Harry Potter after the war

Chapter 2.

Harry's P.O.V.

As I walked downstairs, Hermione stuck her head out of her and Ginny's room. "Are you alright Harry?" "Fine. Just had another nightmare." I lie. "Just going to get some water." "I'll come with you," She says softly, stepping out onto the landing. "You were screaming louder then before." "I know. It's getting worse..." I say. "No one will judge if you don't go back Harry." Hermione says. "I know."

We sit on the couch. "I just.....I loved it there. But I don't know if I can." I say slowly. "It's gonna be okay Harry. No one blames you." Hermione says.

Hermione's P.O.V.

Harry stares off into space. He is pale, and has bags under his eyes. He has has so little sleep since the War. He hardly eats. Molly keeps trying to get him to eat, but the more she tries, the less he eats. We are all worried about him. Even Percy. "Mione, are you alright?" Harry asks. He is such an idiot. We are all healing, he is getting worse. I should be asking him that. "Yes I am." We go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Today technically. 

Harry's P.O.V.

We rush to get on the Hogwarts Express. I don't know what I got myself into. I don't know if I can do this. Going and helping with the repairs was bad enough. Ron puts his hand on my shoulder. "Come on mate. Let's go find a compartment." "Don't you have prefect stuff??" I ask. "We do. But your more important." Hermione says. "Thanks guys." I say softly. 

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We have just arrived. Oh Gosh. I step off the train onto the platform.........