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

I was resting, as I always did at half past three on Saturday afternoons. Old men need their sleep and, even by wizarding standards, I had grown old. And I had grown old alone. Ginny and I divorced some years ago, after I discovered our children were not, in fact, ours, but the offspring of Ginny and Victor Krum. I should ’ ve been suspicious when she began coming home late, taking calls in the dead of night, but like a lovesick fool I trusted her. The revelation of her betrayal, when it came, cost me everything. 
 
 And so it was that, on this particular Saturday afternoon, I was home, deep in slumber on my favourite armchair; until I was abruptly awakened by an all too familiar ache. I lifted a shaking hand to my scar, lips parting slighting in disbelief. Then I smiled. 
 
 At last. 
 

