Harry hides from the truth but his eyes say all that his mouth doesn't.

After the war, Harry is left with traumatic memories and many sins to his name - but Hermione was always there to help. What's he supposed to do when his last support is brutally taken away?

Watching his only daughter slowly die was never easy, sometimes it was heartbreaking, but watching her give up was probably the hardest thing Harry's ever had to do.

Sometimes people see things so traumatising that it changes them forever. Harry wishes he could hate them for what they've made him. Hell, he just wishes he could feel something... anything.

It was a slow process, falling out of love, but now they have, can Harry and Ginny move on and let the facade of perfection shatter?

Don't tell me I'm a hero. I'm not.

It took one spell and the past two years were forgotten. Harry and Hermione's forbidden relationship was forcibly destroyed for the Greater Good and Harry must commend them for being so ruthless about it.

"There were times when I was younger, I wanted to fly." He said wistfully, "Just me in a freefall. Freedom. Do you think, if I jumped, that I would be free, Hermione?"