A/N: This is just a little drabble-y ficlet that came to me. It's a kind of Harry introspective. I really like it, but who knows. Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Actually Feel Alive
It is not until the day that his first child is born, that he truly feels free.
No, it wasn't the day he defeated Voldemort. He was too busy feeling exhausted and thoroughly drained, both physically and emotionally. Even as the world around him celebrated, it hadn't felt real yet. It was so surreal for him.
It wasn't the day he proposed to or even married Ginny. It had almost been like a dream. A sweet dream he longed to never wake up from—scared that he would open his eyes and be back in that tent in the middle of who knows where, still bound by his ordained mission.
It's when he holds James Sirius in his arms for the very first time—with Ginny beside him to guide him and tell him to "mind his head"—that he actually begins to feel alive.