It was after the first month of the end of the War that Harry started seeing things.
Not as in demons, or anything of the like, but little things. There would be a spider on the wall when he looked, then a second later, it would be gone. One day it began to snow sparkles, but when he blinked in surprise, it stopped.
Overall, this didn't really bother Harry. He supposed it was some kind of coping mechanism, to deal with the sudden stress decrease after the War. Hermione had told him that might happen. So he didn't mention it to her when he'd see these things, even as they got bigger and bigger as time progressed.
It was after the second month that he began to see weird things happen to his friends.
He was over at Ron and Hermione's for dinner when it first occurred. They were casually eating the steak Hermione had made- ignoring the badly burned parts- when Hermione's hair became snakes. Harry stared, fork halfway to his mouth, and began to hiss. Quiet things, soft things, calming them down. Calming him down.
Then he blinked, but they were still there. Harry shrugged, smiled Hermione's question away with a "you just look pretty tonight" and continued eating.
During the work day, when he'd be chasing Death Eaters, Harry would ignore the strange things that went on. Houses growing faces. Tree roots coming out to grab him. Birds watching him.
The visions were always malevolent when he was working.
But it wasn't until one night, in the middle of sex with Ginny, that Harry realized he was having a problem. She went up in flames. Strangely, this did not deter Harry in the least. He just fucked the flames out.
It was after the third month that the voices came.
There were three of them, all different, all nice in their own way.
The female one, well, he called her Caroline. Caro was funny, commenting on the strangest things, but she was sweet as well.
There was Xavi, who was a worrier. He spoke most when Harry went out on a mission. His vocabulary was mostly limited to "Oh no. Oh my. Oh this doesn't look good."
Last, there was Andrew. Andrew was complex. He and Caro often fought, giving Harry a massive headache. Andrew liked being cruel. He liked to make fun of people for everything under the sun. But Andrew was also a huge whore, whispering filthy things Harry could do to just about anyone just about anyone. It was very distracting.
It was then Harry decided that he was insane. But he knew he was insane when, fourth months after the War, he saw Draco Malfoy and all the voices- his included- went "Oh."
A/N: Hey guys! Quick disclaimer- I own nothing. Now for the fun part. This is dedicated to my friend Aleksandra. This is also unbetaed and it'll probably stay that way. Any mistakes are my own. But um yeah. Hopefully I can keep this one up!