Harry stood in front of the swirling portal looking at his friends and family he had made in this world. The war was hard on all of them. Extremely hard on him and his three mates. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he couldn’t stay. Death said he could come back only when he was no longer needed in his birth world. At his side Death smiles. "I have made a gift for you. Something these people contributed to." The long skeletal fingers held out a box. 