A Harry Potter fanfic.

Harry's Goodbye.

by: bubble drizzles

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first multi-chapter Harry Potter fic. I usually write Percy Jackson, but I've been thinking of this plot for a while now. I'm excited about it, but kind of worried too, cause most of the fics I've read on the Harry Potter fandom are really, really good. I hope you guys all like this, (:

Summary: All of you shaped me into what I am. Now you're gone and nothing's ever felt so wrong. Harry's letters to those he lost, but who changed his life, for better or worse.

PROLOGUE.

He was walking through Diagon Alley, thrilled to see everything was slowly going back to how it used to be. It had been a week. Finally, the war was over. Some were mourning the loss of their loved ones; others, partying, happy because after all these year, Voldemort was defeated for good.

Harry stopped when he got to store number 93 and looked up to see the sign that said Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He sighed as he saw the short, plump woman with flaming fiery red hair that he cared for like she was his own mother. Her eyes were the same shade of warm brown as Ginny's, the girl Harry loved and could, now that Voldemort was gone, be with. Molly Weasley, at that moment, was discussing with a young man, in his early 20's, who had the same red hair as everyone in her family but was missing his left ear. She knew it was pointless, he wouldn't ever change his mind, but she had to try to convince him to leave the shop. Ever since the war ended, he'd been working more and more everyday and Harry knew exactly why. It was the same reason he prefered being alone these days to faking a smile and thanking when people congratulated him for defeating the Dark Lord. In fact, all the Weasley family, plus those who were left of the Order of the Phoenix, seemed to be doing that now. Avoiding their problems, mourning silently.

"Harry, honey, we're over here!" he heard Mrs. Weasley call and walked over to where the whole family, plus Hermione, were now. "We're almost done, we'll go home soon. Are you ready?"

"Um, actually, Mrs. Weasley, I was thinking of stopping by Quality Quidditch Supplies," he lied, "You don't have to wait for me, I'll be back to The Burrow in time for dinner." In reality, he had just been to Quality Quidditch Supplies before coming back to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but he needed some time to think. The funeral would be tomorrow. Fred's, Remus', Tonks', along with some more wizards and witches who died in the War and whose families agreed on having a big funeral for all of them. Harry had been dreading this day ever since it was decided. He couldn't stand the idea of seeing everyone's dead bodies before him; people who could've been alive had he only realized what he had to do sooner.

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Well, alright. Be careful, now. Shall we go then?" she asked the rest.

"I think I'm staying with Harry, Mrs. Weasley. I haven't been to Quality Quidditch Supplies in so long. . ." Hermione said.

"You don't like Quidditch, Mione," Ron stated.

"I know that," she said through gritted teeth while glaring at her boyfriend, "I just thought I'd start looking for something to give to Harry. Birthday present, you know?"

"We're in May! His birthday is in July!"

"RON!" she exasperated, giving him a look that clearly stated she wanted to be alone with Harry.

"Oh. . ." He finally seemed to understand what it was all about cause he yelled, "Ohhh! That thing we talked about! Oh, yeah. . ."

"Yes, Ron. We'll be back soon, Mrs. Weasley. Let's go, Harry," she said, dragging him out of the store. If the others didn't buy it, which Harry assumed they hadn't, they didn't question anything. When they were out of view, Harry pulled Hermione to a smaller street.

"What is it, Mione?"

"What's what?"

"Oh, come on! You know I didn't fall for that "gift for me" thing."

She sighed, "Fine, Harry. I just wanted to talk to you."

"Well, you could've just talked to me at The Burrow."

"I've tried! But it's like you're not even listening!" He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him, "And I know what you're thinking about. It's not your fault, Harry. You know it isn't!"

"Of course it is, Hermione! If I had realized sooner that I had to willingly let Voldemort kill me, these people could still be alive. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Colin Creevey. . . Would you stand seeing them all, lifeless in front of you? No but's, Mione."

She sighed once more, "That's what Ron and I have been wanting to talk to you about." When he raised an eyebrow, she continued, "I think you need a way to let this all out."

"This what?"

"This grief, this loss, this . . . I don't know, these feelings?"

"And what would you suggest?"

"I've been reading some Muggle books about loss and some people who lost their loved ones said writing your feelings to them really helps."

"Are you telling me to write to dead people?" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm trying to help you, Harry! We're trying to help you! You think Ginny isn't worried?"

He didn't really think he needed any help, but the mention of Ginny made him want to try. He didn't want her to worry, and if she could notice how badly this was affecting him, he would do anything in his power to try to get rid of these . . . feelings. He sighed, "I'll try, Mione. I'll write one and see if it does any good. If it does, I'll keep going."

She smiled brightly. "Oh, that's terrific, Harry! Thank you so, so much!" she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug, and Harry couldn't help but find himself smiling too. How could he not be happy, with his best friend excited like that?

Well, this was the prologue. I'll be trying to post the first letter next week. I hope you all enjoyed it and if you think I should work on or improve something, leave a review. Also, check out my Harry Potter/Percy Jackson crossover United We Stand, a collab with my good friend , if you're interested.

Thank you (:

Love,

bubble drizzles