Author's Note: Holy shit. I can't believe I'm doing this. My first ever smut fic! It's kind of like...just an experiment. More silly and fun. xD Not intending to get myself or anyone else off with this. But if you do, I guess that's great? :D It was almost a self-dare, so I'm not taking this too seriously! Total seat of my pants (I usually meticulously outline my fics). But not here, baby! We're going wild and into the unknown.

I'm actually huge on plot and character, sooo this is still going to be a character/plot driven story - just, you know, with some explicit sex stuff sprinkled about throughout the narrative. There's zero smut in the first chapter lol. But there will be in the second. ;)

Harry sighed as he woke up in the Burrow once again.

Another morning, another day in mid-July. Another...

Even a year on, at eighteen years of age going on nineteen, it was all still so hard. So- such a huge weight in his heart.

Fred's death, Colin's death, Lavender's horrible mutilation and infection that led to her becoming a werewolf (though, Harry thought she mourned the loss of her own appearance more than being a werewolf), and so much else.

Dumbledore, even Snape's death, too...

If only because Harry would have wanted to confront the man, ask him so many questions he'd never have dared before. To know...

A year on, and Ron was doing well for himself. So was Hermione. They were together, Ron was working at the joke shop with George - and Hermione had just finished her final year of Hogwarts after going back for it.

Ginny had just finished her last year of Hogwarts as well, and was now looking into joining a Quidditch league team.

Everyone was mourning, moving on, improving.

Except Harry.

He was still living with his best friend, with this family that had accepted him into theirs. But a year on, and he still had no idea what to even do with himself.

He had thought he'd have years and years, if he possibly survived - the years he'd wanted - but now that he had them stretched out before himself...

Harry had no idea what to do with it all. All this time.

A completely unknown future.

Laying there, he finally came to a decision he had been thinking about for weeks now.

He wasn't helping himself figure things out by laying around the Burrow, was he?

Maybe if he got out, at least, went places, did things - nameless, faceless things - he would get some kind of inspiration or idea.

Something to help him realize what he even wanted to do with his life. Now that he actually had one on the horizon.

Harry got out of bed and took up his wand, putting on his glasses and dressing. He combed his hair and waved his wand with great focus: his things all packed themselves into his trunk. Not that he had much to begin with.

He slipped on his trainers and took up his trunk after casting a feather-light charm on it. He went downstairs, immediately bumping into Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh! Harry, dear. I didn't see you," she cried. "I'm terribly sorry."

"It's okay," Harry shrugged, grinning a bit.

Her eyes immediately found his trunk. "Going somewhere, are we?"

"Yeah," he said awkwardly. "I- listen- I'm really- really grateful for everything, for...being able to be here all these months. But...I think it's about time I got out there again, you know? I'm- not exactly sure what I want to do or where I want to go, but...I think just being out in the world again will help me...figure myself out. Everyone else already- they all know what they want in life. But I don't. I never did, I suppose."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, looking relieved more than anything. He'd thought she would be upset. She hugged him surprisingly swiftly - and strongly. "You've no idea how happy I am to hear you say that, dear. This is an excellent decision, one I'm sure you'll benefit from! The only thing that I'll ask of you dear..."

"Yes?"

"Take care of yourself out there. There are still too many Death Eaters and- You-Know-Who supporters who would like nothing more than to get the drop on you."

'I know. I'll be careful," Harry assured. With his trusty Holly wand repaired and back in his hand again, he felt ready for anything. "I always keep my eyes peeled, you know that. I've had to."

"I wish you didn't still have to," Mrs. Weasley sighed. She drew away and patted him on the arm. "But the world isn't quite back to normal yet. You're not alone in that, Harry, despite what you might think."

Harry nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. "Well...goodbye. Tell Ron and Hermione I've gone. And I don't know when I'll be back. A few weeks, maybe. Tell them not to worry; I just need to figure out where I'm headed in life."

"Of course. You look after yourself out there. I mean it."

"I will."

Harry stepped out the door, and he apparated, a familiar memory of a place in his mind: Diagon Alley.