So I'm coming back to fanfiction after a very long time because I figure I need practice with my writing. So here is the first chapter of what happens after end of book 7 semi canon. Also i have a very disjointed writing style that does not always start working till i get into the story. Im going to put this as a M for later. My chapters usually get proggresivly longer as the story gets longer.

Harry stepped out of Dumbledore's office with one thought on his mind, sleep. He didn't really notice anything as he glided down the hallways except for the footsteps of his two best friends. Later Harry would wonder how he made it all the way up to Gryffindor tower without any help. But as he sank down onto his old bed he slipped into his last nightmare free night for many months.

When he woke up the dormitory was pitch black. Not having any idea what time it was he decided he would go ahead and get up and take a shower. The shower was one of the best experiences of his life not for the great cleansing feeling he had, but for the fact that he couldn't think about all the death and misery he was waking up to.

This however did return after Harry had finished in the bathroom where he had UN successfully tried to give himself a haircut that now looked like his head was permanently tilted. But as he stepped out of the bathroom he felt the ground shaking pain he had tried to ignore. The pain was so strong he fell to his knees in agony, waves of pain crashed all around him as heard the screams of the deaths that he himself had brought.

Then there were hushed voices and hurried footsteps and Harry realized he couldn't be around people right now so he grabbed the cloak out of his pocket and slipped down through the common room where he saw Hermione and Ron staring into open space somehow knowing that he would be using the invisibility cloak. Having no wish to talk to anyone he sped out of the common room and out into the castle.

"It all my fault," he whispered and thought. Everyone dead because of me how could he do this; he had left his god son parentless, the closest thing to family he had killed one of their sons, and countless more that he couldn't bare to think about. As harry walked and silently cried he suddenly knew where he had to go, to his grave.

Harry had reached the tomb before he had a chance to prepare himself for what he had to. As he stepped up on to the platform that held Dumbledore's tomb he looked down at his decaying old headmaster and started to sob, not quick adolescent sobs but slow deliberate sobs.
As he placed the wand in Dumbledore's hand he said "you shouldn't have made me come back." With that harry repaired the broken tomb and for the second time that night fell to his knees, not knowing what he was doing he leaned back against the tomb still with his invisibility cloak on and fell asleep.

When harry would try to tell of his nightmares he could never describe them. But he could, he could remember every last detail of every last dream, he did not describe his dreams, not to save them of hearing his dreams but for him not having to remember...

It was in the middle of his first dream that he heard Neville shouting his name, did Neville die harry thought? But then he felt someone step on one of his legs, Harry yelped and threw the cloak of him and had his wand at the ready.

"Harry!" Neville said with a bit of surprise and what was it awe.

"Neville," harry jumped up and embraced him. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Harry where have you been we have been? We have been looking for hours for you?"

"Sorry, hey Neville could you tell everyone something from me?"

"Why can't you?"

"Well I have a few things to take care of before... before I talk to everyone," harry stuttered.

"Ok but they are not going to be happy."

They shouldn't be harry thought "they will be ok for a little while longer, by Neville," he said as he threw the invisibility cloak over himself.

"Harry." "Yes Neville."

"No one blames you," Harry not knowing what to say didn't say anything and just kept walking.