Harry Potter after the war

Chapter 1: The nightmare

I would like to say something. 

I am not supportive of JK Rowling's views on the LGBTQ community. Trans people are people too and no one deserves to be mocked and hurt for who they are. If you wanna tlak feel free to message me, I'm pretty chill. 

Also this is really bad why are you reading this???

Harry's P.O.V.

I was standing in the Great Hall after the battle. All I could see were the bodies. I saw a flash of red hair. Fred. No. No. Fred can't be dead. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I see the bodies of Dobby, Dumbldore, Snape, Remus, Tonks. They're all dead, and countless others. And it's all my fault. They are all dead, and it's because of me. I turn around. I see Ron, and Hermione. They look at me disgusted. "It's your fault he's gone!" Ron calls to me. 

Everyone is screaming. I can't. I can't.

My eyes fly open. Ron is shaking me. "Mate are you alright??" He asks concerned. "I'm fine." I lie. I am far from fine. I get out of bed. "Where are you going??" Ron asks. "Just to get some water." I reply. "Okay, hurry though. Mum will kill you if she finds out your in the kitchen at 2:00 in the morning." Ron says. "I know." I say back.

Well, how was that for a first attempt. Please tell me what I can do better. Thanks!!! ❤❤❤