Honestly a little blown away by all the follows and favorites. Y'all have my thanks.

As for spelling and grammatical errors, I try to make sure I don't have many..BUT some sneak past me. Darn Nargles.

Please enjoy.

oooOOOooo

Harry stared at his reflection some more in disbelief. He winced a little as he pulled on the tips of his ears.

"A bloody goblin." Harry peeled his eyes away from his reflection and lifted his face upwards toward the sky.

"DEATH!" He roared and looked around, expecting Death to show up. He did not. "DEATH! Get back here! Show yourself this INSTANT," he pointed down at the ground, "or so help me I will-." Breathing heavily through his nose to calm down, Harry paced along the stream and flicked the wet sand angrily out from between his toes.

A few moments passed before he slowed and scrubbed his eyes with his palms. "I'm supposed to be with Ginny. I'm supposed to be with Ron and Hermione. And with Sirius! And with MUM AND DAD! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE WITH EVERYONE! NOT HERE! NOT WHEREVER THIS PLACE IS!" Harry's voice grew with each name until he was yelling with everything in him and throwing stones towards the stream. He started looking for larger rocks, digging them out of the sand and lobbing them bodily.

"DEATH!" He screamed out in rage, grinding his teeth together and flopped down, exhausted onto his wet bum. He lay there tired and brooding in gloomy silence inspecting his cracked and bloody fingernails until he realized he had ants crawling on his legs. Grimacing he stood up and brushed his legs off and looked down the steam.

Really looked. It was all just so...beautiful.

Ginny would have loved it here. Harry swollowed a sudden lump in his throat and smiled sadly, imagining a time long ago where they had had a family picnic in a spot not so different from this place.

oooOOOooo

After inspecting himself further in the rippling reflection, Harry made his way down the stream deep in thought.

Somehow he had woken up looking like one of his great, great grandsons who also happened to be about 5 years old, the age that Harry looked now, except quite a bit more..doll like. It was still definitely him but just..prettier. His ears were pointed and his hair was so glossy. It hadn't been this glossy since he accidentally used his daughters magical shampoo..not as flowery smelling, thank goodness. He had been teased about that for months at work.

After what felt like a long time of walking, he came up to a section of the stream that had gotten larger and deeper. Harry stared into it, slightly manic grin growing on his face as he realized something.

Death HAS to come.. If I died.. Here. Right now. Death will have no choice but to show up!

Harry breathed in deeply and slowly waded towards the middle of the stream. The clear water was freezing and only came up to his mid thigh. People have drowned in less water than this, right? It'll be fine. Harry nodded his head. Yeah. Just a little discomfort and I'll be with Ginny. With my family.

Inhaling and much he could, he exhaled and repeated the action a few time. Harry then closed his eyes, exhaled one last time and plunged into the river. Then he inhaled.

His first reaction was to get out of the water and BREATHE, to cough out whatever was invading his lungs. It was painful. Every cell, every molecule in his body was sceaming at him to get out of the water. He couldn't help thrashing a little as he breathed in more water. The only thing that stopped him was all the beautiful faces and memories that flashed before his eyes. Ginny, carefully holding their newborn child as it squalled, hungry for food. Ginny, bustling about the Burrow, laughing at his jokes. Ginny, smiling and teaching their granddaughters how to knit. His mother smiling as his dad danced and twirled her. Ron and Hermione as they laughed and drank wine to toast to their new house. Countless other loved faces and fond memories passed before his eyes.

Of all the ways to die..I really didn't expect go by drowning in such a small amount of water.

Before Harry had realized something had happened he was bodily lifted out of the water and sent sprawling out onto the sand, coughing and throwing up all the water he had in his lungs. He barely registered a person thumping his back and saying something. A small part of his brain was simultaneously glad that he had failed, horrified that he had even tried and angry that he was stopped.

"Why." Harry said bitterly his voice ragged, coughing as he looked up. "Why did you stop me?"

The mans eyes widened in shock as he inhaled sharply. Harry, after expelling whatever was left in him, tiredly sat down and looked at the man. Really looked. The man was eerily beautiful. Could he be part Veela? Harry thought wearily as be pushed his wet, dripping hair back from his face. He definitely has the bone structure. And those eyebrows..carefully plucked and arched. Gay.

Harry took in the mans outfit and then did a double take at the mans ears. They were pointed. Just like his were. I guess we're the same race then.. beautiful Veela goblins.

The man seemed to be made of stone, the surprise and shock making him unable to move. The whole way he sat there and stared, unblinking, at Harry was really starting to creep him out. During the whole interaction his facial features had gone from concern to bewilderment then on to confusion and then finally shock.

I guess I deserve it.. Harry thought tiredly, rubbing his face. He DID think I was trying to drown myself. Which I was..

"You," The male model finally stuttered out in disbelief, blinking rapidly, "You're an Elfling!"

Harry blinked at him in confusion. "I'm a what?"

oooOOOooo

If anyone was disturbed by my casual 'let's have Harry try to commit suicide!' Then I apologize. It just seemed logical but also a strange sense of desperation on Harry's part.