I Don't Own Harry Potter

One-Shot

After

Dead...all of them. Dead. Harry dragged his feet along, he didn't bother to celebrate, he willed himself forward. His feet heavy on the dark grounds of the red and grey castel. His eyes were void of most emotions, as he walked down the stone covered path. So many dead, all he loved.

They say, theirs no such thing as true victory. You can fight all you want, but it all ends with pain. So much pain.

Harry thought this to himself, his arms limp as he walked, he felt like he weighted a ton. It was so heavy, to just walk forward. But, inspite of it all, he kept forward, dragging all the dead in his heart. A voice will him to move forward. He just had to go, dragging himself to the grounds and forest.

But, inspite of that, why did war come to it all?

He pondered this question as he walked through the woods of the forbbidon forest. Everythign step left tracks, and bits of blood. He felt so tired, so weak. But, he couldn't rest, Harry felt like he'd never would sleep again. Their faces showed over and over. Dead...All of them.

To celebrate after is meaningless. Too many were lost to celebrate right after the war. First comes grief, the celebrate.

Once to the cliff, over looking the seas, Harry fell over, laying on the cold grass and dirt. He felt so sleepy, so very sleepy. He just wanted rest now, a dreamless rest. This one, Harry knew, wouldn't have a dream, but a reality.

There's a voice that called to me. And it's all I have known, I did not lead them to death. The man did it himself, lead us all to that spot.

Harry blinked once, then twice, and slowly his eyes slipped closed. But, before that, his felt something touch his cheek. It was wet and cold, then more followed. Rain. That was the sign for him, he stopped fighting it, and fell into a dizzy blackness. Allowed his body to fall off the cliff and drown into the dark waters below.

'Harry, wake up dear.' he heard, he slowly opened his eyes to bright green grass and blue skies. He looked at a red haired women with green eyes.

'Welcome home, dear.' she told him softly. Harry smiled, the rain was a good thing. It was time to wash away the offence. And begin in a new era of both love and lost.

He was home, loved and wanted. So he left behind that world, and enter this new one. White sheet and a Pen.

Can be used as a story if anyone wants it.