Alone
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or characters. Darn it all.
Warnings: Slash, Suicide
AN: Well, what can I say? I was very depressed. And it was 3:30am. And I was listening to 'Never Alone' by Barlow Girl. I'd say enjoy, but in this case it's not really appropriate...
Harry sat by the dark lake, looking absently across the glassy surface. He was alone. If he had had the presence of mind to care, he'd have been crying. The only one who had ever really meant anything to him had left him here. He had promised Harry that he would come for him, but when the time came he had disappeared. Harry had never trusted anyone as much as Tom. The only time the young boy had felt truly wanted was when he was with the dark lord. He had suffered this twisted relationship for so long and now, he thought with an emotionless curl of the lips, it was ironic that the one he had supposedly been fighting for all these years had turned his back on him. Harry stood slowly. It wasn't a hard decision; it didn't take any time to think over. Harry simply walked slowly into the icy water. As he went deeper into the lake, he could feel his body numbing from his feet up. He slipped under the water and let out a steady stream of his last breath. Sinking, he felt the numbness caress his lungs and heart, icing them over. He took a deep breath of freezing liquid, registering his body gradually shutting down, and distantly he felt Tom's heart-wrenching shock as he realised what he had forgotten to do after he had won the war.
Tom had spent his entire life on his own. Nobody had ever cared for him, and consequently he came to care for no one. He never waited for anyone, or let them in, so he never had to worry about anyone other than himself. With so many things to sort out after the ministry had fallen, he had forgotten the only person that had ever mattered to him. The vision was calm, relaxed, with no emotion other than emptiness, and Tom saw Harry sinking beneath the shadowy water as death seduced him from life's feeble grasp. He apparated to the lake immediately and dove in to rescue Harry, but he was too late. Harry lay lifeless in his arms as he rocked him on the shore, his last expression twisted into a wry grin that mocked Tom for his biggest mistake. The last warrior for the light was gone.
Harry potter was dead.