Disclaimer : I don't own any characters, names locations etc. In fact I don't own anything but my imagination.
A/N : If there are any mistakes please let me know, I'm french !
Summary : The final battle is over, Harry and his friends won, but Harry doesn't feel like partying as guilt takes him. Will he be able to overcome it ?
"And, honestly, I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Harry turned to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, who were standing so close to each other one could have thought they were one and only person. He smiled at them, and turned back to Dumbledore's portrait :
" Well, thank you, thank you for everything, I don't know if-
You are more than welcome, my boy, he answered with a nod, ans a genuine smile. Harry could see the pride in his eyes. But I believe you need to rest. How long has it been since you last had a shower and a nap ?
Er…well…it hit Harry that it had indeed been a very long time. I guess you're right. He turned to his friends, noticing they barely had their eyes open. Come on, let's go to our dorms. Goodbye, professor."
They all said their goodbyes and left the office. Harry suddenly felt very tired and it was hard for him to reach the Griffindor common room, while Ron and Hermione were supporting each other. Harry was feeling extremely happy and relieved, the battle was over, he could finally live carefree, with his two best friends. However, he had a strange feeling, like he had no right to feel so happy. When the fat lady's portrait slid open, revealing a heart breaking scene to Harry, he instantly understood it. What he was feeling was guilt. A thick suffocating guilt.
The entire Weasley family sat near the fire, crying their lost Child/Brother, Fred. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing in her husband's chest, who tried his best to comfort her. George's look was empty, his face extremely pale, while Ginny was shaking and her eyes were red and puffy.
Harry just stood there, unable to move, unable to say anything, just watching them, when Mrs.Weasley looked up and saw him.
" Harry…she began, her voice barely audible.
I…I didn't…sorry."
With that, Harry turned around and ran away as fast as he could, instantly forgetting his exhaustion and oblivious to Ron and Hermione who were desperately yelling for him to come back.
Harry ran, he ran past the Great Hall, ignoring all the people he met and oviously wanted to thank him. Deep inside, Harry knew he wasn't the one they wanted to thank. They wanted to thank the Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry felt like this part of him had died during the battle. Harry felt dead inside, and he wished he would be dead instead of all these innocent people.
He reached the school park, and without noticing it, he stopped near the lake, under the tree where he had spent so many times, along with his friends, with Harid, with Ginny…even the Marauders had spent a great amount of time there. It seemed it had become some kind of tradition.
Harry looked up to the sky, thinking about his pas year, and, above all, about the battle of Hogwarts, how he could have kept so many people from dying, if only he had turned himself in sooner.
Harry felt a wave of anger coming on him, first he felt angry at Voldemort, for making his life a living hell even being dead, and them he became angry at himself, for being so weak. People believed he was the most powerful wizard in the world, but in fact, he was so weak. Each time he had escaped from Voldemort was out of pure luck. Even tonight, Harry hadn't really killed Voldemort, Voldemort had killed himself.
Harry felt tears coming to his eyes, and he just stood there, crying, yelling, throwing stones into the lake with as much power as he could. He had failed everyone who trusted him, and he felt like he did not deserve anyone's love.
Now that it was all over, Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, stood there, wishing with all his heart he had died.
A/N : So, what do you think ? Chapter two is written, let me know what you think, if you're positive I'll post it ! Don't be too critical though, it is my first one !
