All was well.
But was it?
Ginny, Ron and Hermione thought so, but I couldn't quite agree. I mean, sure, my scar wasn't hurting anymore. But was that the be all and end all of my troubles? Far from it. There was the troubled marriage, the flashbacks and the nightmares. Oh the nightmares. Screams, shouts, blood and tears ran through my head every night. Teddy shooting me murderous looks as he looks over his parents' dead bodies, Mrs Weasley hitting me and telling me it was all my fault that her child was dead. The bodies lined up in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, a symbolic tribute to the lost, the departed souls who had fought and given their lives for my cause. How could I ever repay them? How could I ever shake off the guilt that I felt when I saw the families ripped apart by the loss of a loved one. I had no one to turn to, the Weasleys were grieving, they didn't want an outsider, Remus and Sirius were dead, and Hermione was finding her parents again. I was well and truly alone, abandoned.
Then there was the marriage I was unhappy in, the marriage I had never truly been happy in. I had married Ginny because she had turned up on my doorstep at Grimmauld Place telling me she was pregnant. I could hardly turn her down could I? Being the stickler for tradition that I was, I married her instantly, before it begun to show that she was pregnant. She was happy, yet I wasn't. I thought it would all be solved when James arrived, but it wasn't. I love my son; don't get me wrong, that day was the happiest of my life. But my feelings for Ginny weren't strengthened by the arrival of a baby. The same thing happened with Lily and Albus Severus; I loved the children more than anything in the world, but not their mother.
But me being the man I put on a brave face and told the world the same message.
All was well