A/N- A companion piece to my fic "The darkness encloses". This is the same story told from Harry's POV. Enjoy. By the way, a song that really goes well with this story is Innocence by Avril Lavigne. Kind of where I got the title. So I recommend listening to it while reading the story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.


You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

They were a mess of tangled limbs and pale skin. Two Hearts met each other under the surly oak tree and became one. She blushes and he desperately wants to kiss her. Green eyes looked up and got lost in a mountain of brown. He smiles. And for the first time that year it's real.

You make me happy when skies are gray

The sky opens up and makes rivers upon the ground. They duck for cover. You hug her to you and smell the flowery scent of her hair. You wish it could last forever. And for that moment you fool yourself into believing it actually will. The blue changes to black and lightning bolts flash across the dark sky.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

She was never far from his mind. In fact she was so infused in his thoughts that there was a constant longing for her; one that seemed never to be filled. You ignore the shouts from your best friend- you were after all in the middle of a game- and take off in the direction of flowers, of her. You regal her with Quidditch plays while she smiles patiently. You hope you aren't boring her. You ask her her opinion on one of the plays and she reviews its credibility. You feel a familiar swoop in your stomach, one that has become so familiar over the past months that it is now merely apart of your anatomy. And as she praises your ingenuity, you wonder if this is love.

Please don't take my sunshine away

You are cold. The warmth is rapidly leaving your body making you numb. There is a metallic taste in your mouth and something felt to be lodged in your throat. It is there on the harsh dirt floor that you realize you are dieing. She is beside you in an instant and doesn't even seem to register that the lifeless body of Voldermort lay only a few feet away from her. She begs you not to give up. Not to give up on them you think. You want to tell her that you don't want to die, that you're scared to death of death and that you wish more than anything they could be under the oak tree again, enjoying the last days of summer instead of on his deathbed. You want to say that without her you never would have made it this far. But you say none of this. Instead you mouth the words I love you and watch as her eyes get wide and shiny. The words are foreign on your tongue but not in your heart. She whispers it back and the happiness outweighs the pain. With your last ounces of strength you pull out three letters, one for Ron, one for Hermione and one for her. They tremble in her hands. Your line of vision was getting smaller now and the sounds around you distorted. Images flash before you like words in a story and you remember. You remember magical schools and enchanted mirrors. You remember bushy haired girls and freckled hair boys. You remember loyalty and passion. You remember her and flowers and summer kisses. You remember life. Finally the sun disappears.

And the darkness encloses.