Chapter 1: Aftermath
Almost a year had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, magical society where desperately trying to rebuild what was left, even then peace seemed as an unreachable treasure, from time to time you could hear stories about rising death eaters cells attacking random people, and a Pureblood political movement that every day increased in power and influence, they said that the rising of Lord Voldemort was a consequence of giving the Muggle-borns and Half-bloods too many freedoms, and people believed in them because… well, because people were stupid and preferred to believe that someone else was guilty of their own sins.
This was what a young man scarred by the war think every now and then, people of the so-called "light" side looked at him as some kind of Messiah, the beacon of a new hope, with his friends as his apostles, how they could go on with their lives? How could they have so many hopes? How could they live? Ron just loved to be the center of everyone attention, a war hero and one of the youngest Aurors in history, Hermione didn´t like the fame but was making political profit with it, working for the DMLE and representing Harry in the Wizengamot, or better said, using the House of Potter and Black to stop the purebloods crazy attempts.
And there was Ginny, he knew she was deeply hurt by the loss of her family, and that her hopes to form a family with him were just an attempt to go on with their lives, but he couldn't, he was so broken, broken beyond repair. He was The Man-Who- Conquered, defeated fate and came victorious from the dead and prophecies, but what was he expected to do now?
War took everything from him, happiness, family, love… Yes, love, how many times he had tried to stop this feeling for her? How many times had he renounced the hope of someday be happy by her side? How many times had he sworn in vain that he seemed her just as a sister? But he was always late… First Krum and the damned yule ball, why he was so thick? She was the only woman in the whole Hogwarts he cared about and who he trusted and was comfortable, but no… you don't invite your sister to a dance, right? And then there was Ron, he couldn't take away from him the woman he loved, and even with the fights, she was happy right? When he was alone with her in the forest, running away, deep inside a dark voice that was his own hoped that it never ended, that someday she could see his feelings, that she could realize that Ginny was just a scape to not be the third wheel between his Friends…
But it was late, it was always late, he knew about their Kiss in the battle, and now they were engaged, he couldn't be such a git…
But nightmares didn't stop, voices screaming that it was all his fault, bloody corpses trying to drag him into darkness, and when he awoke alone in the middle of the night and remembered that the only woman who could stop the dreams was with another man, he hoped that those damned corpses would finish their work.
He barely got out from Grimmauld Place, first weeks there were too many funerals and ceremonies, then he just lost interest in the world, people didn´t understand why their saviour was like this, always with a sad gaze and a half smile, why he wasn´t happy, but even if he wanted to explain his reasons he couldn´t, he couldn't say aloud that he fought for a better world for the people he loved, for the woman he loved, but now he had lost purpose.
So, one night he prepared everything, took his wand and pointed it to his chest, to the witness if there was any a sickly Green light glow inside Grimmauld place, and then there was just silence…
I'm a huge Harmonie stories fan, and as you can guess this is my first attempt to write one, or better said, the first one I dare to publish, comments are welcome, I hope you enjoyed reading it, is just the beginning!