After the Battle One Shots (Harry Potter)

Harry

"Harry?"

Harry opened one eye and looked around, trying to figure out who had called his name. A tall figure was standing beside his bed, with a long nose, and red hair, most of his other features distorted because Harry wasn't wearing his glasses.

"'Morning Harry," Ron said cheerily. Harry groped around on the table beside his bed, found his glasses, and jammed them onto his face. He could now see Ron more clearly, able to make out his freckles and blue eyes. This was all familiar to him, of course. What wasn't as familiar was...well, everything else.

Really, it actually was familiar, in a painful sort of way. Instead of looking around at the tent, which he had expected, considering he had lived in it for quite some time, he was looking around at his dormitory at Hogwarts.

Harry sat bolt upright, instantly alert. He grabbed his wand from his bedside table and pointed it at every corner of the room. Ron, who had jumped back a few feet when Harry had sprang into action, was looking around the room as well, clearly alarmed. "What is it mate?" He asked anxiously.

"The Horcruxes! And Voldemort! And-ah, the name's Taboo! We have to get out of here-" Harry stammered.

But instead of flying into a panic, Ron was laughing. Infuriated by this, Harry jumped out of bed and lunged at Ron, who stopped laughing immediately.

"Mate, you beat Voldemort last night," Ron explained cautiously.
"He's dead!?"
"Bloody hell, Harry, are you sick or something? This is only the greatest achievement of your life!"

Harry backed away from Ron and set his wand on his bed. His old wand, freshly repaired by the Elder Wand.

Slowly, everything came back. The war, the Elder Wand, the snake...
Fred, Lupin, Tonks...

Harry slumped onto his bed. Ron watched him. "Why aren't you celebrating?" He asked.

Harry looked away. "Why should we celebrate? They're dead, Ron,"
"Harry-"
"DEAD!"

Harry jumped out of bed and started pacing. "Why don't we plan like Hermione told us to? We could have prevented so many deaths-"
"Harry, really-"
"And now I'm a godfather-"
"Harry-"
"And I'm responsible for Remus's son-"
"Harry!"
"BECAUSE THEY'RE DEAD, RON!"

Harry's voice rose to a yell. "THEY'RE DEAD AND THEY'RE NOT COMING BACK!"

He wheeled around to face Ron and found that his friend's eyes were rather watery. "I know they're dead, Harry." Ron said quietly. "Fred was my brother. Can you imagine-"
"Yeah."

Ron looked taken aback, as if he had not expected that answer. "Fred was like a brother to me too, Ron!" Harry said heatedly. "Of course I can imagine how that feels! I'm feeling it right now!"

"Harry?"

Someone else had called his name. "Yeah? What?" Harry snapped.

Two girls walked into the dormitory, one with bushy brown hair and one with long red hair. Hermione and Ginny.

"Hello, Harry, we thought we heard your dulcet tones." Ginny said, reminding Harry so forcibly of her brother that he had to look away.

"Hey," Ginny walked around to look Harry in the eye. "I know exactly what you're thinking." She said quietly, tilting his chin up. "And if you even dare to continue thinking it, I will never kiss you again."

Ron cleared his throat loudly. Harry and Ginny turned to face him, just in time to see Hermione slap his arm. Hard. Ron winced.

"You two carry on." Hermione said, grabbing Ron and dragging him away.

Harry turned back to Ginny and allowed himself a small smile, which slowly spread to a grin. "I love you." He whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you too."

With a great effort, Harry pushed the deaths from his mind. Whatever may have happened, he could wait to think about it. All he really cared about right now was spending this time with Ginny.

And he was sure she felt the same.