Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this; they are the full ownership of JK Rowling.
Prologue
Harry had learned that being broken and having blood come out from various places on your body makes time slow down to an inhuman crawl of seconds into years. Nothing could convince him otherwise; not that he wanted convincing at this point. He was hurting in places he didn't even know were on his body. Of course, he didn't care about hurting at this moment, or about the fact that it was a beautiful day and that birds had started singing in the trees overhead. All he could think about was the feeling of complete and utter emptiness in his head.
This moment was compounded by the end of Voldemort and the beginning of the rest of his life. Though…the rest of his life wasn't planned out in any way that could possibly help him. In other words; he had no clue what to do now that his greatest enemy was defeated.