I wanted to write a post DH fanfic for a while so here you go

Disclaimer :all characters and previous events are owned by JK Rowling

Harry awoke to feeling more peaceful than he had in a long while. The most prominent difference was the lack of stinging pain from his scar, which had become such a constant thing he had almost forgotten it had existed. He had the feeling he had been asleep for a long while because he was now more rested than he had been for the past couple of months. Harry stretched his arms out wide and let out a yawn.

There was something nagging at the back of his mind. Something important and ghastly had occurred he knew, but it was such a nice feeling to not feel, to not think and to simply not remember. Harry slumped back onto the four poster bed behind him and stared at the royal red and gold wallpaper in his dorm, trying his best to ignore the memories trying to break out of the wall he had built to keep them in.

For how long he was successful, he knew not, but eventually the memories started to replay on loop in his head. An explosion, Fred's unmoving body, pale and limp, flashes of lights, the shrieking of a child, a mane of bright red hair, a fiery inferno, the talk with Dumbledore, a portrait of a young girl swinging open, the glint of a sword swinging through the air, Snape's eyes staring into his, a menacing green light hurling towards him, Lupin's cold hand wrapped around Tonk's, a high commanding voice inviting him to die.

They wouldn't stop, no matter what Harry did to try. He let out a low sob, tears spilling out of the corner of his eyes, allowing out the frustration and emotions that he had blocked up over the past few days. Maybe occlumency would help? In his mind, Harry pictured a black void, thinking of nothing but it. It stopped the memories but did nothing about the voices.

"STOP! The dark lord wants him alive"
"So the boy... The boy must die?"
"I wish I were dead"
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
"Harry potter, the boy who lived"
"Invincible masters of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
"We shall go to the castle to show the what has become of their hero"
"SILENCE"
"Fight the dark lord in the name of Regulus. Fight"
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
"Do you understand now, deluded ones?"
"Dumbledores army!"
"Dying? Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep"
"I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"EXPELLIARMUS"

Harry forced his eyes open with a jolt. It seemed there was nothing he could do to stop it, but let the memories come and go as they pleased. What was the use of winning the war, he thought, if the losses far outweighed the winnings. Was it truly worth it? So many fallen warriors would never wake to see the light of the day again. Why could he? He had died, and yet he hadn't. Why could the others not get the same chance he did. Would the rest of his life be like this? Always seeing his loved ones flash behind his eyelids every time he closed them. Harry suddenly let out a scream of frustration. It felt better to yell than to cry so he continued to do so screaming louder and louder, clawing at his eyeballs, yanking at his hair until-

BANG!

"Oh Harry!" Cried an all too familiar voice. Harry shut up at once and tried to unsuccessfully get up before being encircled with a mane of bushy brown hair.

-to be continued

i know it's short, the next chapters will be longer

please review ;) tell me if I should continue. Pointing out grammatical errors are appreciated.