DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the G-Boys.

WARNING: This is in no way related to any of my multi-chapter fics. I was extremely depressed when I wrote this, and it will reflect that. You have been warned.

Green eyes stared numbly at the limp body laying on the ground. They had won, but at a price that was far too high.

"No." It was a plea, full of self-loathing and pain, whispered under his breath. Repeated, louder and louder, until he screamed, tears rolling unbidden down pale cheeks. "NO!"

This couldn't be happening. They were a family. He had rescued Harry, had promised to take care of Harry, and now... he couldn't.

Shaking with the force of his grief, Harry fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he cried, his ears deaf to the voices around them. He should have known better. He should have stopped him.

Gentle hands grasped his shoulders, a quiet whisper penetrating through the barrier of his emotions, "It's not your fault, Green-eyes. He fought because he loved you." A tremor in his voice betrayed the other's pain.

"Quat-" He looked up and stopped, tear-filled blue eyes meeting green. He had not been the only one to lose a loved one. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I never should have let you do this. I never should have let him do this."

"We fought because you are family. There was nothing you could have done to stop him, or us." There was no anger, no accusation in the words, merely firm belief. Harry merely nodded.

The frown on the blond's face showed that he knew the gesture was merely acknowledgment of the words, and not of the truth behind them, but Harry couldn't bring himself to care. He was alone again. And he would always be alone.

Lily... Mom

James... Dad

Sirius... Padfoot

Trowa... Brother

They had all been taken from him, because of him, and Harry could only hope they didn't hate him for it.

Once more, this story is not related to anything else I may have written. No matter what similarities there are.

Feel free to tell me what you feel. Even if you hate it, or love it, or just want to kill me for killing Trowa.