Harry Potter, Post War

Cloak

After the War, everyone felt they had a say in their Savior’s life. What he would do next – Work for the Ministry as an Auror being pretty and a Poster Child and under The Powers that Be’s command and control. Marry the Chosen Pureblood – With the new laws passed putting the Houses he gained and their seats and money under the control of the chosen. Give his woman lots of seed to make sure there are children – The Powers would control.

They did everything in their powers to see it done. But nothing worked against him. Not Charms, Not hexes, not potions, not poisons.
When he felt too much pressure to do the bidding of the masses, he just disappeared. Never to be seen in English Speaking Countries again, or anywhere in fact.

The Powers in the country had stolen/found the Ring and the Wand which went to the ones who survived the fighting to the Death. But of the Cloak, there was nothing. The Powers left shrugged as they had what they wanted.
Mass Civil War and genocide broke out all over the Isles and the Continent till the Magicals were taken out by Weapons of Mass Destruction by the ones they had looked down on.
The Ring and Wand disappeared into history and legend again. The Cloak forgotten. Though there was one who claimed to be a doctor who was willing to heal what he could for anyone walking the deserts left after the bombings.

Generations later and the doctor was just as much a legend as the Ring and Stick. He still walked the pathways between the surviving towns of Europe as an old man now. One who wore an old colorful cloak that was softer than the imagined silk of history texts.

There came a day of a solar eclipse that some worried would bring harm in this coming Dark Age. The man stood there, in his Cloak of Wonder, looking up at the skies above when a man in a black cloak walked up to him.
Like the man’s long-lost Ancestor, people watched the strange man greet the dark one as a long-lost friend. Slinging his ancient arm around the dark clothed stranger, then the two of them walked down the path together to disappear just as the sun was covered and everything was in darkness. The sun’s halo seemed brighter for a moment before the moment was gone as the moon moved on.

No one saw the old man again, but wished him well, wherever he went. He may have been strange, but he helped heal whoever he could so they would miss him.

The man, Harry, went with the being known as Death as a friend. Knowing his journey would continue.

Fin
9/14/2026