Disclaimer: The characters and the Potter universum is not mine. They belong to J.K.Rowling.
The morning sun warmed the nose of a young black-haired man which got the man to let out a sneeze. The sleepless night hasn't been the first night full of nightmares since the ending of the war. The war that without there would have been nightmares.
The scar in the man's forehead was a reminder of horrid events from sixteen years ago. The scar was the single thing that he was identified by the crowds. Indeed he was Harry, The Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, the boy who was now in need of sleep.
It had been a few weeks since the battle of Hogwarts but the lack of sleep was making Harry go crazy. It wasn't something unheard of because he has never been the best coping with nightmares. Now in the days, he was walking eyes open without seeing anything. In the nights he was tossing around in his bed in a cold sweat. The losses of war have been too much to him. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, Sirius, even Hedwig. Their deads haunted him in his dreams. But there have been victories, the defeat of Voldemort and overthrown of the death eaters, they were now rotting in the Azkaban.
"Morning," he heard a vivid voice say. The voice belonged to Ginny, the person that got Harry to focus on living. The source of love and support that was there even after the war. "Do you wanna get some breakfast?" Ginny asked with a voice that got Harry to jump out of sulking. "There are eggs and bacon," she said.
There were things in the past that he wanted to change but knew that was impossible. At least he had a choice to choose with who he would share his future. And he knew that the person was right in front of him. Let the good times begin.