I was going to make an excuse about why I wasn't hear and all but then I was like... Fuck it. Readers don't care or would want to hear about my hardships or situations all they want is a story to make them feel however they want to feel. Well, here's to a new format!
WARNING: May contain weird situations like possible "incest" but I promise you it's not that bad. As well as mature content, and there may be possible headaches over what the hell is going on during the reading but I also promise you that it'll all make sense afterward. One more thing: I will not be responsible or liable for any physical pain due to this FanFic, if something does occur then it was most likely your fault. Less I actually went to your house and peanut-butter slapped you. Else I'd give you a hefty compensation for your troubles.
Prologue:
It was almost time, in a few minutes it'll be his birthday, as well as the day everyone he knew from his best friends Ron and Hermione to even acquaintances like Fleur and Krum were killed. All of his friends and their family were killed, and this greatly affected his mentality. For seven years Harry had searched for who did it. And ever since the end of the war Harry was able to sense when someone used an Unforgivable curse on someone, a skill that was quite handy for being part of the Aurors. However, in all of his friends' deaths not one was killed by the Avada Kedavra curse. Instead, the cause of death was similar to the curse in which that their bodies didn't have any signs of trauma, just that he didn't sense the aura that usually applied to Avada curse victims.
"Shit," he clutched his heart, remembering still hurt him. Harry hated remembering the pale, lifeless faces and the blank stares, "Their eyes!" Harry remembers he would say after another nightmare. It was always the same thing: a body he would know would wake up from it's eternal sleep and would just stare at him, Harry would try to talk to it but it'd never respond, just sits there looking at him as if it had regretted ever knowing him.
I can't take it anymore. He thought to himself. Today, today I'll do it. I don't care and don't want to care about it anymore!
"Today, today I'll make this pain go away." He whispered to himself. "I'm sorry everybody, I won't able to find the person who did this to you... But I'll join you, by the end of this day." He reached for the photograph that was beside his bed. It was a photo of the reformed Order of Phoenix, it included all of the surviving members from the past and the newer members from the last war.
"All of you are dead," Harry said to the photo, "all of you except me." He watched himself in the photo. "All dead because of me." The photo showed everyone happily talking to one another.
He dropped it. Tears had rolled down Harry's cheek, but it wasn't because of sadness. No, in more than seven years Harry was finally happy.
A/N Now, I may not be a review whore but I do like them so if you'd like to you can take a second of your time to write out a mature review. Now, I don't and won't accept any reviews or idiocy that doesn't relate to my work, therefore all comments that say I suck then I'll bloody well ignore you. In the words of the Japanese:
Jaa Nee!