Writer's Note: Hello, avid fans of HP. This is my first ever try t writing FanFiction, after nearly two years of reading. Please do review, and tell me what you think! I would love your ideas and tips!
But really, please no flames. This really is my first try.
A Step to Healing
The War was over. His was yet to be.
It had been nearly a year since the Battle.
The Battle that had taken so much from them
There were still gaping holes left in his heart, where before, there were many living, breathing ones.
Remus. Tonks. Fred. Lavender. Snape. Dumbledore. Sirius. Dobby.
He still missed all of them. Missed the wisecracks Fred and Sirius would spout with a completely serious expression, setting them all off in laughter. Missed his habit of appearing out of nowhere in their room and scaring Hermione half to death. Missed Tonks, and her habit of tripping over that horrible troll's leg every time she walked in the front door at Grimmauld Place. Missed Remus' twinkling warm eyes.
He had eve forgiven Snape. He had justified all his acts. Or that's what he thought now anyway. The War had, at least, given them some peace. But it had taken so much as well. What he wouldn't give to see them one more time…
"Again, dear?"
He looked up from his reverie. She stood with a small smile in front of him. Her eyes conveyed understanding.
"It's nothing, really."
"Nonsense." She put down the breakfast tray she was carrying in front of him and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I know you too well to know that's not true."
"Oh, come on," he ducked with a half-heated grin, "I had to half-an-hour to tame that!" And you know they hate my unruly hair. I am not about to make another less-than-perfect impression." He sighed. "Not after almost two years."
Her eyes smoldered a little. "Let them say that to your face again. You're the only reason they're still alive."
"I know. But still..."
She lifted his chin up. "Look at me, love."
He looked up. "I know that you need to do this. But no matter what they say, you're a good person. I'm proud to you and your courage. Not many could do what you're about to."
His eyes softened. "I really needed to hear that."
"Anytime. Now eat." She said sternly. "I'll be back in a minute."
He chuckled and took a bite of toast. She could be so bossy sometimes.
Just after he was done, she came down.
"Ready?"
"Yes, dear. Have you had breakfast?"
"Already done." She held a hand out to him. "Shall we?"
Without answering, he took her hand, and they Disapparated.
They appeared at a place he thought he had said good-bye to already. Nearly two years ago.
It still looked surprisingly similar to his memories. The same, well-kept gardens, the same old cars, painstakingly maintained and cleaned. The same sprayers watering the delicately manicured lawns. He vaguely wondered if Mrs. Figg still lived somewhere around.
In front of them was a place he did not want to step in again. But he knew, he had to, if he wanted to live in peace again.
Harry was back in Privet Drive.
Ginny, sensing his discomfort, reached down and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. It's okay, love. You know this will help."
He looked at her lovingly, grateful for the support. "I know, Gin." Giving her a quick hug, he said, "Okay, let's go."
They walked off together to Number 4. Hopefully, to reconcile a part of his life that would forever be melancholy to him.
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