Lest We Forget: Prologue and Some Backstory
A/N: All rights to HP belong to the utterly magnificent Joanne Rowling. This story takes place almost directly following the final battle. Ginny finds Harry in Dumbeldore's Office, lost in thought.
Why has all of this had to happen to me? Harry thought to himself, Why couldn't I have been born elsewhere, or had a different fate? Why did all of this death have to happen to the ones I loved most, the only family I've ever had? A sudden voice jolted Harry from his thoughts.
"Harry, are you alright? You've been like this for more than a week, and we're starting to get worried about you. Would you like to talk about what happened?" The voice sounded hurt. It sounded familiar to Harry, but he couldn't place where he had heard it from. The only thing Harry wanted to do was mourn his family and wish they could come back. Why couldn't these pestering voices understand that?
Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain to his cheek. "Dammit, Harry, snap out of it! I'm tired of you sitting around moping about and acting like we don't even exist! We're hurting about their deaths too, you have to understand that!" Harry suddenly placed the voice and remembered the person behind it. He still hadn't looked at her yet, though.
"Listen to me, Harry, you'd better st-"
"Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for retreating into myself so much. I shouldn't be like this. I mean, I've survived everything that's been thrown at me so far, but this is too much. I've lost the last connection to my mom and dad with Remus being gone, and I'm scared of what the future might bring. I'm tired of being the Boy Who Lived. I'm sorry for falling apart after the final battle."
Ginny took Harry by the shoulders and made him look into her eyes, "I'm going to say this slowly and I want you to look into my eyes the entire time. Okay? Okay. Here goes. It isn't your fault any of them died. Besides, it wouldn't be what any of them wanted if you blamed yourself for their deaths or refused to move on. They fought valiantly, and had accepted that they might not come out of the final battle alive. They would want you to live life on, without dwelling on them. Remember, you have Teddy to look after. You're HIS last link to his parents, and as his godfather, you have an obligation towards him. I love you, Harry Potter, and I can't bear to see you like this. You have to move on." Ginny pulled Harry towards her and gave him a hug after this.
Harry mumbled into his shoulder that he was sorry, sobbing quietly. He eventually fell asleep, and Ginny managed to carry him to the nearest stable piece of furniture, falling asleep next to him. This was how they were found the next morning.