A/N - This story will contain slash. It is Harry/Draco/Edward. It will have m/m so if that is not your thing, please hit reverse and back out. I will note on chapters that will have lemons if you wish to skip. I have no beta so mistakes are my own. I will be updating slowly but will not abandon.
The war was over. It had only been a few hours since he collapsed. The nightmares had taken him as soon as his eyes closed. They were overwhelming, unforgiving and merciless. He woke terrified to everyone in exhausted sleep. He could barely remember passing out.
Harry looked down at himself to the same dirty clothes he'd been wearing throughout the battle. He could feel the wand in his pocket throbbing against his skin. He slid his fingers in his pocket and pulled out the wand he wished he'd never seen.
The death stick, the most coveted wand, or to Harry's mind, the one thing he never wanted to lay eyes on again. He stood up and walked out of the room. The Gryffindor tower was silent. The war had taken its toll. He walked down the stairs and past the grand hall. People were milling around over the covered bodies of the dead. He knew which ones were the people he loved. He moved from them. He checked his pockets for his wand. He pulled out two, the elder wand and Draco's. He pulled the broken shards of his wand from the small bag around his neck. He wondered if the most frightening wand imaginable would let him repair it.
He used the spell and watched in wonder as his wand with a crack fixed itself. Red sparks shot out of the end and he almost lost himself in tears. He had his wand again. Nothing on this day could have taken away the depth of hopelessness inside him but this. He walked down the stairs to the docks and turned away and headed to Dumbledore's grave. He stood looking at the broken marble to the wizard Voldemort feared.
Harry moved to place the wand inside when a branch snapped behind him. Harry whirled around to see three men walk out of the forest. He was so shocked the cutting curse slammed into him before he could move. He needed to apparate. He gripped the elder wand and slammed all three with BOMBARDA.
His legs hit the ground he was loosing a lot of blood. Harry felt his core trying to heal the damage. Without the horcrux, his power was breathtakingly unbelievable. He apparated slamming into the ground and trembled before darkness took him.
He woke to darkness. It could have been days, minutes, or seconds. He was so exhausted he could barely open his eyes. He fought his body and stood on wobbly legs and shuddered. His magical core was at zero. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Damn it all to hell."
Wasn't it enough he survived the war to be stranded Merlin only knew where.
He ran his fingers over his body. His clothes were shredded like tissue paper. Bloody great, he thought. He probably looked like a bad horror movie extra if muggles saw him. He couldn't stay here. He began to walk. He pulled out his wand and stuck the other two into his pouch.
"Lumos."
Nothing happened. Of course not, he muttered half heartedly to himself. He cursed inward and began walking.
The trees towered over him. The stars and half moon barely gave him enough light to walk through the trees. He could wait for daylight but he knew he couldn't sleep his body had been out for Merlin knows how long and he was furious. He couldn't have just stayed in bed and listened to Ron and Neville's snoring. It was so much a better reality than this trek through the woods.
He heard movement then several people walked out of the trees, two girls and two guys. He looked around and self consciously baulked. He knew what he looked like. He could barely see them in the dark.
The shortest one took a step forward. Her small voice floated around them. "Are you okay?"
He couldn't help himself. He snorted out a laugh.
"Depends on the day." Was all he could reply.
The clouds opened up and for the first time the sky casted down enough light for him to see. His eyes were glued to the man in front of him, Cedric.
His feet propelled him on. He couldn't help himself. Cedric was dead. He moved walking to Cedric falling on his knees in front of him. His hands lifted gripping the side of Cedric's pants. He leaned forward pushing his forehead against his knees.
"Cedric, I'm so sorry. I brought your body back. I'm so sorry, Cedric. I wouldn't let him have your body. I did as you asked. I let your parents grieve."
He gripped harder as the first sob whipped out of him and echoed around the forest. The weight of everything and the death of the ones he loved dragged him to oblivion.