Hello people of fanfiction! this is my first story on here so it will only be a one-shot. Go easy on me please!
The war scarred everyone. But none as much as Harry Potter. He sat there in his house in Godric's Hollow thinking. Thinking how unfair it is that so many witches and wizards died because he wasn't fast enough to defeat Voldemort. Although no one blamed him he blamed himself. Ginny tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault. Ron, Hermione, Neville, they all told him that he was only human and everything was going to be okay. But it wouldn't be.
Sometimes during his thinking Harry heard Ginny walk in the room. She sat there on the bed watching him. Ginny knew exactly what he was thinking about. Once he turned to look at her, she got up and then walked over to where he was sitting at and gave him a hug. This seemed like the only way to make him feel better for at least a little bit.
They heard a knock on the front door but neither of them moved to answer it. " Harry! Ginny! Where are you guys?" yelled Hermione. Two sets of feet were heard on the stairs and suddenly they appeared at the door to the bedroom. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then walked over to them and joined the hug.
And for once Harry felt good again.
Well here it is! Please review because it's the first story I've made and so I don't feel its good enough. If I get reviews I might feel better about it. Even constructive criticism would be okay. So thanks!