Morning sunbeams danced through the curtains. Harry opened his eyes slowly, hesitating. He was in the Leaky Cauldron. This was still strange to him. He sat up and stretched. A smile reached his face. He was still lonely and this whole situation was new, but he was embracing his freedom. Glasses on, Harry changed, and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Mr. Potter!" said Tom cheerfully, wiping the bar with a rag.
"Morning." said Harry.
"Breakfast?" asked Tom.
"Yes please." answered Harry.
Tom handed him a menu. Harry perused it for a minute. He ordered eggs and bacon.
"Comin' up Mr. Potter." said Tom jovially.
Harry waited for a few minutes, and when Tom brought his food, Harry thanked him and dug in. It was good. Tom watched him, hopeful. Harry smiled to relieve Tom. When finished, he said farewell to the innkeeper.
First Harry needed gold, and then a new owl. He missed Hedwig, but he needed one to carry his mail and have a companion. Harry entered into Gringotts. He was not entirely surprised it was looking same old. Some of the Goblin stared, disdain etched on their faces. Harry swallowed. He was afraid he would not be allowed his gold, or worse. But he felt no sympathy after Griphook betrayed them. After Harry saved his life, he tricked them.
Harry didn't stop however until he reached the help desk. He cleared his throat nervously.
"Yes." said the goblin in a tone that suggested he was bored. He was reading some documents.
"I'd like to make a withdrawal." said Harry.
The goblin looked up, not so bored. His eyes saw the scar.
"I can, can't I?" asked Harry hesitantly.
"Very well." said the Goblin.
Another Goblin came and they lead Harry into a cart. Silence.
"You and your friends sure caused quite a stir here." spoke the Goblin.
"Yeah," answered Harry awkwardly.
"Do not worry Mr. Potter. We were tired of his lot running us." scowled the Goblin.
Harry could tell he meant Voldemort.
After getting his gold, Harry hurried out. Next, he was going to buy an owl. Walking into Eeylops Emporium, he sighed. He browsed for a few minutes, and chose a female Barn Owl and named her Evanora, a beautiful name inspired by Evans.
Next, he stopped to get a quill, ink and parchment, as he couldn't write letters on the hunt for Horcuxes.
Once he had done so, he went to the Quidditch store, and stared longingly at the Firebolt. He missed the thrill of flying, but now was not a good time to purchase a broom.
He headed back to the Leaky Cauldron and paused for a moment.. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had a closed sign. George was still mourning. Would the dream the brothers worked for end with Fred's death? After all, they were inseparable.
Harry shook his head sadly. He continued to the Leaky Cauldron, intent on writing a letter to Mrs. Tonks to see how his godson was. Harry, after all, wasn't ready to care for a child on his own. Not after everything that happened, and he needed to make a life of his own before supporting a child.
Fred, Lupin, Tonks, so many good people died in the struggle against Voldemort. It was over, but they had left something behind, and left those they loved to meet Death. And Harry couldn't help but blame himself.
