We belong together || Harry Potter x Reader

Final Chapter

It had been about five years since the final battle happened. 

The scars were still there. The ones where the eyes could see. The ones that were left in the world. And, especially, the ones left in the hearts. 

Fred and George reopened the shop but introduced new treats, sweets, and toys that would help all the people who fought in the war feel a little bit happier. If they were to even hint at smiling, the twins knew they had done something right. George was immensely grateful to you, and Fred was equally grateful. They could never imagine living without the other. They told you that if you wanted anything from the shop, you could just get it, no questions asked. 

Ron and Hermione never left each other's side. They were finally dating, deciding that time is never promised, and they have wasted so many years. Ron could not wait to ask Hermione if he could be her boyfriend; frankly, he felt he should have asked her this years ago. She agreed, and he couldn't wait to ask her parents for their blessing for him wanting to marry her. Hermione had no idea that he had asked them this. He still keeps the ring in his pocket everywhere he goes, waiting for the right moment. 

And you?

"Y/n?" Harry asked, knocking on your door. "I brought you some tea," he said, holding in his hands your favorite tea. 

You took it from his hands, smiling at him as he sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

"Are you still thinking?" He said, noticing how quiet you are. 

You took a sip from your tea, glancing at him over your cup. "You know me so well." 

"What's on your mind?" 

"I just, I can't believe it's been five years already. It still feels so fresh to me." 

Harry nodded in acknowledgment. 

You didn't talk about your mother. In fact, that night she said goodbye was the last time you saw her or even heard of her. It was like she was erased from the map, no sight of her from anywhere. Harry never talked about the dead. The war was not brought up in daily conversation. But it still lingered in the quiet moments. Harry never forgot to squeeze your hand tightly whenever he noticed your mind wandering to that dark place again. 

In fact, he did that again right now, his ring leaving a cold sensation on your hand. 

You never spoke of that forest. Harry never mentioned it. He knew. 

"I know," he finally said, running his hand along your fingers. "I still have nightmares about it." 

"Me too." 

There was that look again. Complete understanding. Sure, you both lived and were always together. But, there is that guilt again. How can one not feel guilty? All the lives that were lost, cut short, because of the situation that was bigger than them? Because they were essentially collateral damage, and the only ones who had a shot at a second chance were you, Harry, and Fred. Three people. From the hundreds of those who lost their lives, whose lives were affected, were not given a second chance. Those around the loved ones had to learn how to live without them. That was a hard burden to carry. Luckily, you both relied on each other. 

"Do you ever wonder why it was us?" You asked him, twirling the ring on his left hand with your fingers. "Why did we get to live?" 

"All the time," Harry answered immediately. A bit too honestly. "I sometimes find it hard to figure out what I did to deserve it." 

You looked at him. At the boy you loved. The boy who had to carry the whole wizarding world on his shoulders since he was a child, asking questions like he didn't believe he deserved the mere air that entered his lungs.