Author's Note: Okay, this is a slightly different style from usual, and I'm not sure how long it's gonna be, so just hang in there, okay? Harry is in his final year in Hogwarts, and had fallen in love (with someone BESIDES Cho) but a terrible battle broke out. Also: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! I need suggestions…I'm kinda new at this, and today I feel evil…heh-heh.

Chapter One: Devastation

It was over. At last, Voldemort was dead…killed by the Boy Who Lived and his friends. The final showdown had been a terrible one, destroying most of Hogwarts and it's students. Harry stumbled, bleeding, hardly noticing the carnage at his feet.

Harry stumbled, his head full of echoed screams and pleas. For the first time in his life, he had truly killed. Crabbe, Goyle, Mr. Malfoy, The Lestranges, and, of course, Voldemort himself. He wondered vaguely if he would ever sleep again…he deeply doubted it.

He stumbled on, stepping delicately around someone unrecognizable in Hogwarts robes. Harry was numb. Numb from pain, terror, and shock. He hardly heard any of the sobbing around him. People were identifying bodies on all sides, and every once in a while he recognized a name.

"Seamus…Neville…Earnie…Pansy…Padma…" tear filled voices listed the names. Several teachers were dead as well, including McGonnagal and Trelawny. Snape had survived, and Harry didn't know whether or not to care. Dumbledore was in a coma, but he looked better already (or so "they" had said…but Harry didn't care about that right now either).

Harry didn't really care about anyone, as long as she was okay. He hunted for Astronel, hoping. She had been right beside him, as well as Ron and Hermione, of course.

Many people said Astronel looked like Lily Potter, with her red hair and fair complexion. Harry had a few good ideas of what those people could do to themselves. He loved her, and Sirius said her personality was the opposite of Lily's.

They knew they were young, but they wanted to get married once school was out. They had the money, the ambition, and (of course) the love. No one thought this was a mistake, and they were glad. They depended on each other, and hated to be separated.

Now Harry stumbled on, looking desperately for her. She needed to be alive. They could find Ron and Hermione, and make like hockey players and get the puck out of here. He could get on with his life if she were here…if she was still alive.

Harry stumbled and cursed himself. He was distraught, and didn't seem capable of walking correctly. He would laugh later- if he started now, he wouldn't be able to stop.

Author's Note: Weird, huh? "Stumbled" is the only word to describe him right now. I think I might continue…heh-heh. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (please)