking about the war. 
 
 As the pain subsided, Harry heard a frantic knocking on the door. Still gripping his wand, he edged over to the entrance hall and peered out the misted window. He could make out the faint outline of a silver-haired man. Cautiously, Harry opened the door. 
 
 `` Harry Potter?'' asked the man, cautiously. `` My name is Lysander Scamander... I believe you knew my mother, Luna? Can I come in?'' 
 
 Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past Harry and took off his coat. In the firelight, Harry could at last see Lysander's face. Harry almost smiled. He looked just like Luna. 
 
 `` Sorry to barge in on you so suddenly,'' apologized Lysander. `` It's quite urgent.'' Harry noticed Lysander's worried expression, and motioned for him to sit. 
 
 `` How is Luna?'' inquired Harry. He had n't seen his old friend since Albus-Severus's graduation ceremony at the Auror Institute. 
 
 `` She is well,'' replied Lysander. `` Still trying to find the Crumple-Horned Snorcack I'm afraid, but she is as happy as ever! Mr. Potter, I need to speak to you urgently about the Deathly Hallows.'' 
 
 Harry nodded, but he could feel his heart drop. He had hoped never to think about the Hallows again. 
 
 `` They say you were the only Master of the Three,'' Lysander continued. `` I just wanted to know where they are now.'' 
 
 Harry shook his head, slowly. It was unsurprising, really, that uncovering a mystery was what Luna's son would consider `` urgent''. `` I'm afraid,'' Harry started, hesitantly. `` I'm afraid I ca n't help you with that, Lysander.'' Truthfully, Harry knew where each one was. The Elder Wand was buried in Albus Dumbledore's tomb. The Resurrection Stone was somewhere in the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts. And the Cloak of Invisibility lay folded underneath Harry's bed upstairs. 
 
 Lysander stood up quickly. `` Please, Harry,'' he pleaded. `` You must know where at least one of them are! You had the Elder Wand in 1998, I know that for sure.'' Lysander's eyes bore into Harry's. Why did they seem so familiar? And why did Harry feel like his soul was being read like an open book? 
 
 *Close your mind, Potter. * Severus Snape's words from the past appeared unbidden into Harry's mind. With a shock, Harry realized that Luna's son was using Occlumency. Straining, Harry tried to block the attack, and raised his wand to utter the first spell that came to his mind. 
 
 `` *Expelliarmus! *'' Lysander staggered forwards as the spell hit him in the midriff, and something fell from his front pocket, tumbling across the floor to rest at Harry's feet. Something black, small, cracked, and with a familiar symbol etched on to it. 
 
 The Resurrection Stone! Harry stared up in disbelief. Lysander's eyes grew wide, then vacant as he toppled to the floor, unconscious. 
 
 `` Harry Potter,'' came a chilling voice from behind him. `` We meet again.'' 
 
 Memories of a vast chamber far under Hogwarts' grounds haunted Harry's conscious as he slowly pivoted. In front of the fire stood a ghost from the past, a face he had hoped he would never have to gaze upon again. A handsome face, with pale skin, dark hair, and vicious eyes. 
 
 `` Lysander was a curious fellow,'' continued Tom Riddle. `` He loved exploring the Forbidden Forest. Imagine his surprise as he came across a relic of the past!'' his eyes flicked to the Resurrection Stone, then back. `` I've waited many years for this, Harry. Many, many years.'' 
 
 Harry stood, paralyzed with fear. This could n't be happening, it just could n't! 
 
 `` Seems familiar, though, does n't it?'' smirked Riddle. `` We've done this before.'' He strode over to Lysander's body and plucked the wand from his fingers. `` Only last time you had a bird, and I a Basilisk. Ah, but I was foolish then. I let you destroy my diary and famous Harry Potter stopped Voldemort again that day.'' His voice had turned into a snarl. `` Not today.'' He picked up the stone from Harry's feet and pocketed it. 
 
 Harry could n't speak. He tried to lift his wand, but the fear rooted him to the spot. 
 
 `` Today, Mr. Potter...'' Riddle's voice was barely a whisper. `` Today, I kill you. And today, I return to life.'' He raised Lysander's wand. `` *Avada* - `` 
 
 `` *EXPELLIARMUS! *'' 
 
 The wand flew across the room as both Harry and Riddle looked up in surprise. Harry could n't believe his eyes! Neville Longbottom stood in the open doorway, wand raised. 
 
 `` Harry! Destroy the stone!'' he cried. Riddle had already recovered Lysander's wand. `` Hurry!'' 
 
 `` Longbottom!'' growled Voldemort. `` *Stupefy! *'' The curse narrowly missed as Neville lunged out of the way. Harry ran across the room and tackled Riddle, scrambling to recover the stone. Riddle's fist collided with the side of Harry's face, and Harry saw stars. 
 
 `` *Stupefy*!'' yelled Riddle again. The force of the spell knocked Neville off his feet. Harry raised his wand. 
 
 `` *Accio Ressurection Stone*!'' he cried, desperately. The stone came flying out of Riddle's pocket and into Harry's hand. The world seemed to slow down as Riddle jumped to his feet. There was n't much time. Harry grasped his wand firmly as he raised it one last time. 
 
 `` *Confringo*!'' The blasting curse hit the stone, which exploded. Harry saw Riddle's body vanish as suddenly as it had appeared. 
 
 Neville crawled over to where Harry lay. `` Harry! You did it again!'' His look of glee suddenly turned to one of horror as he saw what the explosion had done to Harry's body. `` Merlin's Beard, we have to get you to a Healer!'' 
 
 `` No,'' breathed Harry. He knew it would n't help. `` Neville,'' He grimaced as he looked up to meet his friend's eyes. `` how did you know...?'' 
 
 `` I did n't!'' he said. `` I only came to visit. I had n't seen you in the longest time! I heard Riddle telling you about Lysander...'' Suddenly, he was crying. `` Harry, do n't go now! Please!'' 
 
 `` It's okay Neville,'' Harry replied, remembering the words of a man with twinkling blue eyes and half-moon spectacles as his eyes misted over. `` After all, death is but the next great adventure.''
