After The Battle
At last, the battle was over. Voldemort was dead. The sun shone brightly in the sky. It was a time for celebrations, party but nothing of that sort was seen in Hogwarts. Of course, people were happy, but the loss of their dear ones was enough to take celebrations out of their minds.
Meanwhile, Harry was having a difficult time as well. Seeing all the destruction that the war has caused left him sorrowful. He blamed himself for all this destruction, for everyone who was dead. He thought that it was his fault that everything happened. First Mad-Eye, then George's ear and then Fred. He didn't have the power to face all those who lost their dear ones in the war, especially the Wesley's. After all, he thought they were dead because of him.
So, he just went to the Headmasters Office to spend some of his time alone. The last thing he wanted was some company. As soon as he entered the office, he saw Dumbledore's face smiling at him; his face was showing how proud he was with Harry. But Harry had other ideas in his mind. He went straight for the pensieve knowing that Dumbledore obviously would have kept his and Harry's memory intact in the pensieve.
He was not disheartened as he got almost every memory Dumbledore had with him. The day in the Hospital Wing in Harry's first year; the long talk they had in his fifth year; the time they spent together in finding about and destroying the Horcruxes in his 6th year. Everything Harry needed to see at that time was stored in that pensieve.
It would've been easily an hour or two when at last Ron and Hermione, both hand on hand, walked in through the Headmasters Office's door.
"Ah! There you are. We've been looking for you all over." Hermione Said.
"What happened to you mate? Funny finding you here all alone and what's with the pensieve?" Asked Ron.
"Nothing, just needed some time alone. What about you two and what about everybody else. What's going on in the Great Hall?" Harry asked, not out of curiosity but just wanted not to be rude.
"The war has been hard on everybody you know. Although, everybody is happy that the war is over, the death of Fred, Remus, Tonks, Colin hasn't been easy to deal with. Everyone had been asking for you. So, are you coming yourself or do we have to drag to the Great Hall?" Ron said with a bit disappointment in his voice because of everyone's death.
Harry really had no intention of going in the Great Hall and facing all those people. "You two go, I'll be there in a while." He said.
Hermione realized that Harry wanted to be left alone, that he wanted some time on his own. So, making Harry promise that he'll be there in 10 minutes, she departed with Ron.
This was one of those times that Harry missed his parents the most. He wanted his Mother's comfort, his Father's guidance, his God Father's encouragement more than anything. He regretted dropping the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Jungle and even thought of going to find it, but soon rejected the thought.
He just sat at the stone cold floor, his knees high and face buried in his knees, tears dropping from his face, sad at the death of everyone, but happy at the same time that the war was over, that Voldemort was dead. He felt much lighter. All was well.