Chapter 1 : The day after the end.
…”He’ll be all right,” murmured Ginny.
As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lighting scar on his forehead.
“I know he will.”
Harry opened his eyes widely, he was a bit sweaty. He looked around the boy’s dorm. It was in the middle of the day. It was over, some hours before. He released his hand was touching his scar. He lowered his hand and then stretched it to catch his glasses. He put them on, and then as he looked at the empty beds of the room, everything came back to him. Fred was dead. Remus and Tonks were dead. Teddy was alone as he was for many years, at least his godchild would have his grandmother and him of course.
The dream came onto his mind’s eye. He didn’t really know why but he didn’t feel right with it. So much had happened. He just felt… odd about the dream, was it a vision or just a dream?
People were dead around him. In the dream everything looked great, but still... Harry stood up and looked out of the window, many people were already helping each other to set many chairs around the grounds.
The funerals, Harry thought and he felt his heart ache at the picture he would see in a few hours. People crying and morning as the rest of the world was celebrating, they had to burry a nineteen years old boy and two people, parents of a now orphanage baby. And fifty more people, not to mention the rest of the non-wizarding creatures which had died, hours before.
Harry felt his eyes full of tears. He had seen his parents some hours ago, and Sirius, and Remus, and Albus. And he had killed Voldemort. This damn scar would never hurt him again. Hermione would never tell him to close his mind. Harry smiled at the thought of his best female friend. She never imagined that he couldn’t close his mind as his body had to be shared by another’s soul’s part.
Harry felt, angry, dirty, and then happy. His body, his heart were finally his own. No more angry or desperate thoughts. No more actions under other’s thoughts. No more emotions which weren’t his. No more traveling through Voldemort’s vicious mind and gaze. No more Voldemort.
No more Voldemort
Hours ago, after Snape’s pensive. Harry couldn’t imagine he would survive this. But it was true. No more Voldemort.
He was ready to live his life, to do things. To rest, to travel, to be with his friends. To live and love. He was ready to be with Hermione and Ron. He was ready to love the girl he wanted. Ginny, Harry thought for a moment all the time he had been through the last months of his life. Then the battle and then the dream.
Ginny wasn’t always with him, nor was Ron, even if he had apologized for it.
Hermione was, A voice in his mind with Hermione’s tone said. And Harry smiled. Hermione, the most loyal person to him. The person which would yell at and she would smiled and try help. The girl who stayed with him, and not the boy when they fought in the tent, months ago. The person who helped him so much with the Horcuxes and the Hallows. The person who saved his life in Godric”s Hollow. The person who handed him some roses to give to his parents at Christmas night. The person who have cried for him more than anyone else. Harry never thanked Hermione, he released now. He never showed to her how grateful he was for her help.
He hadn’t time to do many things, but thank Merlin. His best friends were alive and he had the time to thank, live close and love them as he never did with someone else.
Harry dressed in clothes he found in the edge of his bed and said loudly, “Kreacher” .
A loud “crack” heard and the injured elf showed up and made a bow. Harry without even releasing it smiled at the sight of the small being. A part of the elf’s ear was missing.
