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A/N: No, no more Cole's Useless Ramblings, I got a bit tired of those. So yeah, this is what hapens after the Final Battle, it is the prequal to The Later Years which will be reposted when this is done. Please Review :)


Harry Potter stared out the window and into the colorless sky. The rain came down heavily, almost as heavily as the tears fell from Harry's eyes. Ginny Weasley was dead. Albus Dumbledore was dead. Seamus Finnegan, dead. Cho-Chang, dead. They were all dead, all of them were gone. And it was all Voldemort's fault.

But he was dead too. Harry Potter had killed Tom Marvalo Riddle, better known as Voldemort, the night before. Draco Malfoy, who Harry always sworn was working for the Death Eaters, helped him to defeat the Darkest Wizard of their time. Draco Malfoy had helped to kill Lord Voldemort.

Harry's face paled as he remembered the look in Ron's eyes as Ginny hit the floor so many months before. That look of utter amazement, of complete pain, it was enough to break his heart, it was enough to make him give up. But he didn't. He didn't because now he had a real reason to fight. His parents fought and died. Sirius fought and died. Cedric, Cedric had died trying to fight.

But Ginny hadn't fought, she hadn't even tried to fight. She wouldn't tell Voldemort what he wanted to know, she was loyal. She was loyal, and now she's dead. But that fact, the fact that Ginny died so Harry could survive forced Harry to go on. He didn't go on for himself, he had lost all of his self-love, but he went on for Ginny, because she had died to perserve his life.

And now it was all over, but at such a great price. Harry had lost one of his best friends, Ginny, who was also a sister, a daughter, and a girlfriend. Harrry had lost Arthur, Percy, Charlie, and George Weasley, who were very much his family. He had lost Dumbledore, who had been like a grandfather to him. Mrs. Figg, his friend, was gone. Seamus Finnegan, who didn't deserve to be in this war, who hadn't done anything besides support Harry, was dead. They were all gone. They had all left the living alone. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Lupin, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Neville were left to grieve for those they had lost. A father, brothers, teachers, friends, best friends, Mentors, and protectors. They were all gone.

But they had survive, even if they hadn't wanted to. They were still alive. And in three days they would be graduating. In three days they would be going out into the real world. But it couldn't be worse than what they were to face. It couldn't possibly be worse than death, than pain, than loss.

Harry Potter looked out the window of the Hospital Wing. Ron was lieing on the bed next to him, lifeless. No one knew if he was going to make it. Madame Pomfrey swore she had done all she could, and that they would just have to wait.

Harry looked out into the rain, and he whispered, "He's all we have left, he's all she has left. He's the only one that could make me smile when I felt like killing someone. Don't let him go, don't take him from us. Hermione would die, I would die. Don't take him..." the tears rolled down his face, and he could no longer control his sobs. So many where dead, there was so much blood. So many lives had been cut short, so many people would be orphans, or childless, or worse. And it was all his fault, all Voldemort's fault.

Harry Potter stared out the window and into the colorless sky. The rain came down heavily, almost as heavily as the tears fell from Harry's eyes. Hermione was alive. Remus was alive. Neville, alive. Luna, alive. So many had lived, and so many had to deal with the pain. Harry put his head down on the windowsill and fell into a light sleep, but just as he reached the plane of unconsciousness, he felt Ron grab his hand and squeeze it, before letting go.