The war is over. Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, rid the wizarding world of his influence, saved so many.

So much was lost in the war. It can be felt in the air: the lingering gloom. The depressing setting that used to feel like home. ——— Harry is sitting on a bench, lost in thought. He’s not nearly in the best mood. He sits alone until Draco approaches him. Harry doesn’t look up at him, but through peripheral vision, he can see his sneer. “Hey Potter. What are you doing out here, all alone?”