The Book of Reconciliation

Well, shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
After all that had happened, Harry was drained. The stinging curse was crazily painful but the cold wet ground beneath him was refreshing. He realised the ground was sand and a brief smile made its way onto his face. That was crazy.

Dobby laid there too. Short, sharp breaths. A long sleek knife had pierced his chest.
...

He had died amongst friends. It felt wrong, so wrong. He was an innocent, good soul. He may have tried to drop a chandelier on Bellatrix Lestrange but she didn't count as a person to Harry. She was just a thing, a monster, Voldemort's female counterpart. Killing Bellatrix probably would've made Dobby's soul even purer in his opinion.
Fuck. 'Purer', what a shit word. The reason for all this death and destruction was in the name of Purity.
They laid Dobby to rest properly. It was the only way.
After a few days of escaping Malfoy Manor they started to work on the next part of their mission: Gringotts.
It was constantly on Harry's mind why Draco didn't identify him. It was like... like he didn't want it to be  

Apparating to such a beautiful location could've been a small break in their relentless effort to end it all.

Harry c'mon." Ron's voice echoed through the beach house.
It had got more gruff over the course of nearly a year. That's how long it had been. Too long.
He longed to be back at Hogwarts like it used to be...
well not used to be exactly, fighting a vampiric unicorn-blood drinking professor with an ugly face tucked beneath his turban and waking up in the hospital wing is not his wish. Nor slaying a big snake after Ginny was possessed to enter it's creepy basement like chamber and ending up the hospital wing. Or when the dementors had it out for him and a he was told a murderous raving lunatic was after him and he ended up in the hospital wing. Neither fifth year when Umbridge reigned hell on everyone and Harry got tortured after which he stupidly didn't end up in the hospital wing to heal his cuts. Probably should've gone to a mental hospital instead... of course then there was last year. The year Harry really lost himself.
Dumbledore was still a mysterious fellow to Harry, but when Dumbledore died that night part of Harry died with him. He couldnt explain it without sounding mad but for a long time Dumbledore filled the gaping hole in Harry which longed for family. Now Hermione and Ron were his family. And Luna and Neville and the rest of the Weasley family. The thing that always separated Harry from the Weasley's was his hair. It was iconic, the bright red was the heart of the family and Harry stood out like a sore thumb. Not quite the right metaphor as a sore thumb is usually red he contemplates.
Today they begin the Polyjuice Potion.