Disclaimer: I own anything save the plot. I didn't even own the sticky notes on which this story was written on; which is how it came by its name.
Past summary, how Harry got to where he is: Harry timed traveled back in time to find out what really happened with the founders. He fell in love with Salazar, causing the true reason the founders split.
Harry kissed Salazar for what would be the last time. The time traveling had taken its total and caused Harry to become violently ill. He raised his hand to cover a cough, bring up more blood as he did so.
Salazar lifted Harry's lifeless, blood soaked hand to his cheek, crying as he heard Harry take his last breath. "No," Salazar whispered, crying as he clutched him closer to his chest. He shook his head, not caring who saw him as he cried over his beloved's body.
Godric watched from the shadows, trying to hold have his own tears. He had been tracking them for a while to make Harry understand what he was doing. He stepped forward, startling Salazar.
"This isn't what it looks like." Salazar's voice broke as he buried his face into Harry's chest.
"You killed a student!" Godric shouted, unable to believe him.
"I didn't kill him." Salazar choked out. "He was sick. But kill me anyway so I can be with him."
"I will," Godric replied coldly, raising his sword and thrusting it through Salazar's back, killing his friend of over ten years. He turned away, leaving their bodies in the open for the animals to feast on, wiping away the stray tears as he did so.
A/N: This is the true midnight tragedy of the founders. I wrote this around midnight in June. Yes, I am a little touched in the head. Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful life!