A/N* Imagine if when Harry found the letter from his mother Snape had just found his piece.Harry hunched his shoulders as sobs racked through his body, and tears spilled from his eyes onto the parchment below. Before this time, back when everything was normal, he wouldn't have dared let himself cry. He needed to be brave; he was the 'Chosen One'. But now he didn't care anymore-Harry realised that death was fast approaching 'neither could live while the other survived and death was so close he could taste it on his tongue, he could feel death's rotting arms wrapping themselves around Harry strongly, keeping him in their grasp just in case he was the one to go-and somehow Harry did indeed think he was the one that was going to lose.
Seeing Ron and Hermione this morning, lying together on the drawing room floor, protecting each other even in slumber had allowed the grief that subsided in Harry to wash over him even more so. They had each other at least-they just didn't know it yet, Harry however, had no one.
First his mother and father, then Sirius, then Dumbledore. It seemed that whenever Harry got a chance at happiness it would be ripped away from him; a few months or years was the most he could ask for.
Sometimes he would think about joining them, finally being back together again. His mother's neat script was not enough anymore, it didn't provide any hope-even if they did do their g's the same way.
Thinking about her, that was when he broke. A pain much deeper than any physical injury that had ever been inflicted on him ebbed through his body.
"You left me," he accused quietly "You were trying to protect me, when right now all I want is to be back with you's! you don't understand how much I miss you every day."
Harry felt two strong arms wrap themselves around him and he allowed the grief that wash over him and lull him into darkness.
"I know how you feel" whispered Snape low into Harry's ear. "I miss her every day too."