Hi everybody. So, this one scene came to me and made me wanted to write a time turner one-shot (which is weird, because I don't really like one-shots or time turner stories…). I didn't want it to be all happy happy yeah, so I decided to write a lot of different point of views, all with a similar problem. Since it has a lot of moments that happened at a different time and a lot of people are thinking back about other moments, it can be unclear what happens when, so good luck with figuring that out. If you just keep reading, it will all make sense. Also, I tried to make it as canon as possible, so after many hours of research I put the information Rowling gave about the years after the war together and this story matches both the careers as the time line as much as possible (Rowling can be very vague about actual dates).
Also, I want to thank Galadriell for editing (seriously, thanks so much!), it would suck without your help!
And of course Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it's all J. K. Rowling.
Prologue
Days, weeks, months, even years could pass, but he would never forget all of the losses. He could still see Sirius's smirking face before him, feel Cedric's cold body, hear Hedwig's frantic hoots and remember Fred's last laugh. Every time he closed his eyes he relived all of it. The thing that he thought about the most, though, was his mother. She never left his mind. She had died so he could live but, while dying, she must have thought that all hope was lost. Now that the war was over, Harry felt like he had no purpose anymore, no reason to live.