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A/N: revised on 8th Jan 2012

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I reached the top of the tower with Hermione and Ron following close behind. "We probably should tell your mom where we are so she doesn't freak out. She already has had enough to deal with today," I suggested through a weak voice.

"Right Mate," Ron said as he looked at Hermione, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. , "Why don't you head up to bed and we will be up in a few seconds. You look like you could use a good rest."

"No, I'll go. Please don't tell me that. You two have been through just as much as I have been. I will see you in a few minutes ok, I'll keep the cloak on till I get near your mom so no one stops me and I promise to make it quick ok?" Ron was about to say something but shut his mouth and nodded. He couldn't argue with the fact that he was completely exhausted as well. I watched as they entered the tower then turned to leave.

I passed the great hall and looked in. I looked toward Ginny, her head still resting on her mothers shoulder as she cried. I hurt them, it was my fault that Fred was dead. It was my fault that Lupin and Tonks were dead. It was my fault. Everything was my fault. I felt the tears run down my face and bolted towards the castle doors. I couldn't and didn't stop running until I reached Dumbledore's grave. I knew what had to be done before I left.

I placed the elder wand into his hands and stood back. At least I could make sure that was right. "Grave Repairro" I watched as Dumbledore's grave repaired. I placed my hand on top. "I'm so sorry Professor Dumbledore. You may rest in peace now." I bowed my head then headed into the direction of where I dropped the stone. It would be two dangerous if anyone else found this stone. Maybe I was being selfish because I wanted the stone for myself. I found it quickly and placed it back inside the snitch. I didn't even bother to look to see if my mother or father reappeared when I held it. I wished I were dead so I could be with them, as selfish as it may seem I didn't care. I shouldn't be living while those close to me kept dying because of me. I looked back towards the castle and knew what I had to do. "Kreacher!" I called out silently in to the air as a popping sound filled the area as he appeared before me.

"Master is ok! Kreacher was so worried! How can Kreacher serve Master?" He bowed low with a smile on his face and I tried to give him a little smile.

"I have to go on a trip for awhile and I was hoping that you would accompany me." I looked to him with hope, I didn't want to fully be alone, I know I didn't deserve to have comfort , but hopefully Kreacher wouldn't hate me.

"Of course Master, Kreacher would love to accompany Master." He bowed low again.

"Please give me your hand," He obeyed as I brought us my "Home". "I know you could have done that yourself, but I wanted to bring you here. We are going to be hiding in a way here for awhile. I just can't face people right now and too many people know about the other house. We will go back there in time, but for know we are going to stay are my parents home. I know the back is blasted open but we should be able to hide in it with out a problem." We continued to walk to the house. Kreacher walked closely besides me.

Upon arriving at the house I opened the gate and let Kreacher in first, then turned around to see if anyone was looking. I placed a special spell on the house so that Kreacher and I would not be seen. Then headed to the front door and walked in. Debris was here and there but at least the steps were in one piece. My body ached as I climbed the stairs. Kreacher followed close behind. I walked to a bedroom that I assumed was my parents and looked at the soft bed. It looked welcoming with all its pillows. I realized how dirty I was. I don't think my parents would mind be getting in bed dirty but I did.

"Umm Kreacher, Do you think there is any way that you can head back to Hogwarts and somehow get my trunk and bring it here. Do not tell them where we are though. If Hermione asks just tell her that I am on my way back and want to take a hot shower, and that I wish to get something out of my trunk. Once she has it out go to look in it and appear back here with it. Then we will need to get some water. I want to take a shower. I know my parents wouldn't care if I got the sheets dirty but I do care." He bowed low and popped out of site.

I probably shouldn't be here, after all I was responsible for the death of my mother and father, and for their close friends. 'I'll find a place of my own in the morning; just allow me this one night here.' I thought. I leaned against the wall then thought better and found myself sitting in the middle of the room on the floor. Trying not to get anything else dirty. I placed my head in my hands and tried to fight back tears. 'Why did I have to be the one? Why am I alone now? Why did everyone I care about have to be hurt? Why can't anything just go right for once in my life?' A popping sound filled my ears as I looked up not bothering to hide my tears.

*Hermione's P.O.V.*

Ron and I had headed up to the room in which he and Harry had shared with the other boys for so many years. He sat down on his bed and I joined him. The softness of the bed felt so good after the long days and nights on the cots Ron took my hand in his and just held it, running his thumb over the back of my hand softly we just stared at each other. We both sat back against the bed frame and waited for Harry return. I don't know how much time had passed because I was awaken by someone shaking me.

I groggily opened my eyes and looked to find Kreacher, whom was the source of the shaking. "I am sorry, Master Harry would like a few things from his trunk for his shower. I was sent here to get them. May I see his trunk." I rubbed my eyes and nodded. Ron stirred next to me.

"What is it." He grumbled as he rolled over to face Kreacher and I.

"Kreacher, Harry wants a few things. Where is he anyways?" I asked looking down at the house elf.

"Master wants to clean. I must take him clothes, a towel and some soap." I grabbed the trunk from my bag and placed it on the floor. I went to open it but Kreacher stopped me. "I will get it. Master asked me to get it." He looked strange as he said it but I didn't question him.

I backed away as Ron stood up and walked over me. He placed his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. "How is he."

"Master needs Kreacher, Master may not be well, Master has accomplished a lot and dealt with so much. Master needs rest." Kreacher carried on. I yawned and while I did so the trunk and Kreacher where gone. I snapped my mouth shut, and looked to Ron.

"What just happened?" Ron said blinking a few times and turning to look at me.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

Kreacher appeared before me with my trunk. "Thank you" I barely mumbled.

"Kreacher, will go warm some water for Master if Master is ready to wash," He bowed low as I nodded. I walked to the bathroom that was connected to my parent's bedroom. It was full of dust which Kreacher seemed to be able to clean up in a matter of second. He even managed to fill the tub with water and warm it before I could blink. "There Master is, I shall leave a towel by tub and have a warm outfit out for master to change into. Will Master need anything else… I have soap for you Master." He bowed again.

"I am fine. Thank you, Kreacher that is all. You may wait for me in the room." I slipped into the tub. The warm water was soothing to my aching muscles, but I could not fight the feeling of wanting to slip under the water and never come up.

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