Hope you like this one shot. I made it in like, 10 minutes. It called Survivors Guilt. Don't ask why please? Xx

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It's all J.K Rowling's. All of it.

Hour after Hour. Day after Day. He felt nothing. Nothing but guilt. He should have died. Not Remus. Not Tonks. Not Ron. Hermione. Fred. Ginny. George. The rest of the Weasleys. But especially not Harry.

I should have protected him. He fulfilled the prophecy. He had just killed Voldemort. He'd had a chance at a normal life at last, and it was taken from him mere seconds after it was given. It was my fault. I should have protected him. I could have stopped this from happening. I should have knocked him out the way and taken the curse myself.

Suddenly a live image played itself over and over in his mind.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Golden Flames erupted from the point the spells had collided. Voldemorts wand flew high up in the air and Harry caught it. He stood for a few seconds until he turned to look at him, him who should have died when Harry had lead his friends into the ministry, when Remus pushed him and took the curse for him and fell into the veil. There was a flash of green light from the direction of Lucius Malfoy. He saw the light leave his Godsons eyes, as he gave a triumphant smile and he fell, like a puppet with its strings all cut. And yet again fighting broke out. Not to win the war, but in revenge of the lights saviour, the golden boy of Gryffindor.

Afterwards he walked through the hall. It was a sea of bodies, some in robes, some in muggle clothing, empty eyes staring at the ceiling. He saw them. All together. A mass of red hair. Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Molly and Arthur. Next to Ron holding his hand, a last loving smile on her face was Hermione. Next to Ginny, with glassy eyes and the look of triumph on his face was Harry. The emerald eyes glossed over, and Sirius, the once marked man, fell to his knees.

He was going to end it. He didn't want to live. He had no one and nothing to live for.

If I die, live my life for me Sirius. Live the life I always wanted, and we'll meet again, maybe in a hundred years, and I'll tell you about how I've been watching you, through the good and the bad, through everything. I will always be in your heart Sirius, I'm with my parents, Remus, the Weasleys, and this is how it's supposed to be.

Just a one shot.

I don't know how it was, but I hope it was good. I don't know where I got the idea from; it just flowed when I was writing.