First thank you all of you for sparing your time and reading this story. It is my first fanfiction ever, and there is possibility that I will have problems in writing, and possibly you will find errors in the writing. So if you find mistakes, forgive me, and if possible remind me to correct them.

I don't own Harry potter characters. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. The genius that she is.

This story is Harry/Sirius pairing.

I can feel the void that I have in my chest since his death grew everyday, I can feel the hollowness of the world and people around me. I lack the urge to live, and as I don't have any goal to live for, I honestly can say that continuing this life is impossible for me. Even breathing is a hard task to achieve. I feel as if my body is shutting itself down. I know in a few days the ache in my heart will destroy me, or I, tired of the pain known as life in this petty world, will willingly surrender myself to the mighty hands of death.

I know that I don't have much time, that's why I'm writing this, to say a few words always left unsaid. To say sorry, sorry for not being able to fight anymore, so the wizarding world, hear your savior's last words. Last words of a savior who all his life needed saving. Who nobody saw fit to save. Who you all condemned to a fate worse than death. Who never had a single happy moment in his life. Hear me as some of you cry for your savior, and some others dance in a grave that would never exit. As in the grave harry will be placed, not a superhero that you all see me as. Just a young man that so few bothered to know. You, a whole community, placed your fate on the shoulders of an eleven years old boy, a boy that you never gave anything to, in every chance turned your back to, and betrayed him at every opportunity that you got. And instead he gave you everything that he had. He sacrificed his happiness, his love for you and even went to death with open arms. Hear the last words of a hero who his everything was taken away by those who he tried to save.

You by ignoring me and my pleas for help took away the only thing that I wanted in life, you took away my love. You were the ones that made this hollowness in my heart when you decided to ignore my claims in several occasions. You did push me to the road of self destruction, because although you destroyed me, my life, my happiness and so the happiness of others, I still cannot harm you. I couldn't take the mantle of a dark lord and make you pay for all my misery. I'm not capable of these acts, especially when I think that I lost so many of my friends and family protecting your lives. They wanted you alive, and happy. They died achieving this, so I won't destroy their legacy, self destruction is so much easier.

The woman watched all this in her globe with a sad expression on her face, this was not the end that he wanted for her favorite boy, this misery, sadness, hollowness, and this destruction wasn't what she had written for him. He was supposed to have perfect life, perfect family. He was meant for greatness, not this half-life that he lived. This was not right; she wouldn't allow her boy to rot in this hell.

But what could she do? She wasn't allowed to change the changed, but neither could she ignore this hellish life, no she must do something. If she wasn't able to correct her stories, if she wasn't allowed to write her stories the way she wanted, she would just write another one from scratch, yes that would work, no it must work. Her boys end wouldn't be just a grave, NO he had a grand future in front of him, and she would make sure of it.

She still had a little time, he was alive and it was just the end of the battle. He had not written the letter yet. She would make all this alright for him. With these thought in her mind, she vanished without any sound ready to save her favorite boy.