A/N: Hope you like this story. My friends at school do. It's sort of weird, but whatever. Please review!

Harry Potter's cloak floated on the wind as he trudged through the gutter. People glared as he stalked past. Harry muttered under his breath, though no-one could make out the nonsense that he spoke.

It wasn't always like this. He used to be worshipped; people gave all they had to get his signature of 'blessings of love'.

Love, the most powerful weapon and defence. The reason that Harry was the Boy Who Lived.

But what about his sanity?

It all started going downhill after the great Victory over Voldemort. Harry sighed, recalling the gruesome, horrible, heart-breaking battle. Many died; Lupin, Peter Pettigrew-though that was good, you know- but that meant that all the marauders were gone. No-one was left to tell Harry stories of his father.

Mrs. Weasley died as well, which was one of the hardest with all her children. Mr. Weasley fell apart soon after that, and no amount of magic could undo the influence of alcohol and drugs in his system. Ginny and Ron then had to be looked after by Bill and Fleur until they came of age.

After Ginny came of age, she and Harry got married. They lived happily for 15 years, though by then Harry was getting restless and sullen.

"Harry, I don't think this is working out," Ginny said one night.

'No! I will not think of that!' Harry thought, pushing the memory away, but it floated back.

"Of course it is!" Harry replied, miffed. "We love each other, and that's all that matters."

"But Harry, I don't think you do," Ginny said sadly. "You've lost yourself…"

"I'm all here," Harry joked, turning around so that Ginny could see. "Look!" he examined himself.

Ginny got annoyed. "You know what I'm talking about," she said angrily. "When you killed Voldemort, you said that you had all the horcruxes-"

"But I did!" Harry objected.

"You didn't!" Ginny yelled. "And you know it Harry…"

Thwack. Harry's hand met Ginny's cheek and it snapped back. Ginny stumbled back and fell on the couch.

"Ginny, I..." Harry felt horrified. What had he just done?

Ginny touched her cheek gingerly, and winced. Then she looked up at Harry with a mixture of pity and fear on her face. "Harry," she said slowly and carefully, as though talking to a child, "You're the last horcrux. And now… you're being taken over by Voldemort!"

"No!" Harry yelled. He kicked the table. "No, no, no, no, no! I'm not him! I never will be!"

Ginny turned away, and fled the room.

Harry shook his head. He didn't want to hear it; but the rest of the story followed up in his mind. He couldn't believe what he heard. For his sanity, he couldn't.

A/N: What do you think? I'll add the next chapter later, but please send me reviews so that I know if you like it. PLEASE!