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Voldemort's downfall meant that Harry was finally able to rest after an entire year of running.
And he tried to rest, hand on his heart, he tried to, but between funerals and dealing with the repairs of Hogwarts, Harry barely had any time to breathe. Not to mention the guilt he felt for orphaning Teddy. Everything would have been better if Harry stopped making so many mistakes and killed Voldemort much sooner.
Harry would ponder on this issue often as he watched Teddy start to crawl, whilst Andromeda cried silent tears. Mrs Weasley also changed for the worse Harry noted, she's more quieter nowadays. George was the quietest though since losing a twin was a whole other realm of sadness. At least that's what Harry gathered.
Everywhere Harry looked there was grief, a stark reminder that he didn't finish the war fast enough, that he wasn't prepared enough. He still wasn't prepared enough to stare directly into the eyes of returning Hogwarts students, too full of guilt.
The idea came to him when he was playing quidditch, the gleam of the golden snitch thrown his mind back to third year. Back then, Hermione and him managed to save Buckbeak with a time turner.
A time turner...
Didn't the Ministry of Magic have a time room?
A/N: I need more of these stories so I'm throwing this out in the world so someone can make more to satisfy my greed. Thank you.