The Return of The Chosen

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Harry's POV:

By the time we got to the Burrow, it was about morning, and the sky was beginning to turn pink. The trees were full of soft bends of light as the sun rose, and the windows started to warm up as the sun heated them.

"Hey, Mionie, do you know exactly why we get to go back to Hogwarts and who exactly is coming back?" I asked curiously, wanting to know. "No, why are you looking forward to seeing anyone in particular?" she says with a sly grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows. "What? Harry wants to see someone other than us. That's unlikely," Ron butts in. "Wow, Ron, so unlike me to do that," I say with an annoyed and amused expression.

'But what I am wondering is if he is coming back or not after the war and the fact that his father got the Dementors' Kiss in Azkaban'

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione says, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Y-yes? What were you saying again?" I say, blinking a couple of times to refocus my thoughts. "I was saying that we're here silly," she says, giggling after watching me space out for who knows how long. "Oh, ok," I said, embarrassed.

As we stepped out of the car and entered the bustling Weasley Burrow, it felt like a whirlwind of noise and energy. Mrs. Weasley greeted us with a warm smile, her presence instantly putting me at ease. The aroma of breakfast filled the air, tempting our grumbling stomachs.

While everyone else sat down at the kitchen table, engaged in animated and interesting conversations, I found myself lost in my thoughts once again. The letter from Hogwarts had triggered a mix of emotions within me, and the fact that Fred and the rest of the family that died are somehow alive again was astonishing at the very least.

A part of me longed to return to the magical world, to be surrounded by friends and familiar faces. But another part of me couldn't ignore the anxiety and fear that seeped into every crevice of my mind.

As I sat down at the table, Molly's voice brought me back to the present. "Harry, dear, are you okay? You look distracted," she asked, concern etched on her face. "You seem distant from everyone."

I flashed her a weak smile, trying to push away the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me. "Yeah, just lost in my own head again," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ron chimed in, his mouth full of toast and jelly. "You always do that, mate. But now you have a good reason for Hogwarts coming up and the fact that I got my brother and the rest of the family back," he said, going back to his food and scraping more onto his plate.

I sighed, running a hand through my unruly hair. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just... going back to Hogwarts brings back a lot of memories, some good and some painfully bad, and how did they even come back in the first place? Didn't they die?" I was genuinely confused.

Hermione reached across the table and placed her hand on mine, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. "We don't exactly know how they're back, but all we know is that it's better this way, and plus, we'll be there with you, Harry; we'll face whatever comes our way, just like we always have."

The warmth of her touch and her words provided much-needed comfort. I knew I wasn't alone in this. Together, we had faced countless challenges, fought against darkness, and emerged stronger than we once were. But the scars and traumas of the past couldn't be easily erased from our minds.

As I glanced around the table, seeing the familiar faces of my friends, Molly Weasley's motherly presence, and the joyful atmosphere, a sliver of hope began to flicker within me. Maybe—just maybe—Hogwarts could be a sanctuary once more. A place where I could heal, grow, and find my purpose beyond the expectations of others along with love.

But deep down, I knew that the journey ahead wouldn't be easy. The world had changed, and so had I. The weight of my past experiences and the burden of being the Boy Who Lived Twice still loomed over me. As we finished breakfast and prepared for the day, I resolved to face my demons head-on, knowing that I had the support of my friends by my side.

Little did I know that Hogwarts, in its rebuilt state, would hold secrets, challenges, and revelations that would test our bonds and push us to our limits. The road ahead was uncertain, but with courage, resilience, and a little bit of magic, I was determined to redefine my destiny and find my place in a world that had been forever changed.

And so, as we left the Weasley household and embarked on our journey back to Hogwarts, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The chapter of my life waiting to unfold would be a test of strength, friendship, hope, and the power of love.

With each step forward, I left behind the shadows of the past and embraced the unknown, ready to discover what the future held for us at the place that had become not just a school but a symbol of hope, resilience, and everlasting magic.

But once again, the world has changed, and that means that this magic that has been in our world has been broken and re-fixed itself to create something better and stronger. But all that comes into life has to have a downfall, and with that downfall comes a consequence as well.

I know its a little shorter that the last one but its at 949 words :)