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Yesterday's Tomorrow

Chapter One: A Nighttime Stroll

Harry woke up the next morning, feeling as though he was still in the tent with Ron and Hermione, just starting another day looking for Horcruxes. Dazed, Harry put on his glasses, which sat on the top of his bedside table. He slowly sat up, his vision a bit foggy. As his eyes focused, Harry realized that he was in his old Gryffindor dormitory, where he had slept for six years. Suddenly, the events of yesterday (was it yesterday?) came flooding back into his mind like a movie on fast forward: meeting Neville in the Hog's Head, looking at Rowena Ravenclaw's statue, the Battle, dying, seeing Dumbledore, defeating Voldemort…yes, he remembered it far too well.

Harry tried to fall back asleep, to escape from the memories, but couldn't. He turned this way and that, counted sheeps in his head…but nothing would work. Harry picked himself up from his bed, and decided to take a walk to clear his head. Ron was snoring soundly in his bed, muttering in his sleep. Dean was rolling onto his other side, while Seamus shrieked in his sleep.

Harry looked outside the window closest to him. It was nightfall. The sky was pitch black and full of stars. He looked down at the watch on his bedside table. It read 10:49. Harry wasn't sure what day it was, and wasn't particularly concerned. Harry put on his bathrobe, and silently tiptoed out of the dormitory, careful not to wake Ron, Dean and Seamus.

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Harry descended into the Gryffindor common room. The fire was not burning, as it probably would have at this time of night. Harry suspected that the house elves who took care of the castle were probably asleep. The common room was a mess; food, cups, dishes, spilled liquids, pillows, lamps, newspapers, and books were all strewn across the floor. The sofas, armchairs, tables, and bookshelves were all toppled over. It seemed like there had been a party, one that must have happened while Harry, miraculously, was asleep. The Boy Who Lived looked up at the paintings, and saw that all of the people inside were asleep. Harry felt like he was the only person who was awake in the world.

The entire castle must be asleep, thought Harry.

Quietly, and feeling restless, he climbed through the portrait hole, and down the corridor.

Usually, if Harry had been out of his dormitory and in the school corridors at this time of night, Harry would have been severely punished by whoever had caught him. But now, everyone was sleeping, dreaming of tomorrow when peace and freedom from Voldemort would truly reign, not just in their dreams.

Harry stepped over quietly a number of students, parents, and residents of the wizarding settlement Hogsmeade, who had fallen asleep right there in the corridors. Of course, most of the corridors were in destruction because of the battle not too long ago. Harry suspected that many people had been too exhausted from the battle and the parties that ensued to return to their dormitories or go back home.

He reached the entrance hall, which was also in ruins. Chunks of the marble staircase were scattered all over the floor. Shards of glass, large and small, were scattered everywhere. The elegant rug was teared and had stains of blood. Dried wax from candles lay everywhere. The tapestries were in tatters. Pools, and more smears of blood covered the floor, where many people were sleeping. Harry, making sure to be silent, stepped around people, glass, and marble and tip-toed up to the front door. Harry tried to open it as quietly as possible. Achieving his task, he stepped out onto the stone steps leading to the school grounds.

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Harry walked down the ruined steps and onto the blood-stained grass. A summer breeze filled the air, ruffling his hair. His bathrobe blew in the wind. Harry continued to walk. For what felt like hours (and probably was), he paced mindlessly across the grounds. He walked towards the Herbology class greenhouses (which now had missing pieces of glass in its roof), towards Hagrid's cabin, near the Whomping Willow (Harry quickly decided to turn back), the Quidditch pitch, and along the edges of the Forbidden Forest.

The Boy Who Lived didn't have any coherent thoughts as he walked around the grounds, replaying many of the night's events in his mind. Harry could not believe that these things had happened mere hours ago; it felt like they were weeks ago.

It is amazing, Harry thought, how sleep and time can affect how a person feels about certain events.

He continued to reflect, now thinking back to the days when he was on the hunt for the Horcruxes with his two best friends since his first year at Hogwarts; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Since Harry was reflecting on all of these things, he didn't realize that he was nearing the lake. Only when someone called out his name did he realize where he was.

"Harry?...Harry!"

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"Ginny?"

"It's just, I just...what's going on between us?" she asked, her eyebrows creasing.