Disclaimer: Don't own harry potter or any of the books/films.
A/N: My first Harry Potter fan fiction so tell me what you think just please don't be harsh. Wrote this listening to one of my favorite songs fallen though it fit with the story. Enjoy.
Chapter 1-
Harry.
It was an unusually sunny day in London. The normal dismal September sky broke into a cloudless golden morning. A perfect way Harry thought to sum up his life. Up until now the expectation for him was bleak grey but now Voldemort had been vanquished and his followers dwindled down to almost nothing he found himself,for the first time,free. Free to live a normal life. Which presented itself,to him a whole new problem. Up until now his life had been clear and simple. Find and kill very last piece of Voldemort until he was nothing but a scary story told to first years at school. Now with him gone what was he supposed to do now?
Ron and Hermione.
The breeze blew the crystal white curtains over the wooden table. Hermione stood and walked onto the balcony wearing a thin cotton shirt. She smiled as another day broke over Australia. Her parents,who were sleeping in another room, had built up a large business her in Sydney it hadn't taken long for her to track them down and reverse the spell she had cast before embarking on her journey along side her friends to bring down the vilest creature that had walked the earth. but she shook her head refusing to let thoughts of the past ruin her time here which sadly would be short. sounds of deep snoring broke her chain of thought. Her smile grew wider as she finally realized what it meant. They were free. She closed the glass doors and climbed back into bed burying her head into Ron's bare chest.
He sat in solitude. Not even Kreacher dared disturb him. He waved his wand soppily causing the bottle to spill over his empty glass. He drained it within seconds. He slipped further and further into a deep sleep.
"Harry...We're back" Hermione called from the foot of the stairs Ron next to her struggling with 16 suitcases. Kreacher stalked form the kitchen and bowed low his drooping ears touching the floor "Master Weasley mistress Granger there's a stew waiting for you" He said before rushing to help Ron with the suitcases. "Thanks Kreacher wheres Harry" Ron asked.
"Master Potter is..." Kreacher said looking sideways,"In his study"
"What's wrong" Hermione asked her face immediately twisting into concern.
"Master Potter is...troubled" Kreacher said rushing back into the kitchen as though he had said something bad. Hermione turned to Ron but found he was one step ahead and had run up the stairs. He waited for her at the landing. As they walked down the landing the smell of alcohol grew stronger. They pushed open the door to find Harry slumped over his desk the floor littered with empty bottles both muggle and wizard brand. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and knew both were thinking the same Harry was falling.
