We did it...

Suffering from writer's block again so here we go,

"We did it!"

Sirius said as he cloaked Harry in his embrace, the feeling of his godson in his arms again caused a beautiful smile filled with pure joy to blossom on his face. Harry smiled up at his godfather as they stepped into the kitchen of The old family townhouse known as Grimmauld place.

Harry potter, Boy-who -lived so on and so forth , had just finished the trial after the accusations thrown at him due to underaged magical usage. His hair was ruffled and his tie was crooked but he also had a huge smile on his face as he laughed around with his loving friends and family, the chilly afternoon sending a drift through the open windows as the curtains danced and bathed in it, dancing like waves on a sea shore.

That was a year ago...

Now Harry sat in his room, back with his aunt and uncle who continued to hurl insults at him.. After he begged Dumbledore. The man who said he would do anything for his students, 'You will always find help at Hogwarts!' he'd say as his eyes twinkled behind his half moon spectacles with a grandfather-like kindness...

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sheer ignorance he held in life, the pure innocence and naivety he carried even after he had to grow up too fast. For years Harry had asked for help, from the teachers in primary and the start of middle school god forbid he even asked Snape, but no,yet again he didn't get help.

Standing up from the floor he looked out the window of his room, the day was muggy. The clouds loomed over the earth like a thick cloth and the sun hidden in the depths of it was afraid to come out. The air was humid as rain delicately sprinkled the ground at the freshly cut grass of the lawns, yanking the jacket off the back of his open wardrobe as he walked out of his room and down the stairs.

Godric's hallow wasn't that far, stealing a couple of ten pound notes from his aunt pure, he walked out of the house and towards the closest bus stop he could find. His hair becoming decorated with the dew drops of rain and his clothes becoming slightly heavier due to the puddles that soaked the bottom of his jeans, he stepped under the shader and waited until the earliest bus whisked him away.

The walk was short from where he was dropped off, he could feel the embedded magic in the ground crackle against his skin like electric currents as it travelled from his worn in converse up to his damp locks of raven hair. Feeling the wards enclosed around him he continued to walk down the gravel path that weaved through the town, the rain was lesser on this side as he got closer to the graves. The place was empty of visitors as usual, the eerie feeling that came with the graveyards nearly kept him away, but he carried on. Three large headstones were placed in an orderly fashion, each having the owner's name, a few sentences and something symbolic to them carved into the stone.

Several popping sounds erupted around him, but for some reason Harry couldn't care less as he stared down at the three headstones, two full and one just an empty casket.

"Harry Potter..."

Harry laughed at himself in either self pity or just pure rage as he grabbed his wand and chucked it into the nearest bush. The dreary voice seemed to echo across the village as he turned around to look at him... His pale skin and slit like eyes his gorgeous chiselled face morphed into some mutant defining all of human anatomy.

His head was clouded slightly, filled to the brim with mental cotton balls that seemed to try and prevent any form of trauma. Trying to act like some barrier, the voices were rising but they seemed so far away as he swayed in his place. No longer was his head filled with utter cloudiness just a splitting pain going off like some fire alarm... this was it Harry knew it.

"We did it..."

Here it is, Maybe a part 2? If it was part two it'd be a Tomarry I guess?

Or I do a really angsty part 2 where Voldemort just kills Harry in the final battle but like at the start of sixth year final battle, I just need at least one person to ask cause then i probably get motivation to do it but writers block has been kicking my ass.