Raised by people who don't love you and make you sleep in cupboard and exalted to fame while your very existence has threatened those you love and has caused others to lose their lives, how could you ever be normal? Magical powers aside
"What?" Harry asked, he had caught Hermione staring at him. Not the first time that evening either.
"Nothing." She said and quickly dropped her head back down to study the ancient tome on her lap. Harry sighed. He could let her continue to sit on whatever thoughts were troubling her except the problem was, every time he felt her staring at him it interrupted his studying and their Auror Practical Exams were only a few days away.
"Come Hermione, spit it out. We both know it's not nothing."
"Well, it's just..." Hermione looked at, and sighed. "How are you so normal?"
"Err, thanks?" Harry said, shaking his head and smiling a little.
"No, I mean, after everything you've been through. You're just so normal."
"We've both been through a lot Hermione." Harry dropped his head into his book. He wasn't entirely sure what Hermione was getting at, but he also wasn't sure he was particularly interested in pursuing whatever train of thought her mind was riding at the moment.
"Yes, and I don't feel quite the same as I used to." Harry saw Hermione's gaze fall on the picture of her parents. While Hermione had of course restored their memories, and of course forgiven her, Harry knew things weren't quite the same in the Granger household. It was one thing to know your daughter was a witch, who might clean dishes with just a flick of her wand, it was quite another to know she was capable of magic that could erase entire memories of your life and then send you packing to a foreign continent. For your own protection or not, such a realization might be a bit unsettling.
Harry had also overheard several rather awkward conversations.
"No Mum, I cannot spell Mrs. Roswith so she stops asking you just why you decided to move to Australia. I'm sorry Mum but doing magic on Muggles is strictly prohibited. Yes Mum, it's quite possible that if the Ministry hadn't been quite so busy with other things that I would have been severely punished."
Harry wondered what Wizard had gone to collect the Dursley's and see them safely home. He had even sometimes wondered if they house had been left unscathed or some Ministry Wizard had escorted the Dursley's back to a pile of rubble. It was quite possible that some Death Eater in a fit of pique might have decided to take their anger out on #4 Privet Drive, but he assumed any damage that had been done would have been set right by the Ministry.
He also thought Uncle Vernon might not consider it such a high price to pay to have Harry gone from their lives forever. Hadn't he always been sure Harry would burn down the house one day? He had just thought it would be Harry who did it, not just that it was Harry's fault.
A/N: Tell me what you guys think, should I keep going? Yes, there will be no plot, only conversations...