Full Summary: The war left a deep scar in all the survivors. But none felt it more than the three main people in the center of the conflict. Harry, always feeling at edge and almost always having nightmares, felt extreme bouts of suicidal thoughts that Hermione and Ron, despite them also not having a proper mental stability, decided to find ways to help their friend from himself. That's when Hermione found a perfect solution for the three of them. Playing the quite popular muggle game.

Disclaimer: The canons aren't mine obviously. But the unfamiliar plots, ideas behind the merging, as well as occasional OC's are mine.

Note: Crossover Harry Potter & Half Prince. Mentions of SAO console. Unedited. No Beta. Mentions (implied or direct) of Slash. Genderbender. Slow update.

Second Life

01:

The first anniversary of the end of the Wizard War came and went without the presence of the Golden Trio. For the wizard and witches who had attended such an event, it was baffling. They couldn't understand why they didn't come.

It was a celebration for the freedom of their world from the madman Voldemort and his followers. And with them being the people who contributed a lot to their freedom, especially The-Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter, shouldn't they be with them and celebrate?

It was in the headlines of The Daily Prophet that morning and Ron couldn't help but snort in disgust at it as Hermione tossed the rag known as the official England Wizarding newspaper with a sneer on her mouth. He didn't need to read the rest of it to know that what they've written would only anger him.

"Celebrate? Are they all idiots? Well, of course they are! Magic had deteriorated their logical thinking to such an extent that they considered us as inconciderate just because we didn't attend their party!" The bushy-haired teen girl ranted angrily, hands waving in the air as she waited for her coffee to cool down just a little bit to not burn her tongue.

"Mione, not all magic users are idiots," he said, biting the toast he had on his hands as he blew on his hot chocolate. I'm so glad I didn't read that rag, he thought to himself as he saw his female friend getting worked up over what the report had said.

He knew that Hermiine knew she didn't have to read it to know that what they've written about them were probably nonsense. But Hermione is the type of person who had to know as her curiosity and thirst for knowledge would overwhelm her if she didn't.

But at least it wasn't as overbearing as when they were still in Hogwarts.

His friend rolled her eyes at her. "I know Ron. But majority are such dumb idiots it makes me want to hex them until they had to stay in a hospital for months!"

"No using magic Mione!" Ron quickly hushed her up. She sighed and mimed zipping twirling an imaginary wand and pocketing it away.

"I know," she then sighed before looking at the clock displayed on the wall of their living room. It read as ten o'clock. "When will Harry get out of his room Ron?" She asked worriedly.

The redhead's interest on his hot chocolate was quickly forgotten as he stared on the room where Harry was sleeping. Alone and not wanting their presence since last week. Again.

Harry had his on and off days. His on days were he gets out of his room and eats voluntarily and wants to spend time around them, being as close as he possibly could. In those days, they all sleep together on his humungous size bed, eat together and stay together in the living room lounging all day or doing what they fancied to do. It was quite possibly a good day for all of them.

His off days consists of not getting out of bed, being forced to eat, not wanting any company, much less touch. He didn't like being disturbed and is either depressed, very much high on unpleasant thoughts and reckless behaviour. It was stressing for all of them.

And most unfortunately nowadays, the off days were rather frequent than the on days, making the two of them worry about their friend and very much their only family even more.

It was extremely worrying because it was a known fact between them that out of the three of them, Harry has the worse scars. Either physically or mentally.

They tried to do everything to help their friend. They tried looking for potions, spells and rituals, but they were all useless. They also tried looking into making him look for some mind healer, which even on his on days were a no-no.

They were frankly running out of options and would probably dive onto Dark Arts book for help. Fuck the morality of it.

"I don't know Mione," he managed to say after a few seconds of silence. "Maybe we should give him some food now? Even if he didn't want-" he was cut off from speaking when an internal alarm sounded inside their head. A spell that they cast around Harry and the two of them which Hermione had to create to better look after him even if they weren't around him.

It signaled that their friend was doing something reckless. And by the loudness of it, that meant Harry was doing something that could kill him.

The two of them didn't wait for a second to abruptly ran towards his room. They slammed the door open and saw that there was no Harry on the bed but the adjacent bathroom's light was open. They immediately went there and saw that Harry was slitting his wrist open and blood was already scattered on the floor.

"Harry!" Hermione screeched as Ron immediately took the broken mirror he used for doing his suicide act. He held a weakly struggling Harry to him as he looked at their female friend urgently.

"Hermione! Hurry up!" she jerked out of her stunned stupor and immediately took her wand. They saw that Harry's eyes was zeroing on her wand and his struggling started again strongly than before.

"Give me the wand Mione! Give it to me!" Harry shouted wildly. Ron struggled to hold him and not allow his hands to even reach her. Harry might not look like it but he could fight back physically even with his small physique.

Mione didn't let their screaming friend's voice deter her. She immediately and efficiently healed his self-inflicted wounds on his wrist. He saw Harry's spilled blood returning back to his wounded wrist and the deep cuts healed nicely.

Harry, seeing what Hermione had done, struggled again. "No! No Mione! Why did you do that? I want to die! Let me die!" he was hysterical as he saw his own wrist unmarred once again. Ron was now grunting as he prevented him from escaping even as he felt his heart break again from what Harry was saying.

Hermione's eyes watered as she uttered a sleeping spell, sending it towards their friend. The result was immediate. His wide, panicked and betrayed eyes closed, his body slacked and all tension on his body released as he slept.

He held his other best friend on his arms firmly yet gently. He brought him out of the bathroom - luckily he didn't open the shower nor the faucet so they weren't wet from the struggle earlier - and put him back to bed.

In his sleep, whether enforced or not, you wouldn't think he ever harbored suicidal thoughts. He look so peaceful in his sleep that he could almost believe it if not for what happened earlier.

Hermione sobbed. "What are we going to do Ron? I can't take seeing Harry like this!" He went to her and hugged her, comforting her and at the same time himself because they both needed it.

This situation was like the first time Harry finally succumbed to his depression and tried offing himself using his wand and turning it to himself while uttering the killing curse.

It was lucky they came to check on him that day and saw him directing his wand on himself and managed to knock him over to stop the incantation. Just hearing the first word of the curse from Harry's own mouth while his wand was pointing on himself was giving him nightmares for weeks afterwards.

Both him and Hermione was inconsolable that day as visions of Harry managing to do that if they were even a few seconds later from checking on him.

It was like that today. It was apparent that despite monitoring him, despite taking his wand away from him, despite not even mentioning any sort of magic use around him even on his on days and his very own magic rebelling on his desire to die, Harry could still find ways to get what he wanted.

What if one day, they would be too late to get to him? They only have each other now. Only the three of them. They wouldn't be able to take not having Harry in their lives.

"We have to look for more solutions to this depression of his. The anti-depressant potions we have him drink isn't obviously working. Harry is having resistance against it,"

"What solution? We've already looked everywhere!" she hysterically exclaimed. It wasn't really Hermione-like for her to give up but he could understand why she's feeling it.

The situation was just that severe.

"Maybe have him distracted?" he stated, ideas that never entered his mind before finally making themselves known. "Maybe he needs something to be distracted with. Something fun and would let him experience life again. Maybe something that would make him feel an adrenaline rush. To combat depression,"

Flying could be the solution. If Harry hadn't used the idea before to commit suicide.

Hermione took on a thinking pose. He looked at her curiously as her eyes went wide and her mouth opened up in an 'O' form.

"Mione? What is it?" he asked when her eyes lit up in excitement.

"I remember!"

"What? What did you remember?" he asked urgently. She smacked her forehead before running out of the room excitedly.

"Wait here! I just have to go and buy it!" she said as she ran back inside the room and took the keys to her car on the drawer.

They've gone muggle after the war not only to evade fans who didn't seem to know the concept of privacy and to avoid people wanting to kill them but also to get the depressed and suicidal Harry out of the Wizarding World.

"Buy it?" he was bewildered at what Hermione was saying.

"Yes! I'll tell you later when I have it!" she kissed Harry and his forehead before quickly walking out of the room and the house. "Watch Harry!" she shouted.

"I will!" he said in reply. He heard her start her car and driving away and he sat on the bed beside Harry after a few seconds of just standing there.

"Well, it's only us now Harry. Our Madame just went away without even telling what she had to buy," he said. Harry continued to sleep, not reacting to anything he had been saying.

Remembering just why he was in that state made him fidget and start fussing on his friend. He arrange his blanket so it rest comfortably on his chest.

"Could you stop worrying us mate? It's making our hair white you know,"

He reached Harry's hair and began running his hand on it. It was a little greasy due to him not taking a bathe since yesterday but he didn't care.

"I hope whatever it is Hermione bought would help you Harry," he said softly. "Because you deserve to finally live your life normally like you wanted,"

No answer. Not that he expected anything.

TBC.

A/N:

Another story. I'm really making this harder on myself. But I had to, otherwise this idea would pester me until I write it so I might as well let you read this.

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