The crimson flames encircled him. He lost so many people: Ron, Hermione, Remus, Dora, Ginny, Molly, Fred, and everything, and everyone he held dear. Now life was meaningless to him. He was alone, a second time. The DA was defeated another time by Voldemort. He had to make that all those death were not useless. He stood up ready to sacrifice himself, when he finally understood what the answer of the riddle was: death… He opened the golden snitch and found the Resurrection Stone.

The spirits of his parents, of Sirius were next to him now. They wouldn't leave him anymore. He smiled, Dumbledore always knew what he needed the most. Harry was ready to sacrifice himself to protect his dear ones like his mom did. The young man stood up right in front of his enemies Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The dark wizard smiled:

"How brave of you Harry Potter. Still thinking that I will kill you? Sorry to tell you but I know that you are one of my Horcruxes."

Harry gasped. How did he know? What should he do now that even Voldemort won't kill him? Abandoned by all, even by death. Slowly he started to retreat but Voldemort looked at him in disdain and said:

"Is that it Potter? How disappointing I thought you would entertain me more.

-Noo!"

Harry woke up all sweaty. He took his head into his hands and started breathing slowly. Why did he dream of that day again? Even now he still felt that strong gaze burning his skin. He shook his head trying to forget all those memories. He looked around his small bedroom. The only things around were the bed and a small table. Now he was living with a girl named Paula. She was the only one who would overcome the rules for him, even thought they were clear: "Find Harry Potter and bring him to the castle." Well, actually Voldemort was back being the seducing Tom Marvolo Riddle, and had control over all the wizard's world. He was also the most influent man in the UK. Even if his dream was achieved he still wanted the death of the younger one… But somewhat it still made him… happy?

He yawned and slowly left his room while greeting Paula. A delicious smell escaped from the kitchen however he did not have any appetite.

"Hi! How was your night, did she say cheerfully

-Ummm, horrible would most likely be my answer.

-Well, I kind of noticed you kept on screaming all night long."

He blushed and quickly muttered something like "S-sorry because I was a nuisance." He definitely should ask her that question, yes the question that has been torturing him since that day.

"Paula….

-Yes?

-Well, I wanted to ask you something, he said; it was hard putting what he thought into words.

-Sure.

- What is it… when you want to, to be recognized by someone! Even as an enemy.

- Darling, it's easy, it's love.

-What the hell are you saying!

- The truth dear. It's obvious!

-It's. Not. At. All.

-Well, believe me or not, it's your choice. Love isn't something that can be easily understood. By the way your breakfast is on the table."

He has angered her for sure she hated not being trusted. He took a deep breath while she was leaving, and started thinking about his words. Love, huh, he forgot how it felt to be loved is: his parents, the Weasley, his friends, all those who loved him and trusted in him died, al by Voldemort's fault. So how could he fall for him she was just saying nonsense "Love isn't something that can be easily understood." He shook his head it was starting to give him headaches he should stop thinking about it for the moment.

The twenty years old man went to the kitchen to try to eat, when he suddenly hear screams in the street. He carelessly ran outside, to see what was happening. Then he saw what was causing all this commotion: a poor old woman had her son killed right in front of her while she was being tortured by the Death Eaters. He was the only one in this crowd who could understand her.

Suddenly a gaze behind him made him shiver, and he only realized how much of an idiot of a stupid he was: He was in a street, in the daylight in front of Death Eaters without any Invisibility Cape or his wand. He was already hearing the mutters of the people while he was backing up when a hand grabbed his shoulder.