Harry sat alone on the window sill of the owlery, looking over the grounds that he had considered his home for the last 4 years, contemplating his life. His mouth curled in a slight smile as he took note of Hagrid's hut, lit up with smoke coming out of the chimney. So many good memories there, like when Hagrid hatched Norbirt. His eyes moved to the lake, smooth and calm. So different than when he had to dive down to save his best mate, Ron, during the triwizard tournament.

"No!" He shouted, verbally cutting the strain of thought.

He did not want to think about last year, unknowingly entered into the tournament, enduring losing friends and being taunted, Cedric, and the return of Lord Voldemort.

"Cedric, I'm so sorry...I...I couldn't stop him...I'm too weak.." He whispered as tears flooded his eyes.

Rage dried those tears as he thought about Voldemort and how his return caused more unwanted attention and seclusion from his classmates. Fiddling with the purple potion in his hands, he played in his mind the conversations he constantly overheard.

"He just likes to be in the spotlight all the time"

"All that fame and attention must be nice"

"Don't believe anything he says it's all a lie and a sad cry for attention"

"He probably killed Cedric so he could win"

Hedwig perched next to him watching with large round eyes as Harry continued to vent. He caught Hedwig's gaze and asked:

"Why don't people believe me?"

He had decided he was done doing the things expected of him. He was done walking in the shadow of his father, he was done being bullied by his peers and Snape. Snape, whom he found out earlier, had loathed Harry because of his father, and because of how much he was reminded of Lilly. Harry had seen into Snape's mind during the occlumency lesson and quickly wished he hadn't. He didn't want to know anything about the professor he loathed.

His final thoughts were of Vernon, his pathetic excuse for an uncle. He was tortured so much during his days with that family, and he felt at peace knowing this was the end and he wouldn't have to endure anymore.

His hands shaking, he uncorked the potion, dumped the contents down his throat and let himself fall through the window.

...

Snape was lost in thought as he walked his letter to the owlery. He had to let Kingsley know that a different tutor would be needed to provide occlumency lessons. Dumbledore would be displeased, but at the moment,he could have cared less.

I can't believe he got into my mind, he pondered.

He felt so invaded, Potter had seen his most intimate secrets, and there is no way to come back from that. He slowed at the top of the stairs as if he were going to sneak in, remembering his earlier years and finding this to be a popular spot for young wizards to explore more than magic. He also didn't like barging in on the owls, they tend to get testy and fly at you when they're frightened.

"Pesky foul creatures" He thought to himself.

As he silently slipped in he noticed Potter sitting on the window sill, sobbing and talking to his owl. He loathed Potter for many reasons, but mostly because he reminded him of his beloved Lilly. He watched, entranced by Harry's rant of self loathing and loneliness.

How pathetic, he thought.

He noticed a small vile in the boys hand, with a purple tint to it.

His mind raced as he tried to think what type of potion he could have.

It could be...no it doesn't look like that...drought of peace...no what sense would that make,

He realized what it was as he looked up in time to see Harry down the purple contents and fall out the window.

Snape impulsively shouted: "Wingardium Leviosa!" in attempt to save the boy who lived.