Harry

It seemed as if his world had turned to gray. The only color in he saw, was the vibrant red of Ginny's long, flowing hair. He saw it as a sign, a sign that she was supposed to be in his life. That she was his light in the darkness.

But he couldn't bring himself to approach her just yet, for he did not want to burden anyone with the guilt and sadness that weighed him down.

He knew it was illogical to blame himself for the deaths of so many people, when it wasn't him directly killing them. But the ones that he had once been close to, his adopted family, he felt completely responsible for. Lupin, Tonks, Fred, just to name a few had all died defending him. Because after all, it was Harry that Lord Voldemort had wanted, all of the others unfortunately just go in his way.

He stood in the doorway to the Burrow kitchen watching Ginny with Teddy in her arms as they danced around the kitchen. They were lost in their own little world, both grinning ear to ear. He continued to observe them and he could plainly see how much Teddy adored Ginny. And that Ginny cherished the child just as much. It hit Harry in the chest how much he wished for this to be their life. In their own little house in the countryside, and happy. He wanted to be happy again.