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Warning (s): Attempt of suicide. I may use some direct qoute from the books. And there will be weaslys' bashing. You've been warned.

Enjoy! :)

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The war was over. These four words, as simple as they were, were hard to believe. Even though the light side won, nobody considered it a victory. Both sides lost too many people. Thousands, no millions, of people suffered loses but the one who lost more than any other came out the strongest. And this was Harry Potter.

Harry was staring blankly at the spot at which the head table once stood, thinking about happened during the last couple of hours, how he had watched the ones he love die at the hands of the Death Eaters. Dolohov, who had killed Remus, whom he had started to think about as a father, or Fenrir Greyback who murdered Lavender Brown, or how the explosion that took place on the seventhn floor killed Fred weasly, his best mate's brother, but those deaths were atleast painless compared to the one of his best friend's -Hermonie Granger. Silent tears made their way down his scarred cheeks as he remembered his best friend's death.

Flashback

He was duelling with Lucius Malfoy when he heard Hermonie's pained scream followed by Bellatrix's sick high pitched laugh. "HERMONIE!" he screamed, as he made his way to her, completely forgetting his ongoing duel with Lucius, who was running right behind him trying to shoot him with an unforgivable but failing to do so. His heart clenched painfully in his chest when Hermonie's pained screams faded, it's not like he wanted her to be tortured but her screams let him know that Bellatrix didn't kill her...yet.

Now he was at loss. He couldn't locate his beat friend. Still, he kept running in every direction hoping against hope that his best friend was still alive, breathing. The sound of Bellatrix's sick laugh echoed through the Great Hall, helping him locate his best friend, but at the same time scaringhim more than ever, for if the insane Bellatrix Lesterange was happy, then it definitely wasn't something good. Finally, he reached Bellatrix. She was too busy staring at something laying on the ground in front of her to notice him. Slowly -or as slowly as he could when his best friend's life was in danger- he made his way around Bellatrix, trying to see what she was staring at with such satisfaction. His heart clenched so painfully in his chest that he thought it would burst out of his ribs when he saw what the escapee was laughing at.

There, right in front of him, his best friend was laying on the ground covered by blood from head to toe. 'She must be alive," he thought. 'She can't die, not now, not after what we've been through together.' Taking a deep breath he slowly kneeled down before Hermonie, taking her wrist in his palm. She was warm. He sighed loudly in relief causing Bellatrix and Malfoy -whom he hadn't even noticed that he stopped running after him in his worry over Hermonie- to look notice presence. Their expression turned from a one of pure shock to a one of a sarcastic smile."Why is little potty here?" came Bellatrix's mocking voice."Dunno dear cousin," started Malfoy, "but now that he is here let's have some fun with him, but careful not to cause him too much harm for that, is the Dark Lords job.""Yeah, shame we can't send him with the mudblood." Replied Bella."Not to worry Bella, for the Dark lord will be sure that little Potter here will be reunited with the mudblood." Sneered Malfoy.

"SHUTUP!" Harry suddenly yelled. "SHE IS NOT DEAD!""Why potty? Why don't you believe us?" mocked Bella with her baby face."Check, Potter. Check the mudblood if you don't believe us." Sneered Malfoy. Harry gulped. Malfoy sounded so sure of himself. Slowly he reached to grab her wrist again, she was still warm, he noted. Shaking ever the slightest he leaned closer to check her heartbeat. Nothing. He couldn't feel her heart beating. 'No it's still beating,' he tried to reassure himself, 'it's just too weak to be felt.' Taking his wand he cast an 'Rennervate'. Nothing happened. She didn't move. His best friend whom always stood beside him through everything, is dead, gone, forever.

End of flashback

'Yes, Hermonie's death was definitely the most painful one.' Lifting his head upwards he glanced towards where the Wesleys' where standing, All nin-no eight Weaslys' were standing in a loose circle, Ron had his face buried in his sister's left shoulder, Mrs. Weasly and George were still kneeling beside Fred, while Bill and Charlie were standing with their heads bowed, each looking as though they wouldn't ever be cheerful again.

Harry knew how it felt loosing a beloved especially a one who you considered family, or actually was family. Many would think that he was talking about his parents when he says that 'he knows how it felt loosing a beloved one especially a one who you considered family, or was family ' but in truth he wasn't talking his parents, nor was he talking about Remus who would be everyone's second guess. No, he was talking about Sirius. Although many would say that he and Sirius weren't close enough to rely on each other or that they weren't close enough to consider each other family, saying that they didn't have enough time to get close enough to consider each other family. But they did, they were family to each other. After Sirius's death he felt like there was nothing left worth living for, he felt empty inside, he felt as though he'd never be cheerful again,. The pain he felt after his godfather's death was so...surreal and intense.

A small smile made its way on his face through the tears as he remembered how he and Severus became friends. 'Happiness can be found in the darkest of times when only one remembers to turn on the light'. True, even though he had been beyond hurt after his godfather's death, something good resulted from it. Harry just wished that the price didn't have to be his godfather's life.

Flashback

He had just returned from Dumbldore's office where he had been told -by Dumbldore ofcourse- the reason why Voldemort was after him, the reason why his parents died, the reason why Sirius died -a bloody prophecy! Ha! Voldypants was so dense that he would believe in such a stupid subject! But then again, the prophecy had been true. That simple fact changed everything. If anybody would've told him that prophecies were real before the end of his third year then he would've had them shipped off to ST. Mungo's mental ward, but after witnessing a real prophecy himself, he couldn't, he wouldn't deny it, as much as he wanted to.

After he had returned from Dumbldore's office he sat on his four poster, staring blankly into the wall infront of him, not knowing what do. 'What was he excepted to do anyway? He had just lost his godfather to some crazy prophecy! WHAT!? Did Dumbldore except him to get over his godfather's in a matter of hours?! But that's exactly what he wants, said a voice at the back of his head that sounded so much like Hermonie.

Sighing loudly, he closed his eyes and layed on his back (on the four-poster). 'What was the point of life anyway?' He thought. To others, wishing death would be pure insanity, but for him...he'd rather die than have to face the pain of loosing somebody he held dear, whether it was through death or betrayment.

But pondering on the past will change nothing, no matter how he wished it would. He knew that he has to get past his godfather's death, but he can't, not now...if ever. He longed for something to keep with him wherever he went, something that once belonged to Sirius... But he has nothing. Save for a few memories of the little time he spent with his godfather.

Harry smiled as he remembered the few happy moments he had enjoyed with his godfather. From the first time he saw Sirius (when he ran away from four Privet Drive) to the first time he met his godfather (in the shrieking shack) and how he helped him escape when he was caught and was about to be given the kiss by the dementors to the time when Sirius comforted him after he had told him the he thinks he is going dark, that he thinks he attacked (Mr. Weasly), and finally to the time when he had to say (even though it wasn't exactly a happy memory but it still have him some...comfort) goodbye to his godfather when it was time to go back to Howarts, Sirius had pulled him aside and gave him a package... THE PACKAGE! There was still something of Sirius' left, hopefully...

Unable to sit still anymore, Harry rushed to his trunk and had to go through the mess that was his trunk twice before he was able to find the badly rapped package that Sirius had given him before he left for Hogwarts back at the end of the Christmas holiday. He made his way back to the four-poster slowly this time as to not brake the package. After what seemed ages (but in fact was less than one minute) he finally reached his four-poster.

Sitting crossed legged on the four-poster with the curtains firmly closed, he began to unwrap the package to reveal a mirror with with a wooden frame. Turning the mirror around he caught sight a familiar looking messy scrawl at the back of the mirror, it said; This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other.If you need to speak to me, just say my nameinto it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll beable to talk in yours. James and I used to used them when we were in separate detentions.

Harry's heart began racing. He could contact Sirius through it! He just knew it! After making sure that he was alone, he said; "Sirius," Nothing happened. Deciding that he must've said it in the wrong way, he repeated; "Sirius Black," Nothing happened. The mirror didn't work. He couldn't contact Sirius. Sudden tears swelled in Harry's eyes and slowly made their way down his cheeks, he started crying softly over what he had lost for the second time. The soft weeping turned into sobs and hestirycs as he remembered the little but precious moments he had shared with his godfather, whom he loved as a father and wished to live with, but he lost due to a stupid heroic plan of his. He contuied to sob his heart out to the man he loved as he remembered the few precious moments he shared with his godfather and how he saw Sirius fall threw the veil and the insane shout of Bellatrix Lestrange when she killed Sirius...

Anger replaced sadness and the pained tears turned into ones of anger, he felt the need to break something, the need to tear something into shards...but there was nothing, nothing save for a small mirror sitting innocently on his lap... And without a warning he stood up, threw the curtains open and threw the mirror fiercely, putting every ounce of his anger, sadness, and longing into the throw... The mirror landed with a loud THUD and shattered into a thousands peices that flew across the room. One of them landed deep in his arm, almost halfway in.

It felt good, refreshing. He liked it, no he loved it! It felt so good, so...relieving...it was just what he needed! 'What was the point of living anyway? To killed Voldemort? To fulliful some stupid prophecy that Voldemort and Dumbldore were so naïve to believe? Well, guess what? He wasn't going to fulliful it. He wasn't going to be the wizarding world's savior, and to make sure of that he'll leave, tonight at midnight he would leave this world for good.

After he had made sure that all his roommates were soundly asleep he took his invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map along whith a sharp knife he had snuck earlier from the kitchen and made his way to the Fat Lady's portrait, which he opened and closed noiselessly.

As he made his way up to the Astronomy Tower his thoughts drifted once again to the few memories he had from his godfather, he never seemed to get bored of recalling them, though how long was neve- He felt him self run into someone, even though he had his father's invisibility cloak wrapped tightly around him, it didn't give him the ability to pass through solid objects like a ghost.

Slowly, very slowly, he lifted his head up only to find that his luck had lead to the last person he wanted to see tonight...Severus Snape.

End of flashback

'Yes', he thought 'I was going attempt suicide and would've been successful if my luck didn't lead to him...I'm glad it did though, otherwise I would've never known the real Severus Snape.

Out of nowhere a white mist surrounded him...

TBC

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A/N: What do you think? Did you like it? I'll tell you something; if not many liked it then I won't contunie whith it. I mean what's the point pf writing a story when only a few (if not any) will read it? Um...I have a question...Can somebody please explain how a forum works?

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