AN- I don't own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does, I also don't own the song this is inspired by it belongs to StarKid.
"I've been alone surrounded by darkness and I've seen how heartless the world can be."
Images of his parents, Sirius, Remus, Hedwig, Fred, everyone who had died flooded his mind. He could see them. "Mum? Dad? what are all of you doing here?" He looked around to see a room he vaguely remembered. "What do you mean here?" His father asked. "What's wrong sweet heart?" Lily asked putting a hand on her sons shoulder. He could feel her warm hand on his shoulder, his mothers touch was soft and comforting. "Never mind," he said giving her a weak smile and looking around. "W-where are we exactly?" "Godrics Hollow, don't recognize your own house mate?" Sirius asked. "I'm a bit confused today it seams." "Your sure there's nothing wrong?" Remus asked. "Positive."
Harry jolted upright in bed. He looked around Ron's room, he was alone. He wiped the sweat off his brow. He had the same dream every night it seemed to get realer every time. It had been a weak sense the battle of Hogwarts, the only people he had left was Ron's family and Hermione. Still he felt alone, with no 'family' left. He was small and the rest of the work was fifty feet tall towering over him. And he would cower from it because Volemort may be gone but so many people went along with him.
He glumly walked down the stairs and to the table. "Morning," everyone said. The Weasley's were still mourning for Fred, so were Harry and Hermione for that matter. "How did you sleep dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked him. "Alright."
"I've seen you crying you felt like it's hopeless I'll always do my best to make you see."
Ginny opened the door reluctantly and quietly. What she saw saddened her, Harry lay asleep on the floor with tear stained cheeks, the photo book Hagrid had given him lay next to him. She snuck into the room and closed the book and set it atop of the dresser. She then draped a blanket over his sleeping form, and kissed his cheek. She knew that he was like this because he had hope before the battle that no one else would die because of him. He was wrong, and he blamed himself for every death during the war. She flicked the lights off and left him to rest.
"'Cause baby you not alone 'cause your here with me and nothing's ever gonna bring us down 'cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you and you know it's true it don't matter what'll come to be our love is all we need to make it through..."
"I-it's all my fault their dead Ginny," he choked out. "No it's not, it Voldemorts fault. You killed him, everyone's safe again." "I'm alone, what if I lose you or Hermione o-or Ron?" "You won't be getting rid of is anytime soon. And your not alone you have me, and everyone else. Love is all you need to make it through." He dried his eyes and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you!"
"Our love is all we need to make it through."