A/N: Alright, so second chapter, another songfic for the collection. I can only thank my lil sis Gri for helping me figure out which one of the songs I already have the lyrics to that I wanted to use today. It's a mood for sadness and angst.

Warnings: Slash, male on male lovin', don't like, use that ever lovely back button, or do the nice thing if you hate but continue reading and don't flame the fic. Uhhmm... all kinds of relationshippy kinds of things from kissing and cuddling to touching and possibly limey or lemony hints depending on what the song shows me for that couple. And possible, though very few, curses.

Disclaimers: I hereby declare that I in no way, shape, form, or fashion own anything related to Harry Potter and the world in which he so luckily resides. The only things I own... are the plot bunnies who bug me daily. I also do not own the song, that belongs to its writers and songbirds. The song for today is 'It Would Be You' by Gary Allan.

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It's hard describing a heartache
All because it's a one of a kind of thing
A serious injury
And a whole lot of endless pain
If it was a storm
I'd compare to a hurricane
Oh it's even got a name

His rooms looked like a tornado had been unleashed to rage its full fury around the place. There were books, parchments, quills, you name it, strewn all over the floor, broken furniture and empty bottles of fire whiskey that burned his throat, but never quite reached the hole in his broken heart. Honestly, he'd done it to himself, even suggesting this ludicris idea to Harry when Severus knew-- he knew that the boy would do anything to protect him from Voldemort. He was the eldest member in their whirlwind relationship, and Harry trusted the spy's judgement.

But it still ached deep in his soul to hear Harry's simple words of farewell echoing through his head as if it were a disc on a neverending replay. Every time, it stabbed at his heart, and at his mind, knowing that it was he who decided that their parting ways would be safer for the both of them... Knowing that it was he, Severus, who'd decided to give up on them first.

And it hurt, deeply, that Harry hadn't seen a reason to fight with him over what was best for them. Harry'd seen it as his chance to protect Severus, as he'd always wished to do. The teen had said, many times that he'd much rather wait until this bloody war was over before starting a serious relationship with Severus. It was only Severus' own insistance that he could protect himself, and would, that had made Harry stick around.

If it was a drink
It would be a strong one
If it was a sad song
It would be a long one
If it was a color
It would be a deep deep blue
But if we're talking about a heartache
It would be you

If it was a full moon
It would be a total eclipse
If it was a tidal wave
It would sink a thousand ships
If it was a blizzard
It would be a record breaking cold
If it was a lie
It would be the biggest story you've ever told

Harry felt cold to the bone, a coldness that crept up into his heart and stole awya all of the warmth that had ever been there. Severus did not want him anymore. The older man did not want to fight anymore to keep them together. Was the love he'd shared not enough? did Harry show his weaknesses and cry on Severus' shoulder far too much? But Sev had always told him that he was happy to be trusted enough by Harry that he was the only one who saw him in his weaker moments.

Harry hid nothing from Severus, and he'd thought that the man had hid nothing from him until today... until he'd suggested that they part for their own safety. The dark lord was too close to figuring them out, Severus had told him. It was far too dangerous for them to continue their romance. It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, walk away from Severus, and it hurt that the man hadn't cared enough to follow and drag him back.

It was, after all, Severus' suggestion, and Harry had done all he could to change the man's mind. He'd been the one to fight for once, but it had gone ignored. So he did the only thing he could do, walk away after saying goodbye to the only man he'd ever love. And now... well, now he had nothing left to live for. Siri was gone, and Remus had fallen in the last battle. Ron and Hermione were too wrapped up in one another to even be his friends anymore, so what did he have left with Severus taken away from him?

The final battle was close at hand, and he would defeat Voldemort, if only to answer the cries of the wizarding world. But he no longer cared whether he lived or died in the process. If Severus didn't care enough to see their relationship through when Harry needed him the most, then why should he care to live through this hell for Severus? Harry was so very tired, and his lover had been the only thing keeping him from tumbling over the edge.... until today...

If it was a drink
It would be a strong one
If it was a sad song
It would be a long one
If it was a color
It would be a deep deep blue
But if we're talking about a heartache
It would be you

Severus watched as a brilliant light engulfed both Voldemort, and the boy saviour. His dark eyes were impossibly wide as he recognized it as the ritual he and Harry had disguarded because of the risks to the castor's life. Voldemort would die, that much was true, but so would Harry as the ritual called for a payment from the castor; a life for a life. He could feel his heart clench painfully at their screams, echoing morbidly with the sounds of the battlefield. He wanted to go now, and stop the ritual, save his Harry from the fate that now awaited him; but he couldn't for fear of the ritual stealing Harry's magic and leeching his life in a slow, painful way while Voldemort got away.

His interference would ruin everything, but he knew now that he'd already ruined it all by casting his little love to the side. Harry chose the suicidal ritual to end the dark lord, all because he thought Severus no longer cared, no longer loved him. It was the teen's most fatal flaw, that need of love in his life.

The light fades and two bodies are on the ground. The Dark Lord is only a pile of ashes, and Harry is crumpled on the ground, taking in his last few breaths of life. Severus, in a hurry to get to him, apparates and kneels beside his love. Gathering the slight form into his arms, he holds Harry protectively and gazes at him sadly. What kills him inside is the brilliant smile that Harry gifts him with, and the way those beautiful emerald eyes of his shine and sparkle with happiness.

Harry's voice is soft, barely there. "I can see mum and dad, Severus, they're waiting for me... but I have to.... tell you... I love you... before.. before I go home.."

Severus doesn't even realize he's crying until a weak hand reaches up and wipes tears from his face. His voice trembles. "Harry.. I love you... please... please don't leave me..."

Harry's expression is happy, yet oddly sad. "It's too late Sev, I'm already gone... smile for me, will you?"

Severus, aching to his very soul, manages a smile and kisses Harry gently, feeling the cold begin to creep into those pale lips, and the body in his arms. Harry's final breath is caught upon his lips and something shatters deep within the stoic man. His whole body shudders as he releases an anguished cry and breaks down into a sobbing mess, holding Harry's cold, dead body against him and refusing to let anyone take the teen away from him as he sits there, in the middle of the battlefield, a broken mess.

If it was a color
It would be a deep deep blue
But if we're talking about a heartache
It would be you

A/N: *sniffles* heh... like it? don't? Made you laugh, made you sniffle? Lemme know how you feel about it guys. ^_^