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Chapter One: Mad Man

Harry Potter's eyes open to a bright, sunny light and sees Hermione Granger sleeping peacefully, her soft breaths blowing her hair back and forth. He smiles. Seeing her peaceful always fills him with peace too, like everything is finally alright in the world. Harry knows he can breathe, but every time he tries to take a deep breath, he just sees his friend's dead faces.

And his throat constricts.

He breaks down in a cold sweat, tears clouding his vision.

His breathing comes out ragged and hoarse.

Hermione wakes up, her brown eyes glinting with worry.

"Harry...It's okay. It's okay. Deep breaths." She says, grabbing his hand.

Harry started calming down. He pulled Hermione close, tucking her head underneath his chin. Hermione feels him tenderly stroke her hair.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Well, maybe if I would've just done found a way to kill Voldemort earlier..."

Hermione cuts him off. "No, Harry. There's nothing we could've done for the people who died. They chose to fight, and so they did. They died fighting."

"I-I know. But it doesn't help the guilt."

She kissed him. "I know."

Hermione goes to go make some waffles and jam for the both of them, so that gives Harry time to get ready for the day. In their cozy little apartment tucked in London, there was plenty of room for the both of them. There was two bedrooms, bathroom, large kitchen and living room. With Harry's fortune, he could pretty much afford any apartment he wanted. But of course he didn't want to spend it like a mad man.

Harry got out of the shower to be awaited with freshly cooked waffles with jam. One of his favorites.

"Yum, Hermione."

Harry took a plate and started digging in.

Then he paused.

"Wait...Why were you in my bed?" He asked confused.

Hermione looked at him, pitifully.

"You were crying in your sleep, so I snuck in and fell asleep."

Harry looked down embarrassed, slowly picking at his waffles now. What is wrong with me? He thought, annoyed. Soon Hermione going to just think I'm going mad.

"Harry, I think you should get into therapy. Honestly," She sighed. "I think we should all do it. Me, you, Ron. I-I can't stop thinking about the people who died. Lavender's face…"

Rage filled Harry. He slammed down his fork.

"I get it Hermione. I know I'm going mad, okay? I know it was all my fault. They are all dead because of me."

Hermione stricken with surprise, her mouth hanging wide open.

"Harry, I didn't mea-"

Harry threw on his shoes and coat.

"Just forget it. I need some air." And he slammed the front door behind him.

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading my fanfic, I will be continuing to add chapters frequently. (By the way, the date is 7/20/18 so you know if you are reading this recently or not...) I've got big plans for this story so stay tuned and review! :D