This takes a look at what happened with each of the characters between the fall of Voldemort and the epilogue in book 7. Should be interesting to say the least.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. Enjoy.
Prologue:
Life has never been so peaceful for me. Sure, there have been some ups and downs, but compared to what I had to deal with, this is a bloody picnic.
Then again, some things are better when you're whole world is crashing down. That's one thing I've discovered. Feelings are stronger, events are more memorable, and you tend to see either the best or worst in people.
So though I'm going through the motion and feelings and whatnot of being perfectly content with normalcy, it's never quite been the same. And I doubt it ever will be again.
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I can say with great certainty that I wasn't expecting to find anything here. That is to say, not originally.
To tell you the truth, this was the last place I wanted to be. The only motivation I had for coming back was to get away from my problems. At least, that's what I told myself. In reality, being here was just adding to my problems. And looking back, I think I probably foresaw everything happening anyway.
So why did I come back? Because I knew I had to.
It was inevitable after all. I would have run into my past one way or any another. No purpose in fighting it. After all, the wizarding world is aware of its own members, and with my history I would hardly go unnoticed for long. So this is where I ended up. Picking up the pieces and explaining myself. And after all the mess was gone, I was left to cope with the world when I had no place left to hide.
And coping led me to make some mistakes. But of those mistakes, I don't regret a single one of them.
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It had been a hard hell of a time. Going from absolutely everything to nothing. Left to explain myself to people who were once my inferiors. That's what I thought of them at first. My inferiors.
But it has been awhile since I've met anyone less than worthy of some credit. Seems as if everyone has come to see the good in one another. It may be the times, or maybe I've actually changed. I may never know. But one thing's for sure; if I did change, it's because of her. Even if she didn't mean to. Even if I didn't want to. Some things just happen.
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I used to think fame was everything and that money could buy you happiness and whatever the hell else you wanted. Turns out that's still true. And that those things also change people. Especially when it's thrust on them.
Do I wish I could have taken all those things I said and did back? You bet your ass I would have in a flash. But that's not how life works, unfortunately. And when people walk out on you, it's usually for a reason. I may never understand the reasons why, and frankly it doesn't quite matter to me anymore. Because that's all in the past. But if I said it still doesn't bother me, I'd be a bloody liar. But that's something else with life that you just have to deal with.