PEN PALS ⚡️DRARRY

after the battle of hogwarts

HARRY POTTER WAS
A MESS.

[unedited]

A tired, grieving boy; the remains of a long and destructive war.

They had died in his name, in the name of goodness, and justice, and the promise of a better Wizarding World.

Harry cleared his eyes of any of the tears that were threatening to fall and vowed his friends and family would not die in vain. He'd help rebuild the ruin that was Hogwarts, mourn for Fred and encourage George to continue Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, raise Teddy how Lupin and Tonks would've, tell Ginny he loved her, personally meet with all of the parents of those that had fought with him...

But they don't need me Harry thought, they just want their children back.

"And that's the only thing I can't do."

He sat down in despair, tired from helping Oliver Wood carry all of the bodies, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

They called him a hero, but that was the last thing Harry felt like at the time.

He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder and quickly turned around.

"It's all right Harry." Ginny Weasley said soothingly. Her eyes were red from crying.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize, Harry, don't you dare apologize. It's-it's not your fault, okay?"

"Nothing ever seems to be." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

He sighed. "Isn't it obvious, Ginny? All these people," His eyes scanned went to the bodies lying in corners of the Hall," they died for me. For Harry-bloody-Potter, the Chosen One. And I can't even do anything besides go to funerals and acknowledge people that I either barely knew or people that are, literally, the reason why I'm still alive and breathing!

Fred, Remus, Tonks...I mean, Colin Creevey, the Colin Creevey that I always avoided at all costs and never even talked to in actual-friendly-conversation terms, snuck in to fight for me. He died for me. And all I can think of right now is, would I have done the same for him?" Harry's hands were shaking and his voice cracked at the end.

Ginny looked at the person in front of her. Yes, they were all pretty broken and upset, but Harry was in pieces. And maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but Ginny said the one thing that she thought of the whole situation.

"You've had it pretty bad, Harry Potter, and it's perfectly fine to be sad. Merlin knows I'm not throwing festive kale around, but it doesn't mean you should devote your entire existence to crying over things that you can't change, things that weren't your fault."

Ginny continued.

"Voldemort was an arsehole, a bald-egg headed arsehole, and if there's anyone to blame it's him. Not you. You are such a kind, selfless person who would die for the greater good without hesitation. And we fought for you because we know that, Harry, you're a good person."

You're a good person.

Harry smiled slightly, Ginny always knew what to say and could always make even the shittiest moments better. It was one of the many reasons Harry loved her. And if he were to ever marry anyone and spend the rest of his days with someone, it would be Ginny Weasley.

His thoughts were interrupted by said Weasley.

"Listen, I've got some things I need to do and places to go. See you later?"

He nodded.

The redhead smiled and pecked him on the lips before walking away, leaving Harry to his own thoughts again.

He had to do something. Or more specifically, write a letter to someone.