The Harry Potter Universe, and all that it holds belongs to J.K. Rowling. This is purely for Entertainment.

Attention: There are a few things you should know before diving into this story. In this writing you shall discover that I am following the books minus the epilogue. I shall dewell on a story of my own mind inspired by the writing of other fanfiction authors. This shall be my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it. I'm not excatly sure how long this will be but, I'm just going with the flow of how it comes to me. I'll be updating this story when each chapter is completed with each coming days, weeks or months apart but, I'll let you know in the beginning.

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Chapter One: Faces

Five Months After The War's Ending

"I'm sorry Hermoine but, I have to go. I need sometime away from this, I've lived with this for so long. This is my home but, I just need time away." Harry said looking at the bushy haired girl. He'd asked her to visit him so they could talk about something important.

"I understand that but, you're going to leave everyone else in the dark and leave me being the only one knowing that Harry Potter is hiding from the world? Better yet, you're going to leave us behind and for how long?" She questioned. Hermione didn't mention another reason she was upset with this decision, She felt useless like she couldn't help Harry deal with aftermath of the war. The witch couldn't even dream of how he was feeling.

Harry had to live with the faces of those who had died in the war all just so he could defeated the most feared wizard of the last few decades. There were also the nightmares where he relived all those deaths he'd seen again and lived his mind's fictionalization of those he hadn't. After the war ended, He'd locked himself in Grimmauld Place which was now legally his home, and his relationships had been somewhat strained most of his friend had not seen him in months with the exceptions of Hermoine, Ron, and the rest of the Weasly family. His relationship with Ginny quickly died of and she hasn't spoken to him since.

"I know this puts you in a difficult spot but, I just need alittle time out of the spotlight." He replied. "Will you atleast consider me coming with you? I can help you hide, I know plenty of places we could. My parents and I use to go on vacation to alot of places. I also heard of this place in the Canary Island that we could go, all you need is to pay to the amount of time you want to stay. It's suppose to be very beautiful and relaxing." She mused almost getting lost in thoughts of the place. Harry stood there silent in thought before finally replying. "Fine but, promise you won't tell anyone where we're going?" He said giving in and she finally smiled and almost squeezed him to death with a hug.

"Her..mione..can't..breathe." He struggled to say with his shortage of breathe to which she quickly released her hold on him. A redfaced Hermione would smile nervously at Harry before she excused herself to prepare (most likely for both of them). She apparated leaving only the sound of a pop as she vanished.

The wizard now alone in the kitchen sat down at the table, stared off into space through his glasses. His thoughts overtook him and the faces of those he knew now deceased came to the front. The deaths of Sirius, Cedric, and Dumbledore replayed in his mind. Harry would quickly try to deter his train of thought on this subject. He tried to focus on cheerful events that occurred in his life but, he hastily found himself with his arms crossed on the table and his head burried in his within them, Grimmauld place faded from around him.

Harry found himself in a very familiar graveyard, his body paralyzed as he watched a black haired boy with glasses witness the return of Voldemort after the death of another. The pale snake-like being would stand at the front of Harry who was held to the tombstone of Tom Riddle. The Scene quickly would change again, now finding himself in another room that he recongized as where Sirius had been murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange. Here, the Sirius stood next to Harry one second and then the words left the wicked witch's mouth and a greenlight emitted from her wand colliding with Sirius who was then gone. Almost as if He was seeing it for the first time, he shrieked his godfather's name.

His eyes opened with a trail of tears trickling down his cheeks, Harry found himself not in the Kitchen but, his bed. Also in the bed was Hermione, still lost in a sound slumber and he also discovered her grasp of his waist with her arms. This position suprisingly comforted him and the nightmare was placed to the back of his mind. The witch's warm hold helped him fall back to sleep this time more he was presented with more comforting dreams.