A/N Here I am back again. With another one-shot.

This is SLASH. Just to warn you, and nor do I own anything, except the mind that brought about this piece of fanfiction.

Warnings: Angst, character death. This is not a happy fic.

Harry stood there, watching the thin sliver that was the moon. His face was set in a stoic mask of dead determination. One little twitch from his left hand, and he spun on his heel in a flurry of his heavy, black robe. Heading out from his perch in the astronomy tower. Down the stairs, and into the dimly lit, and seemingly placid halls of Hogwarts.

His footsteps were even, quick, and precise. The stoic mask he had had shattered into barely controlled depression. Harry's lips moved to a silent ballad only his lost, and abused soul could contemplate. Shaking his head, and looking down briefly, he stepped quickly down the stairs on the second floor. Heading straight for the Great Hall. A place of shadowed, horrific memories. Memories Harry wished longingly to forget.

Reaching the entrance of the Great Hall, he pushed opened the doors that creaked in protest when they swung reluctantly open. Only to reveal a hall that has gone into disuse. It has been nearly two since Harry last saw the hall filled. Sighing, and breathing deeply, Harry ran as quickly as he could across the hall, to swing open the doors on the other side. Letting out his breath in a sudden movement, he shuddered deeply. Closing his eyes, seeing the blood, the screams, the pugent scent of death, and the wretched cackle of a madman. He continued on outside, and towards the lake.

Walking a dizzying path, his eyes seeing only one thing, Harry, once again, brought forth his ballad. Twisting his hands, and shisting his gaze to the sky, and back again, he slowly begun to sing. Singing and approaching his destination.

Every night
You wrote another line
With a bloody, broken, bottle
And every day
You wish it away
Why don't you pull the pin
On that grenade
You cuddle

One silent marker.

I wanted to believe
Bodies swinging from trees
Struggling to stand
With your head in your hands
A stoic last stand
Of a dying man

The spidery scrawl, of a man no more to exist. A world left to the sorrow of a single.

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

Sighing, and with tears streaming down his face, Harry read the name of the man who cared. Severus Snape. The one who loved.

Every night
The questions poured out
Of your wounded eyes
Damn dark things
Every day
You used to pray
Listen to the black raven sing
You wanted to believe
As you were falling to your knees
Struggling to stand
With your life in your hand
The sad last stand
Of a broken man

Dropping to his knees next to the grave, he let his song echo. Grasping his sides, he struggled. Struggled to keep singing until the end. He prayed for the end.

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

Harry wanted one more moment, one more kiss.

I wanted to believe
As I watch your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

Harry kissed the tombstone, and gazed at the name again. Still singing, he lied down.

And the questions pour out
And the questions pour out
I did not understand
I did not understand
I did not understand
I did not understand
The sound of you falling
I did not understand
As the trembling heart of a man
Did not understand
The sound of a trembling heart

He stayed there, all night. Harry watched the dawn slowly came. He closed his eyes, rolled over and scooted closer to the grave that held his lover. His song is ended, his time is ending.

In his pocket he reached into, to grab the silver handled dagger with two emerald snakes entwined onto the blade. His gift from Severus. Simple in it's beauty, completely unmarked save for the snakes. His means of leaving the world where he is the last living. Smiling, he petted the blade with unfettered joy in his darkened eyes.

"I'll see you soon Severus." He whispered to the grave as he slashed his wrists open. He watched with joy as his crimson life splattered upon the earth, permeating slowly into the ground. He loved the beauty of miserable life slipping away into blissful oblivion. He wished that it would rain.
It never came.

The song is Suicide Note by Johnette Napolitano from the Underworld Soundtrack. Please review, it would be greatly appreciated.