It was done. Voldemort was dead, along with a majority of his true followers. It had only taken his whole life; 19 years that is. Minus the few months he had ran away during his 5th year.
War changes people. It was truest statement that Harry Charmain Potter had ever heard in his entire life. The young naïve boy he had once been was gone. Replaced by what he now was, an old man living in a teenager's body.
That was what brought him to where he was now. Standing up top of the Astronomy Tower days after old Voldy's death, holding his only constant in his life; a bloody razor. There was nothing to live for now, he reflected. The only reason he was alive was to fulfill his destiny, and that was done with. There was nothing, no reason, no person keeping him here anymore.
Ron and Mione should have been there. They should have been his reason to live on. But during the train ride to Hogwarts their 7th year, he told them something very personal. It was common in the wizardry world for witches and wizards to be gay. Since you could still produce offspring it was natural, and wasn't look down upon. Therefore he didn't think that either of his best friends at the time would care, but felt he should tell them anyway. At first it was silent. Until Hermione begin spouting about how wrong it was, and something to the fact of, he was going to hell for selling his soul to the devil. Not being religious Harry couldn't understand for the life of him why she had taken it that way.
The whole time Ron was trying to interrupt, but being silenced by his fiancé said nothing else. At one point when Harry looked at him, he mouthed "sorry" and looked like he truly was. But in the end he went with Hermione after she stomped off screaming. Ron had looked at the teary eyed boy-who-lived and bit his lip before following her out of the compartment.
It was then Harry Potter truly changed. He stopped caring about a social life, and only focused on the war. He trained with Snape, Moody, McGonagall, and finished all the training that Auror's were forced to go through. He couldn't remember one night he had gotten more than 3 hours of sleep, 4 if he was lucky. If it wasn't for Severus's potion's he most likely wouldn't even be alive right now. Yes, he was on a first name basis with the man he once wanted dead, and vice versa.
After trying to rile Harry up so many times, and not getting a reaction, the youngest potions master realized the Boy-Who-Lived had more in common with him then first glance. The Occulemency training continued after a rather violent 'dream' old Voldy sent him, including more Cruciatious then he could count. However, the downfall was that Severus saw just how much his so called relatives liked him.
It was humiliating enough knowing that muggles could do what one of the most powerful wizards couldn't; break him. Adding the fact that Snape, his once hated professor saw them. He had run out of the room, before he even saw Snape fall to the stone floor. He was gone out of the room and out of the dungeons before anyone could even pretend to see the far off look Severus had gotten in his eyes.