Who: Harry and Ginny
What: Being a bit emo?
When: Wedding day
Where: The reception in the Great Hall


The wedding was lovely, of course, and the reception was brilliant as well. Everyone seemed to be having fun, dancing, eating, talking. So why was Harry not?

Maybe Hermione had been right. Not that he shouldn't have gone to the wedding, Harry wouldn't have missed the ceremony for the world. It was an honour to stand at Remus' side and watch two of his favourite people in the world pledge their lives' to each other. And it was equally amazing to stand across from Ginny as he did so.

But it got him thinking. And thinking was all Harry had done recently, and he was exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally, Harry was spent. He'd barely spoken to anyone, he was barely performing everyday functions, and he couldn't remember when he'd gotten more than two hours of sleep at once. So he sat at the reception, the royal 'party pooper', alone in the corner as if it were the Yule Ball all over again. Only at least then Ron had been with him. He didn't know where his friend had wandered off to, and Hermione was, of course, dancing with Teddy, and Harry felt more empty than usual.

Sighing heavily, he took a long drink from his glass and ran his finger idly around the rim. He ought to just say his goodbyes and go home. Home seemed so relative now, though. He wasn't even sure where that was now.