A/N-This fic is some what different from The Day The Dark Lord Fell. Please review. DO NOT FLAME. IT'S A COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME. Thank you.

IMPORTANT!---This fic starts off rather dark, but it will NOT stay that way. I have to form Harry's internal struggle, put him through pain, so he can become the person Draco needs him to be. Oh, this is SLASH. I do not own HP. There is death in this fic, mostly in the beginning, but it will lighten up in later chapters.

I love two thingsesspecially infanfics, fluff and angst. Polar opposites, but both very good. This fic has a little of everything, fluff, angst, humor, darkness, and lots and lots of love. Lol. Enjoy….. (THIS IS SLASH!) Just so you know.

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Prologue---Diana Vondotte

Harry stood at the window of 715 Dale Avenue in Vinton Virginia. The voices of the other people in the room faded to a distant hum as Harry watched the rain pound against the glass. She left him everything, he knew she had. They had talked about it numerous times. Harry looked over at the photographs hanging on the wall. Muggle of course, they were all of Harry and a woman who looked to be five or six years older than him. She had long dark red hair, black eyes, a wider mouth and a button nose. In all the pictures their holding on to each other and smiling happily. Harry had to get out of this room, away from these people. He walked by them heading towards the kitchen, completely oblivious to their worried and concerned looks.

Sitting down slowly at the kitchen table, Harry didn't even feel like he was at home any more. The house didn't feel right without her in it. Harry just sat there in the dark, staring at the wall, thinking about the way it used to be. How she always had the lights on, she was always cooking, the sweet and heavy scents wafting through the house. She was always warm, especially for someone so small, so petite. He'd come home from the shop they owned, a book store, and her laugh would greet him, her warm hands and big grin.

She always smelled like apples, so of course he had taken a liking to apples. Harry clenched his fists on the wooden table. He missed holding her in his arms and singing her to sleep, he missed rubbing her back and humming to her. He missed holding her hand and kissing her, missed dancing like idiots in the shower, he missed her vibrant energy, something he'd never had, he was so tired, so cold without her. His girlfriend, his best friend, his Diana. Diana Vondotte. He could still imagine her perfectly, 5'2", chestnut hair, tan skin with a few dark freckles; she had been 26 when she died, to young, much too young.

Harry felt his whole body shake with grief. He couldn't ever imagine a future without her in it, without her by his side. They had fit together perfectly, she would curl up into him, which he loved, they were both cuddly people, that's why everyone thought it was so weird when Harry wouldn't touch anyone after she died. He was exactly six feet with nearly shoulder length hair, black as pitch; Glowing green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. They'd been perfect together, lovers, best friends, and partners for life. Or so they thought.

It had been a perfectly normal morning, Diana waking him up by slowly kissing his temple, pulling the white sheets up over their heads and holding him close. He always woke up with a smile, his nightmares forgotten. They got dressed in their normal daily clothes, she had cooked cinnamon apples the other night and the smell still invaded the house, closing around a person, giving them comfort and sweet dreams. Diana would take his hand and they sat at the table drinking coffee and listening to classical music Diana was so obsessed with. She had gotten up to take a plate to the dish washer. Harry could still feel that all encompassing pain, numbing all thought, as Diana dropped the plate it shattering on the wooden floor, before she screamed, reaching out towards Harry.

He had paced at the hospital for hours before her family came rushing in. They all hugged him and asked how she was; he told them he didn't know the doctor hadn't come out yet. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the kitchen table remembering the utter disbelief he'd felt when the doctor told him Diana had Lymphatic Cancer.

He'd been the first one admitted to see her. She had looked so little and fragile laying there with all those cords and needles. She had greeted him with a loving smile and a warm hand. Her voice still held its husky American accent, which Harry had grown to love. She'd pulled him into the hospital bed with her, to hell with protocol. He held her while she cried heart brokenly and he held his own tears back painfully.

That was nearly five years ago, and now Harry sat in their house above their book store and stared at the wall they had painted together. They'd barely known each other when they bought the store and their flat. What was it four months they'd known each other? But Diana had told him to call her DD, and then she'd told him he looked like a Greek god, before saying quite seriously, that she loved him. He remembered the look on her face and how shocked he was. Maybe a year later, finding them deeply in love, the world decided to take her from him. She'd been having pains for a while but didn't say anything, not wanting to worry Harry.

Daniel, Diana's older brother walked into the kitchen and sat down opposite Harry. Neither said anything, they had an unusual relationship, to say the least. Harry had met Daniel at a bar and become fast friends. Harry had met Diana because she was Daniels twin little sister. Right after Harry had told Daniel that Diana had told him she loved him, Daniel had cried and told Harry he was in love with him too. That had come as an even bigger surprise. Harry had sadly told him he didn't love Daniel that way, and he thought he might be in love with DD. Daniel had just nodded and cried all the harder. They were still close, if not closer. Daniel still had feelings for him, which they both knew, but he never acted upon them. Now Daniel took Harry's hand in his and held it tightly.

"Harry, we're all so worried about you, you need to eat, and you're to damn thin." Harry looked down and met Daniels gaze.

"You don't need to worry about me Daniel, I've survived worse; and I'll eat later, I'm just not hungry right now." Daniel continued to stare at Harry.

"Maybe….Maybe you should move in with me Harry. Just for a while, until you get back on your feet. We're all suffering after…after Diana left us, but, Harry you look like death. I can see all your bones in your arms and wrists."

"I'm fine Daniel; you should be looking after your family not me." Harry pulled his hand away from Daniel.

"Harry, you are my family, your part of our family. Just because Diana and you never got married doesn't mean you aren't family." Harry stood up and walked towards the hallway door.

"Get some sleep Daniel, you look like hell." Daniel quickly brushed the tears roughly off his cheek.

"Yes well you look like a walking skeleton. From hell." Daniel stared sadly after his best friend and hopeless love.

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Harry collapsed on DD and his bed and shut his eyes. The sheets beneath his hands were cool and still smelled slightly of apples. Harry buried his face in their silky comfort. He hadn't slept in this bed since Diana had left the house. He could still hear her laughter ringing in his ears, that sweet song he'd never hear again. Memories came to mind randomly, painfully reminding him everyone is human, and everyone is going to die one day. Hermione's face to mind, he hadn't talked to anyone from his old life since he was 16 when he ran away from the Dursley's after the defeat of Voldemort. Not one word, because they never found him, and after he met Diana and Daniel he had no wish to go back. He thought of his old life, his old friends; his wand and trunk buried under clothes in the hall closet.

The next memory to come to mind was even more painful. He remembered walking into the hospital, fifth floor and seeing all their friends and family crying standing in the hallway. Daniel had explained that Diana had finally lost her hair after her last Chemo therapy and she wouldn't let anyone in to see her. Diana was what a person would call cute or pretty, she had always talked about how she was unbelievably lucky to get a gorgeous man, which made Harry laugh and say he was lucky to get a beautiful woman. But the one thing she was ever happy with about her appearance was her long, thick, silky, slightly wavy hair. It was a dark chestnut and she had let her bangs grow out so that little waves curled around her face. He had walked through the door and smiled, she was always going to be beautiful no matter what, in Harry's mind. She was sitting in the bed crying quietly with her eyes closed, running one hand over her bald head. Harry had walked over and pulled her tightly into a hug. She had cried bitterly and Harry knew this wasn't only about the hair. When she had finally gone to sleep Harry had quietly stepped out and marched past the startled family. Returning an hour later he ignored the tearful, thankful, and admiring gazes alike. He waltzed into his girlfriend's room and watched her sob even harder when she saw the hospital lights reflect off of his shaved head. She had cried for a while more before mock scolding him for cutting off his beautiful hair, but she ran her hands lovingly over his head. Harry had jokingly said that they could start a new fashion statement. Diana had laughed and held him even tighter.

That was nearly five years ago now, and his hair was back to normal, fanning out around him on the pillow. God he missed her, there was a huge part of his heart and soul he was missing now. After that came the worst memory for any living creature. He remembered when the doctor had come in and told them Diana was three months pregnant. They had been so happy, seeing a speck of light on the horizon. They found out it was a girl and both could have just cried with joy, which DD did. But of course they must be careful; Diana was seriously ill and in a fragile state. Four months later Diana had gone into premature labor and the tiny baby girl died soon after birth. Harry remembered sobbing heart brokenly over his tiny daughter. Holding her lifeless body to his and rocking back and forth, he felt his heart shatter. His first true love had died before he could even tell her how much he loved her, enough to move mountains, give her the moon and stars, enough to die for her. Diana had passed out after giving birth. Harry had sat in the floor, holding Diana's hand and cradling their baby to his aching chest. When Diana awoke the nurse and Harry gently told her that Alexandria Lilyana Potter was dead. Diana had screamed out in the room and started sobbing. She and Harry had sat on the bed holding each other close, before she asked to hold her baby. Harry sat the tiny bundle in her arms and watched as she spoke quietly to their child. Harry was past tears, the pain was worse than anything he'd ever felt. Diana's beautiful tan skin had slowly faded to a yellowish color during her sickness and they both had lost a great deal to much weight, especially after the death of their daughter.

Harry stared up at the ceiling; he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. The ceiling they had painted together. It was a rich blue with moons and stars painted randomly around the hanging lamp in the center of the room. The walls were a cream color with swirled designs painted around the edge. The room was decorated in creams and blues, Diana's favorite colors, by Harry's insistence. Harry didn't remember when he started crying; he wiped the cool trails from his cheeks and sat up. He couldn't stay here, there were simply to many memories. He had to leave.

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When Harry came back out in to the living room he thought the house was empty and stood in front of the big windows at the front of the house watching the cool September breeze ruffle the orange and red leaves on the trees out side their flat. He'd always loved the fall. It was his favorite time of year. Diana would cook pumpkin pie and baked pumpkin seeds, Harry would make his locally famous chocolate cheese cake, and they would cook a turkey and invite everyone over. They'd have a great time until people started drinking to much, as they always did. DD would call taxis for everyone, and Harry would try to ignore Daniel's heated gaze. Then Harry and Diana would crawl into bed and she'd warm his continuously cold skin, they would kiss slowly, lovingly, and tell each other how much they love each other.

Harry leaned his forehead against the cool glass and shut his eyes. He could remember how he completely broke down when he woke up and tried desperately to wake Diana up, but she wouldn't move. How he'd called for anyone to help them. How the three nurses had to pry him away from her. How he'd sobbed uncaring if anyone else was in the room over her body. He'd worn her favorite black suit to her funeral, placing long stemmed white roses on her grave, the thorns tearing his finger tips, leaving red streaks on their dainty whiteness. Harry heard footsteps behind him and turned to face Daniel, who he knew would be the only one to stay.

"She left you everything, of course." Daniel paused and cleared his throat. "She really loved you, you know that right? No matter what she loved you from the moment she saw you. She never stopped loving you and never will. You made her happy, all the way up until the end. Even after you lost Alex, she still had you, that's why she held on as long as she did." Harry tried to hold himself steady but he swayed and Daniel easily caught him and held him tightly as Harry cried quietly, Daniel rubbing slow circles on his lower back.

"If you need anything, anything just call me Harry. Or anyone really, just don't sit here alone and not eat." Harry pulled back and gave Daniel a sad smile.

"You're not going to have to worry about that Daniel. I've made a decision." Daniel started looking nervous.

"I'm going back; I'm going back to England. Daniel, I'm going home."

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A/N-(Sniff) God, I'm cruel. Sorry but it has to be this way. You'll find out a bit more about everyone else, in the next chapter and Harry's healing cycle. It gets a bit cheerier soon as well. REVIEW! I need to know what you guys think. This IS SLASH! Don't worry; the slash will start sooner in this one than The Day The Dark Lord Fell. I expect this one to be a bit longer as well. Thanks and REVIEW!