They won the war, so why does he feel so numb? He should be happy, right?
He didn’t get it. He looked around and saw everyone was happy. Happy, happy, ̶̡̧̛̬̬͔͙̣̺̯̗̘̰̀͗͗̔̿͜͝͠h̵̛̦͆͂̐̈́͋̏̽̐̓͘͝͝å̸̧̮̠͎̪̯̟͉̣̬̟̀̀̓ṕ̸̢̙̣͎̟͑͒̾͜͜p̶̢̥̰̫̳̼̱̙̠͖̯̼̻̬̐̿͛͗̒͒̓̋̒͐͜y̵̛̲͛̊͒̾̐̃̐̀̑́͒. He couldn’t stand it.
🌑
He secluded himself in Grimmauld Place, with Kreature for company.
🌒
A month passed, he started to dream. His dreams were nothing like what he had in his younger years. He dreamt of hands firm and calloused, yet gentle holding him like he was something precious, the touch was grounding, grounding in a way he didn’t know. He didn’t even notice he was drifting, drifting away from the mess of a world ever since the Battle of Hogwarts.
He wakes up crying
🌓
A month, then two. He started losing time during the day. Sleeping the days away. Content to be held like something precious, something to be cherished.
🌔
On the of the rare day where he didn’t sleep the day away, Kreature mentioned something to him.
“Half-blood master be soulsick. Yous be showing all symptoms.”
“Soulsick? What do you mean?”
“Nasty half-blood master be having soulmate. Soulmate be dead as master be soulsick.”
🌕
It turns out that some lucky wixen get soulmates. Soulmates who share a soul. Soulmates who are meant to love and cherish each other for all their lives after finding their other half.
If a wixen’s soulmate dies the other will follow soon. Afterall, a wixen simply can’t live with only half a soul, it would destroy the body and magic.
“Bloody hell, of course this happens to me. Fucks sake.”
“Nasty master wills be dead by end of year most likely. Enough time to get affairs in place. Kreature will bes helping.”
“...”
“.?”
“Thanks Kreature.”
🌖
“Is there a way to find out who my soulmate was?”
“... Not that Kreature bes knowing of. Black library might be having answer.”
“Thanks.”
2 months left.
🌗
“I don’t want my friends to find out about this.”
“Is it an order?”
“... No. Do you want me to be elsewhere when my time is up?”
“...No. Yous be staying here in master bedroom. Afterall, you will signify the end of the main line of The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.”
“Ok. I assume there is a burial process for the Black family?”
“Yes. I’s will be carrying out rites and rituals for safe passage and will make sure yours body rest in Black tomb”
“... Oh, ok.”
1 month left.
🌘
“I will entrust the Black possessions in your care Kreature, you may do what you wish with them.”
“Silly master should be in bed.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be heading up soon. I just need to finish this note.”
“Very well. I’s will be waiting for you.”
“Thank you.”
🌑
“Thank you, Kreature, for taking care of me. I wish you the best of luck for the future.”
“Master need no thanking me. I’s will continue to serve House of Black until my end.”
“I know you’ll serve well. Make sure the note is delivered?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
“...”
“..."
̶̡̨̢̡̛̛̖̘̻̗̥̟͕̼̙͖̦͇̹̣͓̥̻͙̜͚̪̦͙͙̯̰̭̟͉̋̽͋͆͗̑͛͑͆̓̎͊̅͑̿̈́͜͜͝ͅT̴̢̡̡͍̗̺̝͈͚̗̞̖̖̞͍̙͚̯̻̪̖̞̭͇̗̘̘͎̬̯̦̘͎̙͛̂̋̈̎̈́̄̐̿͒̈̓̑̓̓͋͘̚̕̕ͅį̴̛̛̰̟͔̖͎̗̤̳̩̻̥͎̟̻̋̂̇͛̊̑̔̇͆̾̾̿͊̈́̎̾̓̎̈̔͌̀̿̈̍̓̈́̋̈́̂͛̃͘͝ͅm̸̡̡̧̨̛̭͕͔̼̪̜̟̼̙̼͍̲̘̘̬̘̦̖̹̗̱̣͍̰̝͔͕̰͇͋͛̎͐̈́́̃͐̓̑̀͋͋̿͛̉̑̇̓͊̏́̓̀̑̋̂̅͂͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅę̵̡̢͔͙̳̭͓̦̼̱̹̗̖̩͓̭̺͔̰̘̠̦̺̱͖̞̪̖͛̐̓̈́̆̇̂̕͜ş̷̺̞̫̗̝̥͇̘̜͕͉̮̜̞̘̫͉̠̙̪̖͖͗̀ ̸̺͇̝̭̝̱͖̰͖͔̹̪̗͎̠̥̟͙̉̂̇̃̚͘ư̵̧̼͇̙̦̲̪̍̈́́̄̍̈͆̆͆̑̊͘͘͝p̷̨̡̨͍͉͔̙̪̱̞͖͇̙̘̭̘̪͙̟͈̙̝̠̱̜̯͙͚̞̗͎͙͖͓̦̾̈́͑̎͜͜ͅ
⚫
Vibrant eyes dulled, the body that was tense relaxed into the soft mattress like a heavy weight was lifted from their shoulders. Their last breath was a quiet hiss of ‘Thank you’. The elf by their bedside disappeared with a crack, along with the note to Gringotts, notifying them of what had transpired.
⚫
Departed from the mortal realm, Harry is finally able to rest. He has done his duty and now, he can relax.
His arrival at the gates of the Afterlife, he was greeted by his family, his mum and dad, young as the day they died, Sirius and Remus, young and unburdened and Fred, lovely Fred who died too young. His beloved owl and first friend Hedwig. Snape and Dumbldore and Tonks and Cedric. Everyone was here. Unburdened and young.
And yet, his soul wasn’t here.
⚫
̴͍̠̟̺̈̎̑̓͊́"̷̧͉̾̋̂̐̑̏Í̶͖͓͕̮̟͜'̸̢̬̲̽͋̕v̵̡̳̘̎̐̌̈̒͜e̸̮̼͒̎̍̊ ̶̲̀̔b̶̤̆̇̂̿͠e̷̢̧̘̼̻̬̿̾̃e̶̫̻̾̔̅n̵̪̺͐͆̆̀͝ ̵̬̟̠̓́̐̄̅͜ẃ̴̮̹̲̀́͌̒͘ä̴̟̯̺͓͌̾̒ͅȉ̵̛͓ẗ̶̬̯͓̘̪́̓̍̚͠i̶̭̳̞̯͊͒̋͊̓n̴͍̉g̸̡̅͘ ̵̼̲̐̄̎̔͠f̶̨̮̥͎̏́̽͠o̴̱̩̯̅͗r̷͉͉̦̤̊̐ ̵̠̄̈͂͛͑͝y̴͇̲̭̹̌ờ̴͚̙̍͗̐̚ų̴̜͙͂͊̏̈́̾͝,̵̣͕͉̜͕̫̄͋͘ ̷̟̹͗̍̑͗M̶͍̬͔̱̗͑̒͘a̷̫͕͕̥̔̈̉̀s̶̳͓̣̲̠̾̾͊͌̈́̚ͅẗ̴̠͇̳͙͍͠e̸̘͔̝̠̙̞̅̉r̶͉̪̤̬͗̒̅͋̐.̵̝̙̹͆͂͑̕"̶̛͎̻͉͓̻̝̀̿̐̈̈
“Hello, good to see you, ̶̞̯̝͗͂͊D̸̜̟̿͋͜e̷͝ͅͅa̵͇͑̉t̷͎̋̚h̸̻̰̓.”
̸̙̺̜̈́̀̆"̶̗̙́̈́͂͠C̴͈̜̩̿̃̿͂̌̎̈́͆͜ͅȏ̵̧̼͚̲̗͂͠m̶̧̡̞̻͕̩͈̼͔̐̋͌̒͆e̵͇̤͆͛,̸̡͖̣̠̳͔̓̋͑̂̕͜͝ ̸̛̼̼̟̟̻̟̫̓̓̍͆͐̆̏͝ͅy̸̛̝̘ŏ̶̠͈̜͙̉̾̀͋͒̈̎͜͝u̴̡͖͇̫͚̱͎̎̅̿͆̑͝ȑ̶̲̭̤̻ ̵̨̟͔̰͖͉̭̀͆s̸͉͎̿͛̐ǫ̴͍̫͕̜͉̼́ȕ̵͙̝̳ͅļ̶̣̺̭̰̤͈̒̒͊̊̏̐̿̂͜͝ ̷̢̯͕͛̎̾̀̈́͗͝ĭ̵̡̜̩̉͑͊͝s̸̛̺̲̓̀̔͗͑̒͋̈́ ̵̨̳͎͍͔͖̙̍͌̍̋͝ẇ̵̡̼̗̯͎̼̕ͅa̶̧̳̣̜̽̋̽͂i̶̭̖̞̣̾̂͛̐͆͌̅͠͝t̶̜̪͕͒͗̆̆̈͘ͅi̷̧̡̛̛̜̮͊̇̅͂̚͘n̴̢̛͔̞̞̙̠͖͋͆̑̌͛̔͐͜͝g̶̳̝̤̩̎̒͋́̀̍́͝.̴̨̉͛"̴̦̀̊̐̓̄
“Of course.”
⚫
“My soul, I have finally found you.”
“I missed you.”
“Welcome home.”
“Home is you.”
“Promise you’ll stay Harry?”
“Of course Tom. From now and forever more my love.”