Straight To My Head || Harry&Ginny Oneshot Collection

After The War.

(cover photo made by me)

It was over. The war was finally over. They had won. He had won. Finally, the dark Lord was defeated and the wizarding world could live in peace. Well once the remaining death eaters had been rounded up and captured. The long days and sleepless nights were worth the feeling Harry Potter had in his chest right now.

But the hopeful, weight lifting feeling he had in his chest didn't outweigh the feeling of pain and tiredness he felt. Sure he could finally relax now, but he also had time to think now. Time to think about the friends he'd lost, the sacrifices made and the loved ones no longer with him. He was able to think of all the people who had given their life to protect him.

It also meant his thoughts were free to drift back to a certain redhead. Harry was forced to keep Ginny out of his thoughts as much as he was physically able. But now that Voldemort was no longer connected to his mind, he was free to think about her as much as he desired.

Walking through the castle felt bittersweet to Harry. What remained of the walls, held so many memories for Harry, some good and some bad. He could almost see the hustle and bustle of students rushing to their classes and laughing with their friends. As he stopped down a particular corridor, he smiled to himself. The burnt tapestry and scorched paintings almost taunted him. He approached the empty frame and paused. He didn't need a password, he knew that. There was no need for a password, the frame was barely attached to the wall. However he still found himself muttering the all too famous words that would allow him entrance to his common room.

Stepping inside caused Harry's breath to catch in his throat. Books scattered around the room, parchment lingering, the smell of burt debris filled his nose. The furniture was barely standing. He could only imagine the chaos and fear the students had to endure while he was gone. Once again his thoughts drifted back to Ginny. His mind swirled back to the time he had spent watching her on the marauders map, hoping she was safe and unharmed. How he had wished he could see her, just once.

His thoughts were interrupted by whispered voices. Harry turned to see Neville and Luna entering the portrait hole.

"Hello Harry." Luna smiled her famous friendly smile at Harry.

"Neville, Luna." Harry nodded to his friends in greeting. He tried to smile but he knew it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Everything okay?" Neville asked.

Harry paused for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know."

"If you'd like to talk, we have plenty of time." Luna grinned.

This time Harrys smile did reach his eyes. A chuckle escaped his lips.

"I guess we do." Harry smiled.

He sat down on one of the crimson armchairs and let his head drop into his hands. With a sigh, he ran his hands over his face.

"Some year hey?" Neville sighed as he sat down on the couch. Luna sat beside him.

"You can say that again." Harry snorted.

"At least we had a roof over our heads. I can only imagine what you three went through." Neville smiled gently.

"It wasn't the easiest year, I'll admit." Harry nodded.

"You wanna talk about it?" Neville asked.

Harry shook his head. "Not yet."

He wasn't ready to talk. He wasn't ready to relive every painful detail that had shaped his previous year. He wasn't ready to open that chest just yet. Right now he was keeping that chest securely locked and hiding it.