1. The After-Math
The morning after the 3 year aniversary of the Final Battle, between Harry Potter and the feared Lord Voldemort, Harry walked sadly through the wreckage that had once been Hogwarts. He looked solemly at the Great Hall, where he had spent many an hour talking, giggling, laughing amongst his friends and many 'fans'. He could faintly remember his first time here, with the worn leather sorting hat (which had sadly been destroyed), the buzz and excitement that was to be his peers for the next six or seven years. He had once lived here. His former home, reduced to rubble in a mere night. He had been so selfish - letting his friends die just so he could finish an almost personal feud against Voldemort.
His girlfriend, Ginny, strolled up to him, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said softly: "It wasn't your fault, Harry." He knew she was just trying to be nice, but a part of him wanted to believe her. "All Voldemort did was try to get to you. The only thing you ever did wrong was let him."
"Yes, but the whole point of this is him getting to me. That's why this happened, don't you see? Voldemort used my friends, killed my friends, just so he could kill me, because he couldn't before. He knew he couldn't before, that's why he killed my parents, that's why he killed Snape, that's why he killed Dumbledore! To get to me! To kill me! But instead I let him destroy the only place I could call home." For the first time in a long time, Harry shead a tear of sorrow and guilt. Ginny understood, so as she hugged him tight, she cast Obliviate - a memory charm...