Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter as much as I want to

So after realizing how Harry does everything he set out to do in life before the age of 18, I decided to write this fic. This is my first more serious fanfic. Not serious and Sirius but serious as in… You know what I mean. Anyway I don't know if I am that good at more dramatic fics so please read/review I really appreciate it.

As I see Voldemort's body falling back, crumpling unto itself I realize, I've completed my life work.

I should feel happy, accomplished.

But I don't.

From the age of elven, from the age of one I've been fighting this man and now it's over.

I should feel glad, relieved.

But I don't.

People would think I am some sort of hero, that I have my life all planed out, but now that I killed him it's more 'What the hell next?'

I see the fighters rush towards me all at once. Ron, Hermione, Ginny they reach me first.

I should feel proud that they look to me as a saviour, grateful for all their support.

But I don't.

I feel drained and exhausted, physically from fighting for so long with out sleep, mentally from seeing so many friends and family die.

I should feel comforted to know they didn't die in vain, proud to have avenged their memories.

But I don't.

I feel nothing but sadness, grief and exhaustion. Shock that it's finally over. Not just my battle but my time at Hogwarts too. Seven years go by fast when you're fighting the darkest wizard. Sure it wasn't the best school life one could ever have. And every year a new challenge, a new danger. Some horrible things happened at Hogwarts. But it was my home. The place I felt happiest.

Just like Tom.

Just like Snape.

People might think I want to forget those memories, think I want to start fresh.

But I don't.

So what do you think? Did it suck? Was it good? I kind of liked it but what I know? So please leave me a review, I appreciate it a lot. Thank you all, love you lots.
~Amy