None of Harry's friends fully understood what happened, as they stood looking at Harry's dead body. None of them had expected their hero, the Boy-Who-Lived, to become the Boy-Who-Lives-No-Longer. They never expected Harry to break, because he was the hero. They all thought he was happy being himself, and being the one to save everyone. They thought wrong.
At the funeral, everyone who was there, cried. Almost every person in the wizardry world came. All but one very angry, sad and lonely Severus Snape.
Severus Snape, who is known to be cold-hearted, emotionless and a git, cannot be any more… emotional, at this moment. A knock echoes in his quarters, but Severus is too lost in his own mind to open the door. He can hardly move his eyes away from the paper he holds in his hands. The door slowly opens, revealing the all-knowing Albus Dumbledore. Except he can't be all-knowing, because he hadn't known about Harry and his problems. No one knew, understand or even predicted that Harry was going to break.
"Severus… I know you are grieving but-" Albus began, walking towards Severus.
"I failed him. I failed him and Lily," Severus responds, softly, as tears run down, gracefully, down his face.
"Now, now, Severus, I know that you are sad, but-"
"NO! CANT YOU UNDERSTAND I FAILED HIM! HIM! I FAILED MY SON, DAMMIT!" Screams Severus, standing, angrily.
"Y-your son? Harry is… your son?" Albus asks, confused. Severus throws the paper he holds in his hands at Albus, and then walks away.
'He is yours, Severus. I Obliviated you and put a charm on Harry to make him look like James, but he is yours. Please, do not disappoint us.
Lily'
"Oh, my child," Albus says, shaking his head, sadly. Like everyone else, he did not know.