A/N: This is my first fan fiction. This is what I think happened between the last chapter of Deathly Hallows and the Epilogue. I know this has been done before, but I'm giving it a shot!
CHAPTER 1
"Harry!" Something hit Harry Potter in the head. "Harry, wake up!" snapped Ron. The black haired wizard blinked open groggy eyes. "What? I was trying to sleep, if you don't remember yesterday," snapped Harry. As soon as he said that, he knew he shouldn't have said that. Ron's face turned grim, and Harry could see a fresh tear drip down his grime and blood streaked face. "Ron- I'm sorry- I didn't-" Harry stuttered, memories of the Battle of Hogwarts, as some had started to call it, were all to fresh in everyone's mind. They got dressed in silence and headed down to the Great Hall. A lump rose in Harry's throat as he saw blood stains and rubble everywhere. Under the enchanted ceiling, which was pinkish-blue right now, survivors who had yet to return home were eating toast and eggs in silence. Harry sat down next to Ginny and Hermione. Instead of the happy chatter Harry had grown accustomed to over hearing everyday for 6 years, it was so quit you could hear a pin drop. Literally. Luna reached down to get the purple pin with radishes on it, not at all bothered by the 50+ people staring at her. Looking around, Harry realized that the ragged group of survivors had changed. Even Ginny wasn't the same girl she used to be. Time to face it, Harry. No-one, and I do mean NO-ONE will EVER be the same after this. This war has changed us all by ripping friends and family from our lives forever. Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius, James, Lily, Collin, and countless more have died in the 16 years since Voldemort came looking for you that Halloween night. The world as we know is over.
A/N: So? What do you think? Kind of short, I know. If anyone wants to beta, PLEASE tell me.
~Real