Harry surveyed the surrounding area.

Blood everywhere. Bodies broken and bleeding. Dead and dying.

He had done it. He had killed Voldemort. Every last bit of his damned soul was gone. The world could live in peace.

He looked around at the survivors. Ron and Hermione were together to one side. Both looked pale and sick. Ginny, Fred and Charlie stood a little ways away from them. Mrs Weasley was sobbing next to the fallen form of Mr Weasley. They were what were left of his family.

He looked around trying to spot the familiar splash of blonde that would set his heart at ease.

Where was he?

Was he safe?

There! He saw it! The sun shone on it to make it particularly bright. He stumbled over to where he lay.

He knelt down beside the broken body of his lover, dread filling his heart.

"Love?" He whispered softly. "Are you awake?"

"Harry" Came the hoarse reply.

"Please Love, you need to get up." Harry said.

"Harry" he whispered again "I'm so sorry, I – I wasn't strong enough"

"No Love, you were strong enough. You helped us so much." Harry assured him. "We couldn't have done it without you."

" I'm not going to make it."

"You will! You'll see!" Harry cried brokenly "Don't give up on me please!"

"I love you, you know." Was the soft reply. "I'll always love you."

"Please! Don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry…"

Harry was crying now, silent tears making tracks against his bloodstained face.

"…Don't go…" He sobbed.

But it was too late.

Harry lay there next to the broken body of his lover crying out his broken heart, crying to the heavens.

From that day on Harry was never the same. He never smiled or laughed. He never showedanyemotion.

He was broken

His love, his hope, his Life, was gone.

Swept away by the wings of death.

He died that day. Died with his love, Draco malfoy.

The Heavens would not answer his call to set free his broken soul.

They only Laughed…

Cry to the heavens,

Cry out your pain,

Cry to the heavens,

Cry out in vain.

Cry to the Heavens,

Cry out your life,

Cry to the Heavens,

Cry out your strife.

The Angels aren't crying,

They're singing in flight,

The Angels aren't crying,

They laugh at your plight.

Cry to the heavens,

They smile at your shame,

Cry to the heavens,

They're laughing again.

Cry to the heavens,

They won't Cry for you.