Voldemort is dead.

And you don't care. Every one is celebrating, but all you can do is morn. Remus is dead. Tonks is dead. Friends of yours, are lying dead.

And people are cheering.

You don't know what to do now, your whole life was defined by Voldemort.

People keep coming up to you and shaking you hand. Stupid fools, did they think you did it for them? That you actually give a damn about these people? People who call you a scapegoat one minute and a hero the next? This world of prejudice and hatred? No, you don't give a damn about this world. You would quite cheerfully burn it to the ground if only you had the energy.

You were never as noble as people thought.

You fought for two reasons. One was survival, Voldemort never would have stopped coming after you and you didn't want to spend your entire life looking over your shoulders. Secondly, for revenge. Not for your parents but for yourself. Voldemort had tried to kill you multiple times; you were merely returning the favour.

You always repay your debts.

And now Voldemort is dead and you feel hollow inside. You have done too much and seen too much to ever truly go back. You have won and you can't bring your self to care about anything anymore.

People will expect you to be an Auror. They will expect you to marry Ginny Weasly (she's a pure-blood witch from a light family after all). You don't particularly want to be an Auror, you've fought enough against the darkness. You don't want to marry Ginny as you don't love her (you don't even know if you're still capable of the emotion) and she could only ever see the Boy who Lived.

You're called the Boy who Lived, and no one ever noticed you died inside a long time ago.

You will be an Auror and you will marry Ginny. The worlds got your whole life planned out and once that would have made you angry, but you have no energy left with which to resist.

You hate this world, but you are to tired to fight.

Still…

Time heals all wounds, but some wounds leave scars. And, if once day you ever begin to care again, the hatred of this hypocritical world will still be there. The wizarding world should fear that day. After all...

You always repay your debts...