"Pretend"

Summary: After the war Hermione asks Harry what they should do now.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling I did not write Harry Potter.

Harry never had a happy childhood. By the time he was seven. He knew 127 ways to bandage scars. His only companion was a daddy long legs he liked to call Bob. After the 17th beating of the week Bob asks him "What do we do now Harry?" Harry answers the only way he knows how to, "We pretend that we are safe."

Harry never had a happy adulthood. How could he with war looming? By the end of the war he knows 127 ways to cry without ever shedding a tear. 127 ways. One for each friend he's lost. After Ron dies Hermione asks him, "What do we do now Harry?" Harry answers the only way he knows how to, "We pretend that we are alive."