His life was over. His life just seemed to stop, to just shut down. He couldn't go on, he couldn't function. Fred was gone. He was gone. Ron was in pieces. It could've been him. It /should've/ been him! Ron deserved to die. He deserved to feel pain after what he did. Fred had done no wrong, just innocent pranks! He brought laughter to this world, Ron brought pain. Pain to Harry and Hermione for leaving them. Pain to his family because they knew it could've been Ron who was crushed. And they knew he should've been. Ron was trying to rebuild the Wizarding World with Harry and Hermione, but how he when could hardly fix himself up? All of his doubts, overwhelming him. He was breaking, cracking. He was supposed to be one of the three who was to help everybody rebuild themselves. He was a big figure now. But Ron had so much to just brush off to help everybody. How could he do that when his brother was dead? How could he just put that away to help everyone else? Now that he had fame, he suddenly wasn't expected to have feelings, to be affected by anything that happened. The magical world needed fixing, but so did Ron Weasley.
Harry was standing on dried blood. He had no idea whether it was the blood of someone on the light side, or the blood of the enemy. He didn't care by this point. He just didn't care anymore. He was only here because it was his job. He had to fix the world he destroyed. He didn't deserve to be standing there, at the ruins of Hogwarts. He should've died. He wanted to die now. Sirius was dead, Remus and Tonks were dead, his parents were dead. Fred, Collin, Dobby. All dead. Because of him. Why did he have to be the hero? Why'd he have to be the one who lived? Why him? Why wasn't it someone who deserved it. Neville, perhaps. He was the one stayed and helped. He was the one who was the brave one. Harry was stupid. He should've thought to stay at the school. He should've help. But everyone would disagree. They would say he did a lot, hunting Horcruxes. But all he did was survive the killing curse. Hermione figured out where most of the Horcruxes were, Harry would be dead without Ron and Neville kept everyone safe and killed Nagini. He just shot the curse. Anybody could've done it. Harry didn't deserve the money he had or Ginny, his great girlfriend or Hermione and Ron, who without Harry would be dead. So Harry would spend the rest of his life rebuilding, working to fix the world he destroyed.
She shouldn't be there. She should at least fifteen thousand kilometers away, in Australia, finding her parents. Why did she have an obligation to fix the ruins? She knew she was selfish, knew that some people didn't have parents now, but why should she suffer? She knew her parents were alive, out there somewhere, so why shouldn't she have them? Why should she not have parents just because some people can't? But no. She couldn't have a normal life with her parents because she was a hero. She had to help rebuild everything because... because why? She already did her part. The people who wanted her to build didn't suffer like her. They weren't on the run, they didn't have to erase their parents memory of them, they didn't have to live with the burden of the Horcruxes, they didn't have to see anything she had, had to experience the darkness of her deepest fears. They didn't know. She was the victim,. That's what they didn't understand. They didn't understand that she had problems too. She was just the invincible Hermione Granger to everyone else. Nothing could bring her down. Except it already had. She was down, down, down. She didn't know if she would ever be up again.