The clock ticks in a distant place, but Harry doesn't hear it
Prompt: Clocks
Word Count: 48
Rating: K, maybe K, I'm not too sure about the rating system yet.
Summery: A short drabble about Harry after the war. Post DH, pre prologue.
Author's Notes: For those unfamiliar with the term 'drabble' it means a short fic under 100 words. As always, please review. Thanks goes to my lovely BETA, Carnivalgirl for her assistance. Go read her stuff, it's amazing.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, 'nuff said.
The clock ticks in a distant place, but Harry doesn't hear it. He only hears the screams and spells that will be forever ingrained in his memory. It isn't all that unexpected that he remembers it. After all, he has nightmares of the fight every night, without fail.