It is a sad thing when peace is difficult to get used to–something Harry had realized while being stuck in just that transitioning period. Finding out one's new flat has rodents inhabiting it by frying his favorite sofa in defense against the pitter-patter of little feet is not fun, and does not recommend one to one's landlady, celebrity or no. A dozen similar incident's preceding the aforementioned, of a similar nature, and another few after, and eventually he does get kicked out.
But it's okay, because by then he has gotten down on one knee for a certain lovely redhead, made a complete idiot of himself, and still received a positive answer.
After war, the world keeps turning, and the wedding goes smoothly, and he is okay, for a wonderful few moments. Before he knows it, his wonderful, frightening wife is pregnant, and even more frightening. Their first kid is born, and James Sirius Potter has Ginny's eyes and his horrid hair, and learns to smile within the month and doesn't ever really stop. Harry graduates from the Auror Academy with flying colours, and Ginny becomes pregnant again. His life doesn't even appear to be his life anymore, because no one seems to want him dead.
It is odd, and fantastic, and over.
His head is pounding, and he is lying in a very uncomfortable position on unevenly cut stone floors. A dungeon.
And his scar is burning.
Wait–his eyes fly open–
His scar is burning.
After the initial oh, shit, he for a moment considers passing out, but an incredibly painful boot to the gut has him hopping to attention immediately. A quick glance up shows someone who he almost assumes is Lucius Malfoy, and then realizes that he has never seen Lucius Malfoy so young or with such short hair. He has never seen him look quite so cruel, either, and it is a surprise to recognize Draco Malfoy in this monster, albeit rather well-hidden by scars. Draco Malfoy, who had been very solidly reformed as of the last time Harry had seen him.
The thought that he might be caught in some sort of nightmare tugs at him, and is rapidly discarded as another kick is administered to a much more sensitive area of his body. Before his eyes slam shut with the absolute agony, he sees a malicious smile grow on The Attacker's face (Draco Malfoy is exempt from accusation until Harry can figure out what the hell is going on). The Attacker chuckles.
"Time to get up, Prisoner. The Dark Lord has a few...questions for you."
If he wasn't already cold in his tracks, this would freeze him.