A/N: I just [as in about half-an-hour ago] finished the last Hunger Games book and the ending made me want to write this. Hope you enjoy.
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Sometimes he still wakes up, soaked with sweat and scared for his life. Usually the nightmares stay away but sometimes they come. And when they do, he takes his wand that's never out of reach, and checks to make sure the house is still safe and his family is alright. And then he tries to remember ever thing good in his life. It's not that hard anymore, the good things come to mind with ease and he's reassured that everything is fine now. He remembers that his children will never go through what he did. He remembers the war is over and no one wants to kill him now. He remembers that it's a joke now when Ron tells the children that he's famous. It's laughable to them and they all laugh with them. Grateful that the days are over when everyone knew their faces because they fought a war. He's not famous anymore really. They didn't know what to do with him after the war and he was fine with not being famous. It's strange knowing that most adults know who he is but no one cares anymore.
