The Ones Who Lived

I : The warriors' rest

This fanfiction fits into the plot of the "Harry Potter" saga by J.K. Rowling. The story covers the entire time period that was skipped over in book 7 – that is to say, the 19 years between the Battle of Hogwarts and the epilogue.

It also takes into account the elements that the author added to her story in the interviews. However, the majority of the text was written between 2007 and 2010, which explains why some elements, revealed later, could not be taken into account. This especially concerns of the revelations made in the play "The Cursed Child".

The text is already fully written and published in French and has been translated by Gwen that I thank for their huge work. Thanks also to Mica, who reread the text we offer here.

We hope you enjoy this story and take pleasure from following your favourite characters.

Warning: there is no big bad guy coming back in this story. I mainly focused on the return to normal of the wizarding world, the main characters' careers, families and relationships, and the evolution of the wizard society. There will however be some action scenes, investigations, and problems to solve (but no unsustainable suspense).

I – The Warriors' Rest

3rd of May 1998

Chronology

2nd of May 1998 : Hogwarts' battle

Harry examined Ron and Hermione, whose tired features and ripped clothes testified of the crazy day they had just had. It had started with their intrusion into Gringotts Bank, continued with a long battle to take back Hogwarts from the Death Eaters, before finding its conclusion in the one-to-one battle that had ended the reign of Voldemort.

Harry thought with nostalgia of his four-poster bed in Gryffindor tower.

"How about resting for a while in the common room?" he asked his friends. "We could ask Kreacher to make us sandwiches."

Ron shook his head and whispered while avoiding the other's gazes:

"I need to go home."

Harry immediately felt ashamed not to have thought that Ron might want to join his family after the tragedy that had just hit them.

"Of course," he said quickly. "We're coming with you."

They left the headmaster's office and crossed the empty castle in a silence that contrasted with the racket of the battle that had been taking place only a few hours ago.

When they re-entered the Great Hall, there was no trace of the Weasleys or of the fighters that hadn't been injured. A considerable part of the hall had been transformed into a spontaneous hospital wing and the professor's platform was completely invisible behind a huge curtain. Harry guessed that this space was being used to keep the bodies of the fallen.

The three friends didn't have time to consult each other to decide what to do next. From the place where the injured were resting, Horace Slughorn waved to them before joining them slowly.

"You're awaited at the Burrow," he told them. "Arthur managed to convince his wife not to destroy what rested of the castle to find you, but he told us to get you three home."

"Thank you, Professor," said Hermione politely. "Do you still need help here?"

"You've done enough," smiled the Slytherin. "St Mungo's also sent us a bunch of helpers. As for me, I'll probably be setting off to go rest, and Professor McGonagall just left to her private apartments. So you three better be off! I really don't want to be confronted to your mother again, Ralph. Who would've thought the last of the Prewetts could have so much style!"