I can't do anything but sit here.

Waiting

"For what?" you might ask.

Well truthful I don't really know.

I might be waiting for everything to sink in.

Or to wake up from this nightmare.

Or to understand why everyone is so happy.

I know we just won the war.

A war I have been fighting for almost seven years now.

I should feel relief.

But our friends and families were killed along with our enemies.

I don't feel like I've won anything.

I feel like I lost this war.

I feel lost.

I don't know what to do from here.

So, I sit here in a deserted tower and watch everyone move on while I cannot.

It's been two years since we won the war. And today, we bury our hero. Our hero who never recovered from the war completely. He was never the same after that day, no more sparkle in his eyes and no more heart-warming smiles. And everyone who really knew Harry before the war, knows that he died the day he killed Voldamort, the day he saved us all.