a minute after

As the pale corpse of his enemy collapses on the marble floor of the great hall, Harry exhales and closes his eyes. He is hit by the sudden, liberating realisation that his task is complete, his destiny fulfilled. He is the chosen one no more.

His lips curve into a tiny, disbelieving smile as he opens his eyes again.

And that's when the chaos of victory begins.

. . .

this is a series of ten drabbles of the aftermath of the war. the drabbles aren't very long but i like them a lot and i hope you do too x