The whole world has gone crazy, tipped on its side, changes happening so quickly that Harry canít keep track of them all. He isnít at the centre of it anymore Ė heís drifting peacefully somewhere on the very outer rim, and he likes it this way, and he never wants to go back.
He has a dream one night. Soft hands lift him out of his bed. He opens his eyes and their faces are like maps of a country heís never been to but has always wanted to go. They say theyíll take him to a place where all he has to is breathe.
He says okay.
After Voldemort's defeat, Harry struggles to come to terms with love, death, and the end of innocence. One-shot. Rated for very, very mild sexual implications.
wish i could explain what all i feel in words to my loved ones