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Harry's POV

It was a month after the battle of Hogwarts.

A month of mourning, fighting and arresting death eaters. Attending funerals and court.

I knew it was my job, my place in the world, the only place people accept me. If I wasn't a hero, if I chose to step back and let others handle what shouldn't have been put on a seventeen year olds shoulders, people would hate me. I would hate me.

This entire ordeal made me so sad, so mad. I hated it.

The only thing I wanted to do, was go to a time when life was simple. The past, for example.

That was the only thing I wished then. Until it actually happened...

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