Is the end near?

      Harry should have been glad that the war was over and he was still alive, but he couldn't. He couldn't forget those who were left lying on the ground like dead weight, lifeless and still warm bodies, covered in scalding red blood.       He hadn't been able to sleep for a week, waking up every hour in a cold sweat, not because he had nightmares, something he couldn't predict, but because he had seen what had actually happened. He had seen it and every time he had passed by, been a bystander and couldn't help.       His throat had been hoarse for two days after the end of the war, and night after night Harry tore it out even more, straining himself in a disgusting, sobbing scream.       A week had passed, and Harry was terribly calm, he no longer cried, did not get hysterical or scream, tears did not well up in his eyes as soon as he remembered the past times, but not because he did not want to, but because he could no longer. Harry stood indifferently by the open window, in the house on Grimmauld, and smoked. Cigarette after cigarette, day after day.       So many thoughts swarmed in his head that Harry no longer understood what of them he remembered and what his inflamed brain had invented.       This morning, bright and sunny, did not become a reason to refuse mourning, but diluted the oppressive silence with a sharp and loud bang. Harry turned his disinterested gaze, meeting Hermione's eyes, who came out of the fireplace and tensely pursed her lips.       — Hermione ... – despite the tearing pain in his throat, he whispered, dropping the half-smoked cigarette on the floor.       Hermione shuddered at her own name and froze, she looked at Harry in horror and he could not understand whether she was afraid of him, or for him, because such a mixture of emotions was visible on her face that it became scary.       The girl, shaking her curly shock of hair, sighed, barely audibly approached Harry and pointed her wand right under his rib. Harry did not understand anything, but waited for her to gather her strength.       Just a second later, Hermione loudly and firmly declared:       — They have opened a hunt for you. – Harry shuddered, he had not heard other people’s voices for a long time, and especially the voices of his friends, they began to adjust their lives, experienced grief together, but Harry did not want this at all, so he closed himself off from all sympathetic looks and speeches. — They do not believe that someone who was able to survive two killing curses will not decide to take over the world, convinced of his strength. They want to conduct experiments, they want to kill you! – With each word, her voice gained more and more hysterical notes, but Harry only smiled warmly in response, the look of his faded green eyes warmed. He slowly, as if afraid, raised his hand and tucked the girl’s stray strands of blond hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek.       — Here's your savior... – he chuckled hoarsely. — Don't worry, dear, they won't be able to enter Grimmauld Place, have you forgotten? – Hermione was such a smart and strong witch, whom Harry admired day after day, but sometimes she forgot the most basic things. However, apparently, this time everything was different.       — No, no, Ron told them about. – the smile froze on his face, and his heart sank into his stomach, with a characteristic and heavy thud.       — They threatened him, said that he would not see his father or Percy. That they would put his family in Azkaban, for what they did in the war.       — But they can't... – Harry responded weakly. He still did not quite understand what was happening.       Hermione looked at him with despair and regret.       — They can, Harry, they can. Ron held out for a few days, but I knew what he would say, he couldn't help but choose a family. – Harry nodded firmly, although some gnawing, suffocating feeling had settled in his chest.       — I had a little time and I... – Hermione took a convulsive breath and Harry became wary, it was unlikely that Hermione's crazy plans ended well if she did everything herself. — You can't run away to other countries, they will find you everywhere, I... I collected some things, there is money, food, some books, clothes... everything-everything-everything... – she chattered, and Harry still could not understand what was happening, now the wand under his ribs was straining, and Hermione's muttering was frightening.       — I came up with... a spell... It... it should help, I know it. – Harry didn't even have time to say that he could move to another house, also under protection, that he could go on the run, like Sirius, or, as a last resort, drink Polyjuice: Hermione quickly whispered something and Harry's eyes widened, he fell to his knees like a heavy stone and took a convulsive breath: it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, and his skin seemed to be burning, Harry even remembered one of the many Crucio that he had experienced on himself.       He was shaking, and his nails dug into the skin of his neck, scratching it until it bled, trying to breathe in at least a little. Harry looked with a shaken face at Hermione's terribly pale and amazed face: she swallowed viscously and also plopped down on her knees. Harry, choking and wheezing, whispered:       — Hermione, please, no. – It was so unbearably painful that his brain refused to work, Harry didn't even hear what Hermione was whispering back to him, and her hugs and tears were disgustingly burning his skin, but Harry didn't move away, he hugged the girl back tightly, running his trembling fingers over the top of her head and squeezing Hermione in his arms and not even noticing that she had thrown something around his neck.       His organs seemed to be squeezed inside, if Harry had eaten today, he would have vomited his breakfast right now, but he was "lucky".       At some point, his skin began to burn so much that Harry thought he was burning, he watched with some kind of cold detachment as his own hands were absorbed by a bright light. A couple of seconds later, Harry passed out, but he didn't know from the pain or from the spell.