Harry walked around the furniture store mindlessly. Every thought focused on his reoccurring dreams. He sat down on a couch in the corner of the store, put his head in his hands and sat there. Waiting. Mumbling. Crying.
"Harry?" A voice ended the depressing silence. Harry looked up to see Ron standing over him. Ron placed his hand delicately over Harry's. "There's nothing you could do. He's gone, Harry. You can't be the hero."
"No." Harry said coldly. "I don't want to be the hero anymore."
"Don't say that. You don't have the option anymore." Hermione had walked up and placed her hand on his back.
"I never wanted the option to begin with. I just wanted someone to accept me." Harry stood up, knocking Ron and Hermione's grip off.
"Harry! Pick something soon! Have you found anything?" Petunia's voice resonated through the halls.
"No. I'm looking." Harry responded loudly. "Come on, I have to pick something."
They looked at furniture silently for another hour. Hermione was the first to break the unwelcome silence. "What about this one?" pointing at a desk and bed that matched his trunk.
"Sure, yeah, fine." Harry said absentmindedly. Harry showed Petunia and bought the set. As Harry went to the car, Ron gave Harry a hug and told him to stay in view. Hermione gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and walked towards Petunia.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," Hermione reached out her hand towards her but Petunia refused, "it's been a pleasure to see you again."
"Yes, well. It was certainly… Interesting." Petunia said.
"Interesting is never the word." Vernon scoffed. "Come on, we have to get this home and its raining." Vernon left Hermione standing in the road with Ron.
"He'll be okay…" Ron whispered. His words echoed and he could hear himself saying "…He'll be okay…"
[A/N: A.) Not my characters. B.) Another apology for brevity.]