Disclaimer: Post DH. No epilogue. I might use some scenes from the movies. Obviously I do not own Harry Potter, or Sirius wouldn't have died and neither would have Fred. This was written for the sole purpose of entertainment.
2nd of May, 1998, The Forbidden Forest.
"I thought he would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. "I expected him to come."
Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight.
"I was, it seems . . . mistaken," said Voldemort.
Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.
(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 34 "The Forest Again")
In the tension of the moment, no one, including Harry, noticed the small stone brighten of a pale white light and the light dissolve suddenly, leaving the stone a common pebble.
9th of May, 1998, The Burrow.
It was dark.
He opened his eyes, but nothing changed.
He couldn't breathe.
It was cold and wet.
He was in the water.
Panicking, he screamed. Bubbles were visible on the surface of the dark lake but no one was there to notice them.
Harry Potter woke up with a start.
He sat still in his bed, in the dark, as the pale light of dawn shyly started to reach the room the boy shared with his best friend, Ronald Weasley.
The sensation of panic of the dream lingered in Harry's mind and he jolted in surprise when Ron snored loudly.
It took him a few minutes to understand where he was and that everything was fine. By the time he felt completely safe, the smell of breakfast had already reached him and he decided to go downstairs to help.
Only a week ago, on the 2nd of May, Harry Potter had won against the Dark Lord Voldemort.
The week had passed in a blur, attending funerals and, after that, so many parties that Harry was sure he had more than regained the weight he'd lost while being on the run with his best friends, Ron and Hermione. Any normal seventeen year old going would be worried about gaining weight, but Harry was far from normal and after everything he'd been through, he found worrying over his weight a blissful and refreshing change.
Harry was now living with the Weasleys at the Burrow. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to stay or leave. He didn't want to impose, especially now that he was followed by reporters every time he stepped outside, but he didn't feel like leaving either. Where would he go? He had inherited the house of Number 12, Grimmauld Place from his godfather Sirius Black but he didn't want to live there because it was too painful to remember how Sirius had suffered, wandering around those rooms alone.
Hermione Granger, Harry's best friend and the sister he'd never had, was staying at the Burrow as well, but she spent most of her time looking for her parents in Australia with Ron's help, which left Harry alone with the other Weasleys most of the time. Not that Harry complained: after all, Ron and Hermione had asked if he wanted to join them and he had refused and he could spend a lot of time with Ginny. Nevertheless, it was incredibly painful for him to pretend he believed Mrs Weasley when she said she was fine while Harry had just walked on her crying her eyes out.
Harry felt responsible for every single death in this war. So many people had died to protect him, or at least support him. It was terribly weird to see George wander through the rooms of the house like a ghost with a hole where his ear should be. It was like looking at a picture ripped in two parts.
And Fred had been only one of the many casualties of the war.
Harry had thought for a brief moment to ask Andromeda Tonks if she would have him in the house with her, as her not even one year old grandson, Teddy Lupin, was his godson and was now orphan. Harry knew he would have to be present in Teddy's life, not only because of his role as godfather, but also because he too had lost his parents when he was but a baby. How could he ask Andromeda to take him in when he'd been the cause for her daughter and son-in-law's deaths?
Now that Remus Lupin, who, after Sirius's death, had been the last link Harry had with his late parents, was dead along with his wife, Nymphadora Tonks, Percy Weasley, the Weasleys' third son, who, after a terrible row with his father, had deserted his family and was very happy about having his family back again, despite his brother's recent death, had taken his place as official comforter, so Harry was happy to see him sitting at the kitchen table when he came down for breakfast. Harry was still rather shaken by the confusing dream he'd had and didn't really want to be alone with Mrs Weasley despite how much he enjoyed the woman's company.
"Oh, good morning, Harry dear!" Mrs Weasley said far too briskly when Harry entered the kitchen. Harry glanced at Percy who nodded shortly at him and knew instantly that the woman had been crying until now. "Andromeda's coming for lunch!"
Harry understood now why Mrs Weasley seemed more cheerful. They had all seen Teddy Lupin only once, at the child's parents' funeral, and everyone had absolutely adored little Ted Lupin. The baby would really help their mourning, he reminded them that they had the chance to build a future, a better world for Ted and a future generation to live in. Harry had never told anyone this, but when he had used the Resurrection Stone his parents, Sirius and Remus had appeared and he had had the chance to see them one last time. Remus had said that he had fought in an effort to create a better world for his son and Harry was determined, as were the others, to build it in Remus's stead. Harry had lost almost all his loved ones but he wouldn't let their efforts to create a better world to be in vain.
Harry remember that Mrs Weasley had told Andromeda that she could count on them for anything she needed. Andromeda had glanced to the side but the funeral was so crowded with members of the Order of the Phoenix and students and staff of Hogwarts that Harry couldn't tell if she was just seeing if someone inappropriate was listening or if she was looking for something. Mrs Weasley had asked if she could do something but Andromeda had just requested if she could gather them all and give an announcement.
Harry had been worried that she'd wanted to leave the country, as many wizards were doing, but Andromeda just explained that she had something to tell.
Few hours after breakfast, Harry had won the battle against Mrs Weasley and was allowed to help setting the table at the very least.
Andromeda was very punctual as she appeared in the fireplace exactly at noon as they'd decided. She was carrying Teddy with one arms and another child who immediately hid behind her robes when the Weasleys and Harry (Ron and Hermione were still in Australia) all gathered in the living room to welcome her in the house.
The silence was complete (only Percy was quite confused) as Andromeda ruffled the two year old child's dark hair and he stared curiously at the people in the room. "Don't be shy, dear, no one's going to harm you." she said with a smile. She sighed and looked up at the Weasleys and Harry. "This is Sirius's son."