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

It had been twenty years since Harry had retired from the Ministry. Dozens of recognitions and awards decorated the walls of his study. `` For courageous and selfless service on behalf of wizardkind, We bestow upon Harry James Potter the Order of Merlin, First Class.'' The largest plaque read. Harry gazed upon the object and almost smirked. It was hardly just himself that had worked on behalf of his kind, but Ginny had always insisted on keeping it on the wall. She reminded him when he protested how proud his parents would have been 
 
 Ginny... Harry missed the scent of her red hair every day. It had been two years since she had passed in her sleep, spending her final moments in his arms. Harry still relished the memory of her voice, her touch, and her laugh. Their children were long since grown, with their own children. Harry found nothing in life much better than his family, and his dearest friends. Ron was gone, too, and Harry chuckled softly as a memory of him appeared. Ron had been best man at his wedding, and had made a speech which in no small part had relayed some of his and Harry's less admirable moments. Hermione had long since retired, and now stayed wth her daughter's family. 
 
 Harry was tired now. He relaxed into his arm chair. The fire which he had lit earlier was slowly going out, but the warmth still remained, washing over him. Slowly, Harry could feel himself drifting off to sleep. A wave of memories flooded into his mind. The Dursleys, his Hogwarts acceptance letter, his first ride on the Hogwarts Express, and meeting Ron and Hermione. The years passed through his mind, to his final Hogwarts year. The memory of Voldemort's death came, and for a moment Harry thought his scar might set his head aflame. He could hear that cold, high-pitched laugh. But a more powerful force intervened. Memories of Ginny, his children's births, his grandchildren. And the last thing Harry felt before his consciousness slipped away with the arms of his mother embracing him, and a warm voice, full of love. 
 
 `` Welcome home, son.''
