Disclaimer~I don't own Harry Potter or anything of that sort, it's all J.K Rowling's work, but you can always dream, right?

A/N~I'm feeling kind of angsty today, so I'm writing this. It's a one-shot unless people want me to continue it.

This Is My Last Sand

To whom it may concern,

This is the savior of the wizarding world, as everyone calls me. Well, the so-called savior of the wizarding world was shoved aside more times than I could bother to count. But what broke my already broken heart to it's core is the fact that the person I love doesn't love me back in that way. Most people think I have everything, but no. I have no family and that's the only thing I want in this world. A family that loves me, cares for me when I am sick, comforts me when I am down and tells me that they love me and that nothing will change that. But no. I don't have that. I would give anything, my fame, my fortune to have my family back, but none of those things will bring back the dead. But there is one, oh there is one that isn't dead. Hermione Granger. But she, like so many others, found love before me. I admit, I was stupid for not seeing it earlier. But there is one problem. I have never known love. I might have learnt it, but I lost grip of it immediately.

I have learnt pain.

I have learnt grief.

I have learnt terror.

I have learnt horror.

I have learnt agony.

I have learnt the pain of seeing a loved one being tortured.

I have learnt the grief of losing a loved one.

I have learnt the terror of almost losing a loved one.

I have learnt the horror of a loved one being mortally wounded.

In the middle of everything, I have learnt love.

But after everything, I have learnt rejection.

I have learnt the agony of emotional pain from rejection.

I have learnt to cry silently so no one will ask me if I'm ok if they hear me. I have learnt to cry silently so I don't have to explain why I'm crying, so I don't have to tell her my love in case I break her heart too.

This is my last stand.

Goodbye,

The-Boy-Who-Lived-That-Is-Now-Dead-From-Rejection

Hermione looked up from The Daily Prophet with tears streaming down her face. Oh Harry, why?

A/N~Well, I hope you aren't crying so that you can review. Thanks for reading!