A/N: I've begun to create a collection of these stories. They are just situations happening after the final war. Each one is about a different character. They're pretty poetic, so if you like such stories, this is for you. Enjoy.
Story 1: One last Golden Day.
Harry stood at the waters edge, through not really knowing where he was. He breathed in all that he knew, and deeply swallowed his past. He was willing to leave it all behind. And though the angels cried out too, they couldn't stop the pain inside. The pain, that said he had one last golden day. And through the memories that flowed by, he saw his friends laughing and he cried inside. No one really understood all the pain all the sorrow that he felt every night when he slept. And every morning when he'd wake. And through that faint period when he would dream… when he would dream. And he knows that the time is near as he watched the sunset die. And time fly, though the moments when he didn't cry. When he laughed with Ron and made up predictions on their star chart. When they plotted how to get Malfoy expelled. When Hermione would be the voice of reason. Although they always got her to laugh anyway. And how he had envied all those times he saw Mrs. Weasley at her children's side, wishing he could be one of her children too. What would they all say, if they knew he had one last Golden day? He remembered the warm touch of his Godfathers hand when he put it on his shoulder, saying all would be all right. How he lied, that everything would be better in the end. They had both known the truth, but at least it was comforting for that moment, when they had each other. And How Dumbledore's eyes would twinkle when Harry called his name. And the pride Harry would always feel when that headmaster would smile his way. And those times he would talk to him and that old man would understand while secretly revisiting his own past. When Ginny would offer to take his hand. He had never felt so good, yet felt so bad. He knew then he had to leave her behind. They were running of time. And what would she say, if she knew he had one last golden day…? Broken apart, by all those times he and Ron would stay up at night and talk about everything, yet nothing at all. All those times Hermione would smile guiltily to herself when she promised she wouldn't help them with their exam notes… and then did anyway. And those simple moments when all three of them would walk down by the lake and not talk at all, but just walk side by side and ponder, enjoying one another's company. When Harry would savor those moments of feeling like a normal teenager. Like he was just like everyone else. He never had a friend growing up. Ever. His cousin had made sure of that. He had always been that weird Harry Potter in baggy clothes and messy hair. The boy who could never be heard saying a word. He had never told Ron or Hermione any of that. He never needed to. When he had met them, everything had changed. He had friends. Someone to talk too. To sit by. To laugh with. And they would never know how much that meant to him. If only they knew. And these past few days, as he saw average people walking around while laughing and chatting merrily, he wanted to slap those stupid smiles off their faces. It wasn't fair. Because life's not fair… although it should be. Torment and torture where soaked up in his green eyes. He would never ride a broom ever again. He would never laugh with Ron, or argue about homework with Hermione. He would never hold Ginny's hand… What would they say to him now? Did they know that he had one last Golden day? The pink and golden sky reflected on his glasses. The day was growing dim, and only a sliver of the sun was still showing. It was slowly fading. and so was he. He enjoyed it for the last time.
"Are you ready?" Asked a soothing voice from behind him. "It's time to let it go, Harry. Let it go."
Harry nodded. He was afraid to look down. Afraid to see a bloody stain on his shirt where blood would be spilling from his broken heart. Holding back tears and displaying a sense of dignity with his head held up high, he walked toward a figure on the ground. He looked over the dead body of a boy who had once carried to many burdens and sorrows. The boy who had been tormented by the past he did not know and the lightning shape scar that rested on his head to remind him painfully everyday. The boy who had once so strongly believed that once he died, all his pain would end. The voices of his friends running toward his fallen body echoed in his ears. The voices that would soon be only a memory. He didn't want to watch their reactions when they found his lifeless shell. So he looked back only once more at his friends running his way, if only at a distance. Then he stepped away from his body. And Joined the group of fallen heroes that lay before him. James smiled at him. Sirius gazed warmingly at him, and as he grabbed his mother's hand to eternally join her, he heard Dumbledore whisper in his ear, "Death is but the next great adventure."
With a restless tear and a wondrous smile spreading across his face, he walked into the dead sunset with the others. All weights lifted. The dark Lord dead, and his mother and father at his sides. Death was to be the next great adventure, and the past was but a memory that he had left behind. He would only ever stop to cherish that one last moment, when he had kissed Ginny, when he sat by Ron, when he talked to Hermione, when he won the battle, and before hand, when they had all put their weary heads together in silence and remembered all they had ever been through together. What was to be their last moments to ever see each other face to face. For it had truly been his one, last, golden day.