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There was a blast. He remembered that much. The war was over, but as soon as he had Lord Voldemort's wand in his hand it was like a quiet explosion in his head. And then he had passed out.
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Upon waking, Harry knew he couldn't stay. He needed some peace away from all the reminders. All the worried faces peered down at him when he opened his eyes. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Molly, Ginny…the list went on. And he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall back into the darkness. For days, he stayed in his room at Grimmald place. Not talking to anyone, hardly eating. There was a permanent ward on the door, alerting him to who was entering. Something Sirius must have put up as a teen. Some days he let people in, other days he didn't want anyone near him. Hermione was the easiest to be around. She let him sit quietly watching out the window at the grey clouds of London. Sometimes she spoke, told him how everyone was. What everyone was doing. She never pressured him to leave his room. Unlike others, Ginny used to cry, and beg him to come back to her, to Ron, to Hermione, to the family. But he couldn't, he couldn't sit there and see the empty place where Fred used to sit. Or sit in the armchairs that he used to talk to Remus in. He didn't want to see the scars on everyone's faces, both physical and mental. Grimmald place felt empty without Sirius' and Tonks laughter. Without Moody's constant vigilance. Without Snape's intimidating demeanour. Nothing filled the Most Noble House of Black any more but solemn people. There was no bustling Burrow to return to. Just dust in Grimmald place.
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A year had past. Harry knew that. He also knew that he hadn't gotten any better by staying in London. Harry had left his room, he had joined mealtime much to everyone's delight. But he still didn't want to speak. Everything was too hard still. Sitting at his desk he made a decision. He knew when he first woke up he couldn't stay. It was time to move on and he couldn't do that here. He hadn't used magic since that final battle, didn't want to use it. Magic could be glorious, magic could be terrible, but he had seen enough of it to last him a lifetime. So he drew a map out of the cupboard and stared at it, wondering where to go. That's how Hermione found him.
"You can't move on here, can you?" she whispered. Harry turned to face her and shook his head.
"I'll miss you Harry, wherever you decide to go. And I hope that you will let us help you. I know you aren't going to let us know where you go, but I hope that you'll let us know you're ok at least. And that one day you'll be well enough to be with us again." She murmured quietly. Harry smiled sadly at her. One day.
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"You knew he was leaving and you didn't even let us say goodbye Hermione! How could you do that?" Ginny yelled at her. Ron was quiet. The news was too much for him to handle.
Minutes passed before Hermione responded.
"Because he can't move on Ginny, the only reason I knew was that I happened to walk in and he was looking at a map. He couldn't cope seeing all of us and being reminded every day of what we all went through. He died for us Gin, he literally died for us. And he doesn't know how to deal with us here. He has been through the most traumatic times, we all have. He's going to come back one day. He will have to, to face everything and deal with it, but right now he can't. It's too much for him. It's too much." She finished brokenly. Ginny stared at her with puffy eyes and red cheeks, tears rolling from her eyes.
"Mione's right. Harry always had trouble coping, Gin." Ron murmured.
"I just wish we could have helped him."
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The first thing Harry did when he left Grimmald place was stop at Gringotts. He changed enough wizarding money to muggle money to last him for a couple of years. He didn't know if he would need it all, but it was there just in case. He didn't know how long he might be away from London for. It could be a couple of month, it could be years. He just didn't know. Leaving Diagon Alley, Harry headed for the airport. Within half an hour he had a plane ticket and was queued up for boarding.
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Miles away a vision struck. A haunted looking boy was about to have a devastating impact on a seemingly happy couple.
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Oh hey!
So I have started something new…again.
Please let me know what you think, I have multiple tangents that I could go on for this one with Harry being the primary character, but I have plot bunnies for multiple crossovers with this or just plain vanilla Harry Potter. I really don't know what way I will swing with this so please lend me your opinions!
Tay Lupin xx