Chapter 1
He's gone.
Harry had never felt such relief or such emptiness in his entire life.
Finally, after thirteen long years, he had defeated Voldemort. At long last, his reign was over.
Harry felt as though he had no purpose anymore. What was he to do now? He had spent his entire magical career focused on defeating Voldemort, and had never thought of what may lie ahead now that his enemy and the everyday danger was gone from his life.
"Where do I go from here?" Harry pondered. "I've lost everything and everyone I love. They're all gone now….. The Order, the Weasleys, Hermoine, and Ginny….."
A long anticipated tear ran down Harry's cheek. After all he had experienced in his 24 years, after all of the loss he had gone through, he wondered if would ever be able to lead a normal life again.
He thought back onto the day in the Burrow. The day he had yet to mourn, the day he has never forgotten.
Four years ago, Harry had returned on a brief, but much needed holiday to rest at the Burrow.
After just a few days, Harry felt like himself again. He had filled in The Order on the details of his journey and the progress he had made towards locating the Horcruxes.
It had taken him three years to find the first four. He had never realized how his mission or his hatred would consume him and his life. Voldemort was all he thought about. He lived his life to defeat him. Harry had taken steps to learn some of the most deadly magic so that he may use it on his ventures to find the seven horcruxes.
The only thing that kept him sane through all of those years was the thought of Ginny. He thought of her beautiful face and her spunky personality every time that he thought he was going to lose his mind trying to find the horcruxes.