Snippets of Life - on the wizarding world

Of Simpler Nights

Harry Potter

Tags (After Second Wizarding War, Self Acceptance, Friendship, Ron/Harry brotp supremacy)

It is Exhausting. Waking up everyday, to put on his trainee robes and to head to the DMLE like everything is fine when clearly he is not. He tries reasoning with himself, why does this lingering feeling on his gut never go away. But reasoning only leaves him clueless and confused. Hermione stealthily tried to get him 'talk' about things once, she had told "Harry, everything about life can't be supported by a Theory or a Logic of sort. You know, sometimes stuff just happens... and... yeah, there's nothing we can pretty much do about it, but to accept it and to embrace"

The War is over. Or perhaps has it really? Harry doesn't know. He'll never know. He doesn't know how to accept it and he'll definitely not know to embrace it. He doesn't want to dwell in the past but he also doesn't know how to let go. Letting go is hard, it's like admitting his failure. It's like admitting, "Yes I won a war but lost everyone who could have been my family and now I'm all alone in the Noble House of Black." It's is like watching Sirius smile and slipping into the veil. It is all hopeless about happiness and sunshine. Surely he has the Weasleys, but ever since Fred, it is very difficult for him to be around them. It's like he is trying to take his place or he is just a replace on someone's life again. He shakes his head. He should stop with this. He doesn't want to disappoint Ron again. His best friend is trying to move mountains to get Harry out of his head. He must try. A Bit more, a bit less, but everyday.

Snapping out of thoughts, he looks at Ron, figuring out to play a movie on his TV. He is mumbling something about Harry being an utter prude for not watching the Fifty Shades. Urgh really, Harry doesn't want to know how does Ron gets his creative in bed with Hermione. He sees them everyday for Merlin's sake and he doesn't want that mental image. He looks at his best friend again with a smile this time. Perhaps it was all worth it. He feels his heart ease a bit, just a bit watching Ron doing just-Ron things like sit squashing the sofa in his living room instead of asking him to come to pub. It's Simpler nights like these, that give him smallest of hopes. And he decides to cling on them and try to breath a little, everyday till another simpler night.