A/N : Welcome all to my new story, sorry for rubbish title but suggestions are welcome for a better one. This is my first fanfiction I have wrote so please no hate but criticism is welcome. Please review even if its just a 'I like the story so far'. Right now I am going to see where this story is going I have a rough idea where I want is to go but you never get what you want so hey ho! It will probably be the typical after war story, them building up their lives and starting work ect. This will be a Ron/Hermione Bill/Fleur Harry/Ginny and a few more subtle ships in there!
Thanks and lets begin with the story!

Chapter 1: After Voldemort.

He'd done it… Every little thing in his life had lead up to this. The raven haired teen stared in shock and horror. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Adrenalin faded out his body, pain raged throughout. Everything he had done in his longest day ever caught up to him. His dull lifeless emerald eyes rolled back into his head and he floated to the ground.

Charlie and Bill Weasley, luckily, caught him. All the grief stricken faces around the room shared the same look – fear – had their saviour died? Or was he just exhausted? They all hoped for the latter. Not after everything he's been through they weren't going to let him go that easily. A flash of red hair struck the two older Weasley's vision a panicking Ginny Weasely clutched Harry Potter's hand. She immediately softened her death grip as a small groan escaped Harry's unconscious self when she griped his battered hand hard. The two older Weaslys carried Harry to the make-shift hospital wing on the other half of the now ruined great hall. Bricks laid everywhere dust caressing every nook and cranny. Dried blood in patches on the floor and wall. Ginny tagged along not letting go of his hand fear that as soon as she did he would disappear

The school nurse – Madam Pomfrey – bustled around handing potions here and there to the gruesome walking wounded. They would have to wait 'til more St. Mungo's staff came to help but right now they were dealing with the critically injured or the near-death patients. She froze as she saw her most frequent patient, okay she wasn't sure but she could recognise that messy mop of raven hair anywhere even if it was caked with mud, dirt and blood. She quickly showed the three Weasley's to the closest bed. Of course she was right; it was her favourite patient, Harry, although he looked a lot worse than he had throughout the years. She whipped out her wand, she didn't know the damage done but she knew that Harry had a high tolerance for pain so he must be in a lot of pain to pass out from it. She quickly scanned over his unconscious form and sighed in frustration. This boy pushes himself to his limit doesn't he? She thought. The rest of the Weasley's and Hermione – who was currently gripping a certain Ronald Weasley's hand – gathered round.
"He doesn't look good" She started all the faces immediately dropped, she realised how much they cared for this boy, maybe more than she did? Well after all she only knew his health record but she still cared as if she was one of his own "He has magical and physical exhaustion, many breaks, cuts, gashes, bruises, burns and muscle tears, nothing a little magic won't do." She stated, adding a little humour to hopefully brighten the moods of people around. Didn't work, they just didn't seem to pick it up
"He'll be fine in a couple of days of resting in the hospital" Soft chuckles slithered throughout the air. They all knew how much Harry hated the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey detected something unfamiliar on her more thorough wand sweep. She gingerly lifted up his ripped bloody and muddy shirt to reveal what was underneath, nothing what anyone would have expected. A large, ugly purple-blackish bruise stared back at everyone. Everyone stared back. How did he get this? Where was it from? It was obviously not a normal bruise or Poppy Pomfrey wouldn't look so surprised; she gently prodded around a part on Harry's battered torso that didn't look so badly bruised. Harry let out a small whimper. Everyone could see how hard it was for him not to just cry out and scream even in his sleeping state. Madam pomfrey turned her gaze to Ron and Hermione, they just stared back both in shock, obliviously they didn't know what happened either. They would all have to play the waiting game until Harry woke to ask him.

The hospital wing was getting fixed first, even though the war was only over for barley and hour they decided to fix it so more patients could get seen and get proper care. Luckily only a part of a wall had caved in so the actual wing was not damaged, it was just getting to the hospital wing that was the problem because the wall caved in a small way in front of the doorway so all medical supplies were still blocked in. All the patients were brought up once a one over was done by Aurors to make sure no Death Eaters got in and jinxed objects of the room. A sea of red followed the raven haired teen, with one bushy brown speck. Ginny had still not let go of his hand and now that he was in a bed and they all had chairs Ron and Hermione were gripping Harry's other hand. They didn't have to wait long for the emerald eyes to open, they all thought he would sleep longer, due to his exhaustion, but he wanted to bend the rules again – obviously nothing held him back – Nobody seemed to notice him wake. Harry chuckled softly but it was quiet so no one was the wiser.

"Please don't leave us Harry, we need you" a worried Ginny Weasley whispered.

"Yeah" Ron agreed, Small tear tracks stained his cheeks.

"Well, you can't get rid of me that quickly" Harry stated, his voice was quiet and hoarse. Nobody spoke for a second and then Harry was attacked from all side with hugs. He chuckled softly to himself, he had his friends and more importantly he had his Ginny. Well she wasn't quite 'his Ginny' yet... but they hug and hand holding meant that she didn't hate him as such so he had hope that they could at least be friends after all this was done. But of course the war would never be done, there would still be grief and heart break but people move on and lives keep going so they would all have to help each other to pull through.

"WHAT are you doing?" Madam pomfrey shrieked once she had noticed the little group hug happening on Harry's bed. "Get off him he is still fragile and sore!" she continued.

"Looks like your stuck here mate" Ron said as he let go of Harry and dragged Hermione with him to sit on his lap onto the chair next to Harry's bed.

"It's okay Poppy, they were just…Er… Greeting me" Harry mumbled. Harry heard a small mumble come from the nurse which sounded a lot like "'Greeting me' my arse." But Harry let it go with a small muffled chuckle.

"Right, now how are you feeling?" she asked, Ron, Hermione and Ginny's gazes on him, he knew he couldn't lie, he could never do that to Ginny, or his friends, because unfortunately they saw straight through his lies... most of the time.

"Sore and incredibly tired" he breathed. Nods all round, they knew he wasn't lying.

"You should rest, you woke too soon and will just end up making yourself more exhausted if you don't get back to sleep" she commanded. Harry grumbled he really didn't like being in the hospital wing. Soon though he settled down Ginny's hand still in his. Her soft thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his hands. He only just caught a glance of the rest of the Weaslys, considering his glasses were off he thought he did well to identify them although it wasn't hard to notice that one red speck was gone. Fred.

Sleep soon claimed his war worn and torn body and he slipped into a fitful and uneasy sleep.