A/N- This chapter is longer than the last one. It is taking a bit longer to make the story start than I thought it would so just bear with me for a little bit longer…
Chapter 1
Harry crept down the stairs of 12 Grimmauld place. It was late and he knew if Remus found him sneaking out again he would tell him not to go. Or come with him. He wasn't sure what would be worse. He loved Remus, he had been a great friend to him through the war and he dint know what he would've done without him, but sometimes he just needed to escape. Be with a load of people who didn't know who he was, didn't know what he had lost. People like that never wore that expression that said "hey look its Harry Potter!" or the worse one that said "I'm so sorry". He didn't want their sympathy, it was all so fake.
He walked to the end of the garden and apparated to a side alley in a nearby muggle town and made his way to the local night club.
The music was deafening and he couldn't see anything through the lights but he easily found his way to the bar and sat down. The bartender saw him and came over.
"Hey, we've been expecting you to turn up, the usual?"
Harry just grunted, the man took it as a yes and went away to get his drink. Since the end of the war Harry had been coming here a lot. He had a pattern: he woke up at about 2 pm, lounged around the house for a bit, had a shower, went out and got hammered, then came home and slept until 2 pm. Remus had tried to get him to do other things, tried to make him cheer up, but so far he hadn't succeeded and he had nearly given up trying. Harry knew the others were worried about him but he didn't care. If he stayed home and slept, if he didn't get drunk, the dreams would come back, and he couldn't face that.
He threw back the drink that the bartender had brought him and went to the dance floor.
It was 5 in the morning by the time he got home. He had spent the whole night dancing and drinking and snogging half of the people in the club. He smiled to himself. He was going to have to find a new club soon or he would run out of new people to get off with.
He went to his room and collapsed on his bed and in less than a minute, he was asleep.
Remus watched as Harry came into to house and sighed. He wanted to help Harry get over the war but every day he became more and more closed up. He had thought it was getting better a few months ago. For the first night in ages he had slept through the whole night without hearing Harry cry out in his sleep. The quiet nights continued for a couple of weeks but one night Remus hadn't been able to sleep and had heard Harry creep into the house. When he went out to see where he had been he saw he was drunk. There had been a lot of fights about that. Harry said he was a grown man and could look after himself but Remus knew he couldn't. He was depressed and vulnerable after everything he had seen in the war and he needed help. Remus had tried to get him to talk to him about it but he wouldn't and now he couldn't think of any other way to help the young man. He had contacted Hermione and asked her to come and stay. Since Ron had been killed they had hardly seen each other. Remus hoped that it would help at least a little bit because if it didn't he would have to give up.
A/N: ok the next chapter is going to have Hermione in and hopefully something might happen.
Just to clear it up because my friend said she was confused- the prologue was Harry's dream. Review!