House; Hufflepuff
Type; Drabble
Prompt; Breakfast
Word Count; 494
A light flittered through Harry's closed eyelids, rousing him from his dreamless slumber. He fought the urge to wake up, not wanting to leave his peaceful, worriless world that had encompassed the last day of his life. The fear of it being a dream gripped him tightly, he wasn't ready to go back. He would never be ready. He feared that the war could still be raging on around his quiet little bubble and he begged merlin for nothing more that it to not be so.
The smell of bacon and eggs suddenly assaulted his nose, a soft click of the door was audible and the shaking of glasses on an unsteady tray. Forcing himself to face reality Harry carefully opened his emerald green eyes to the sight of Ron's small room at the top of The Burrow. Beams hung low from the ceiling and clothes were strewn across the room, over the small desk that stood in the window, across the floor and draped on Ron's bed. By the door Ginny stood, holding a tray that was overflowing with food.
"Good afternoon sleepy head," she sang, approaching the low temporary bed Harry was asleep on, she carefully lowered herself down to sit by his feet.
"Afternoon?"
"You slept all day, it's three in the afternoon," she stated, beckoning him to sit up and pushing the tray of food between them. "I thought you might appreciate a full stress free english breakfast," the smell had Harry salivating, he headn't realised how hungry he was. His eyes met Ginny's hazel ones and she let out a sigh of relief, "I can't believe it's finally over."
It hadn't been a dream. Immediately a weight lifted off of Harry's chest, like he could breathe properly again, his head felt fuzzy and strange without the constant dread and worry that had followed him around for so long.
He felt light and yet so very confused, confused about his next steps. He didn't know what life was like without a long standing, prominent, life and death goal. What happened with school, with Hogwarts? He'd missed seventh year, not that it had been much of a year. A room, somewhere to live, he very much doubted the Dursleys would take him back, maybe he could stay in Ron's room for a while. The Weasleys wouldn't mind or rent a room, surely he had enough for a year or two until he figured things out?
His mind span furiously, filling itself with new worries. Ginny picked up his hand bringing his attention back to him. Her ginger hair falling in strands across her face, standing out against her flowing white dress.
"For today it's only us. For today nothing outside this house exists."
And of course, like usual, she was right. For today there would be only his friends, his family, their great accomplishment, and the great peace it brought. For today there would be no worries, that was for tomorrow.