DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESES CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER
Harry
He laid on the floor on the middle of his unfinished flat. Sure, with a flick of the wrist, he could conjure up some comfy couches, a nice bed, maybe some food, but he didn't.
It's been too long since he felt like a muggle. Too long since he could enjoy his days from fear of being hunted. He just wanted to be Harry.
No magic.
No "The Chose One".
No "Golden Trio".
No Voldemort.
It's been a year since the end of the War and the Wizarding world is still on the mend. But he didn't want to think about that. He should tell Ginny where he was but he didn't want to think about her either. He just lay there, letting the silence of a simple flat give him the solace that he's been wanting for the last eight years…
Until he heard a knock on the door…