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A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3

Harry zoomed around on his newly acquired Nimbus 2001, zig-zagging through the trees in the orchard next to the Weasley home with the wind whipping around his face. He loved this feeling – the feeling of leaving all earthly emotions behind and just living in the moment. But lately, he was plagued by all sorts of emotions – emotions he felt even here, in what was supposed to be his escape and safe haven. The most prominent among those emotions was, strangely, happiness. Not the sort of happiness that was brought about by peace and contentment, but the sort of fierce joy brought about by nights of debauchery and violence. And that worried him. Ginny had been right – he had changed after the war. Ron had broached the topic with him as well, and he knew that if Ron noticed, then it was truer than even he realized. He kept shrugging off the question, but he knew that the question was valid. And the worst part was that he knew what the answer was. He knew why he had changed. The answer was a piece of wood strapped to the holster on his right arm. The Elder Wand. He sighed as he rose into the air, higher and higher on his broom. What he had done after the Battle was beautiful and noble and poetic – he had given up the fearsome power of the Elder Wand for a life of purported peace and happiness. It was an earnest gesture, one worthy of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Slayer of Voldemort and the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. Just like in the stories. It was ironic then that the very next ...

... day after the Battle of Hogwarts, even as medi-wizards and medi-witches crowded around tents set up within the ruins of Hogwarts to tend to wounded students and adults alike, he noticed Xenophilius Lovegood, of all people, skulking around Dumbledore’s marble tomb and trying to pry open the lid of the grave. Xeno Lovegood! And he was supposed to be one of the good people! In retrospect, Harry had divulged quite a bit in his last speech to Voldemort, and in front of quite a few spectators as well, missing Death Eaters among them. The Malfoys had practically vanished after the battle, and so had the Notts. And of course, several residents of Hogsmeade had heard his little speech as well – word gets around and the Elder Wand had quite a reputation, even outside the shores of England. Of course, it would take a crafty wizard to put together what Harry had said and surmise that the Elder Wand was buried in Dumbledore’s tomb, but Lovegood had figured it out, and so would others. So Harry snuck into the tomb a fortnight after the battle, after much hair-splitting and nail-biting, and retrieved the wand. He promised he wouldn’t use it – that he’d just learn enough to safeguard it forever and let it die with him. But he had forgotten how powerfully seductive magical objects could be. He had long since formed a hypothesis - the Hallows didn’t just attract people of a certain mindset, like the stories said; the Hallows actually changed minds. He supposed that was what the Cloak did – it ...