The Boy-Who-Lived stood tall and proud in his wizard robes, his shaggy hair was in his green eyes and he was smiling, Lord Voldemort was dead and he was receiving his First Class Order of Merlin along with Hermione and Ron. He would miss Remus, Tonks, George, and everyone else who died. That is everyone but Voldemort. The Wizarding world was finally at peace for now.
"Has there been any change?"
"No, Doctor Granger, the boy is the same as always. Still convinced people are trying to kill him."
"I see." The words came out sadly; it had been the same for seven years now. Ever since he repeatedly rammed his head into a snake display window at the zoo on his cousins birthday outing he had been this way. He had received serious head trauma. Nobody knows exactly what had set him off but he was now obviously insane.
They had to keep the boy separated from people, every time he was around other patients he started screaming about Death Eaters and attacked them. At lunch he would take his plastic spoon and pretend it was a wand. Clearly this boy was delusional.
"I've done it!" the patient, Harry Potter, shouted, waving a spoon in the air, "I killed Lord Voldemort!" He saw Doctor Granger and ran over to her, hugging her and nearly knocking the glasses off her face. "We did it, Hermione!" He smiled widely at her in pure bliss.
Doctor Granger smiled back, a few curls escaping from her bun, "Good job Harry, you did it." Maybe now he could get better, she thought to herself. Maybe there was now hope for the teenage boy.