Summary: Harry is dead, but not completely. Minerva and Hermione speak to him to try and convince him to stay.

Disclaimer: No, I've already said, I do not own Harry Potter, however much I want to.

Walking Dead

By: Lissome Lilt

Silence choked the area around the grave. No one made a sound. They didn't cough, or even move, to be the first to break it.

Then someone sobbed, and the chaos from the previous days resumed.

High above this, invisible to everyone but themselves, three shapes watched the occurrence, well aware that they wouldn't be missed. One of them in particular.

"Are you sure about this?" The shorter of the two women asked, she bit her lip nervously and glanced around them. "I mean, staging your own death−"

"For the last time, I didn't stage my own death, Hermione." The man snapped. "I didn't want to be killed. And seriously, pushed from the Astronomy Tower? If I'd staged it, it wouldn't be that degrading."

"Stop, stop it. Please, don't. Do you have any idea what this will do to the Wizarding World? People are devastated by your death and …" She trailed off, not knowing what to say to convince him to stop this.

"They're not devastated by my death, they're devastated that now, they don't have someone to put on a pedestal and admire." He muttered, looking away from the others.

"Both of you, stop that. This isn't what we're her to do. You both know that, now stop acting like this is the end of the world, even if it seems like it is to them." She said, motioning to the thousands of people below.

They smiled, even if it was drawn and never really reached their eyes.

"What are you here to do, anyway? You never actually told me, you know."

Hermione and Minerva glanced at each other, it would have been barely noticeable, but in this case it wasn't.

"You're here to convince me not to leave, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "It isn't going to work, you know that, don't you? Give me a reason to stay. Minerva?"

"But they need you, you can't ignore all of this, it's what you are. A very big part of you belongs to this world."

"I belong to myself, and myself only. Hermione?"

"I might know you're alive, but Ron doesn't, nor does Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys. What about them? You're being selfish, we care about you. You can't do this to us. Teddy will already grow up without a father, you're about to deprive him of a godfather too. You can't do this, it isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair, Hermione. I'm sorry, but it's not as if I can just come back to life. Not even I can do that." He turned around, walking away quickly.

"Don't, don't go." Hermione called after him. "Please don't leave, don't go. You can't walk away from this. This is your home, you always said that. Not only Hogwarts, but this whole world. This is where you belong."

"Maybe it was, once, but not anymore. I can't live like this, 'Mione. You know that more than anyone." She heard him sigh. "Maybe I'll see you two again sometime, maybe I won't."

"No, come back. Please come back. Don't leave us, don't leave me, don't leave me alone. Harry! Harry, come back! Please Harry, don't. Don't."

But he didn't stop. Nor would he ever stop.

The two women stood behind, in complete silence.

Um, if you're confused, just tell me by reviewing or PM-ing me and I'll gladly explain. It was just something that got stuck in my head. And for all of you people who, like me, prefer the darker characters in the series, Harry Potter is dead. Celebrate if you want to.