(don't worry; be) happy
drabble; one-shot
He's panting by the time Voldemort drops dead; his face a mix of agony and pride. It had been a long war, indeed. No one notices his faltering smile- except for me.
He's supposed to be happy- no more fear, no more worries. Voldemort is gone and there is nothing more to keep anyone down. No one has to live in fear anymore. Everyone is cheering but him. He is supposed to cheer the loudest- but he doesn't.
He notices me worried expression and fakes a weak smile, but his eyes are lifeless- their shine completely gone. The battle was won, but he remains empty. He has lost so much, everyone thought that this moment would make him happy. Really, really happy. And he was. For a moment. That brief moment of fighting and shouting and living on the whim, knowing that you could die any second and letting the adrenaline rush through your body.
The adventures were over barely after it started. And he doesn't know whether he's happy or not.
I don't exactly know who he is, but, while I was writing, my mind kept alternating between him being Harry or a random fighting wizard (preferably a boy). Whoever he is… It's completely up to your interpretation.
word count: 172
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