Chapter 1
As Harry exited the Headmistress' office, he felt a crushing weight. The weight of eight plus years of pain and misery. Of loss and sorrow. Of torture and hurt. The weight fell so suddenly and so unexpectedly and so heavily, that Harry thought that he would fall to the ground. He muttered an excuse of needing some alone time to Ron and Hermione. They didn't question him. They hugged him and walked on.
The minute they were out of sight…Harry fell. He fell into memories he didn't even know he had of his early childhood and of the past eight years. He fell into his emotions. Harry decided that reality was somehow worse. Because the reality was, he had to face his family and friends. He had to face the guilt and the pain and the sorrow over and over and over. He decided he did not want to go back to reality. Harry wanted to stay in this spiral so he did not have to see his friends knowing that it was his fault their family died. He knew they would blame him. And he also knew the blame was not misplaced at all. Reality was worse. So, Harry stayed. He fell and fell and fell. Harry stayed for what felt like mere hours to him. In reality, it was weeks.
AN: (Sorry for the short chapter. Just catching up to where it will really start. The chapters will get much longer! Only thing I'm promising. Tell me your thoughts!)