A/N: This is just a fic based on what I am feeling right now : ).
'What do I do now? I didn't even think that I would live past Voldemort and now I have to decide what I am going to do for a career! I do not know what I could even do with myself long-term. The only thing that I know I can do is fight people. But I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to be an Auror anymore, what is the kind of system of having 15-year-olds choose what they want to do? I am so done with fighting people. But what else can I do?' Harry's thoughts were spiraling. He was just lying on the floor of the dorm room. He was back at Hogwarts to get his 7th year done.
"Harry, what the bloody hell are you doing? Why are you just laying on the floor?" Ron asks to come into the dorm room, coming back from some class.
"Ron, how do you know what you want to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you know what you want your career to be? Cause I don't even know what the hell I am doing with myself or even what I want to do with myself. Everyone around me, including you, seems to exactly what they want to do and how to do it and I feel so stuck and confused."
"Oh, Harry. I don't know what the fuck I am doing either I feel the same way as you. I am pretty sure everyone in our age group feels this way."
"Really? You don't know what you are doing?"
"Yup, I am just kinda guessing what I might want to do."
"How are you not having a crisis like me then?"
"Oh, I am. Every night before I fall asleep I just stare at the ceiling wondering if I will ever make it. If I will get a good job. And many more thoughts. But it's going to be okay. We will help each other figure out our shit. Right?"
"Yeah, thanks, Ron."
"Anytime Harry. Also, did you hear that Dean and Seamus are getting married?"