The stories your eyes tell
A/N: This is a second attempt at a fic - my first one i wasn't too proud of, so let me know how this is
Summary: Set during and after the Final Battle, As Harry begins his new Voldemort free life, he is faced with the challenges of adolescence, can this include love? (crap summary i know)
It was finished. As the final bit smoke cleared the figure left standing was that of Harry Potter. As they all looked up, they knew what had happened, Harry Potter had fulfiled the prophecy which condemed him to murder or be murdered. Everyone knew about this prophecy but no one knew the suffering it had caused to the one it was set upon. Harry had battled and come close to death countless times against Voldemort, but he knew that in this final battle, he would either kill or be killed, for that was the prophecy. And here he was, The Final Battle was over - but the loss and pain which it had brought was far from it. Many had been killed at the hands of the death eaters and Voldemort, and as the survivors searched through the rubble, they managed to find few still alive. But none the less, the Dark Lord had been defeated and as the boy who killed him stood over the remaining ashes, contemplating on what had just occured he fell to his knees and began yelling, letting everything go, all the loss, hurt, sorrow and greif he had suffered over the last 16 years, all his emotions and hatred towards the man - no thing which had ruined his and so many other lives. Just screaming.
The remaining survivors - including Ron Weasly, his best freind and Hermione Granger, the girl he loved, watched on in pity as their hero and freind brokedown in a fit of anger. After he had finished screaming Harry stayed kneeling with his head in his hands, no one daring to approach him, for they feared he had lost all sanity.
tell me if i should go on. Was it okay? Please be honest :)
Liz