Only doing this once: I don't and never will own Harry Potter. If you recognize it, it's not mine.

Sorry for the unnorigional story, i am trying.

After the war, I was struggling to find peace. It seems silly, we won, but this nagging feeling left something to be desired. I looked myself in the mirror every day and felt nothing. I looked myself in the mirror every day and felt nothing. My curly brown hair looked dead and frizzed everywhere and my eyes looked as though they were receding into my face.

It felt so unfair. Harry got married last month and now Ginny was pregnant. He was so happy and I didn't want to ruin it for him. After all these years and being able to find peace, to not feel hunted and to feel loved. To finally feel loved. I remember when Ginny was walking down the aisle and looking at Harry and seeing his face. He looked like he was looking at the sun for the first time. Even with living is a world of magic, that was the moment that held the most magic for me.

As always, thinking of Harry got me thinking of Ron. He was the love of my life. Or everybody thought he was supposed to be. Nothing had really been the same since he had ran out on us. It just wasn't fair that he could leave and he could come back and everything would be the same. Then after the battle, that terrible battle and he kissed me with such passion, I felt as if I could not say no. That with the death of his brother, he would still take the time to comfort me and hold me. It all felt so sweet, but I felt nothing towards him.

Lately, he has been drifting away. I would ask him if he wanted to come over, or to go see a movie, but he would refuse, come up with some made up reason that couldn't be true. This combined with how he could just leave Harry and I in the middle of that cold forest with a piece of Voldemort with us, I knew I could not trust him.

I had taken up a duty to restore Hogwarts, although, the elves and the other wizards were doing most of the work. I only helped out here and there. I spent most of my time in the library, reading books on wizarding history and potions. Then it was up to my private quarters that Minerva, I was allowed to call her that now, had set up for me.

I closed the book I had been attempting to read, something in Latin about the fourth century, and carefully placed it back onto the shelf. I picked up my cloak and my book bag. It was nearing the middle of the winter and the hallways were always cold. I started to head back up to my room, but then I started thinking. I had no career, Ron didn't need me and Harry was happy. I couldn't help anyone anymore, I had no purpose. My parents died. The memory charm I had put on them only lasted a moth and they died as soon as they set foot in England. There was nothing and no one left.

I dropped my book bag and walked as quickly, but calmly as I could, these dark thoughts swirling around in my mind over and over again. My life was purposeless. There was nothing left. The cold of the grey hallway was getting to me, but I simply wrapped my arms around me and kept walking. The castle was eerily quiet and my footsteps echoed of the walls. I finally made it up the steps of the astronomy tower and looked over the edge of the rails.

"I have done good in this life," I heard myself say, "But my fight is over. My work is done. I hope somebody remembers me."

I leaned and leaned and leaned over the rails until it happened. I fell over. I was falling and the feeling was exhilarating. I didn't feel the least bit scared, but I felt excited. My vision went blurry, then black, I was terrified. Then for the first time in my life, I passed out from fear.

I woke up with a splitting headache. The room was lit in a soft green glow. The decorations however, were all black and white. The sheets of the bed I was lying in were so soft and for a while, they were the only thing I could focus on.

I felt as if I was awake for hours before I could move, or even breathe without pain. I turned to the side so I could better see the room, and there was a dark shape sitting next to the bed. When my eyes came into focus a bit better, I saw a face.

"Professor Snape," I croaked out in surprise.

"Now Mrs. Granger, can you tell me why you jumped?"

The only thing I could do was breathe.