Harry plopped down softly on his four poster bed and allowed the silence to engulf his tired body. Deep inside Harry could felt guilty and could feel the pain of the day eroding away at his happiness. Frustrated he clenched his eyes shut and began the internal battle of trying to let his happiness pulverize his sadness. But, as hard as he tried the thoughts of his parents slowly crept into his mind, and all chances of happiness evaporated. Harry had a chance to get what his soul desired, to be with his parents, but he passed up the

opportunity, and the longing desire built up inside making him near tears as their sad faces popped into his mind. Hastily, he pushed the thoughts out of his head for the meantime and rolled over. He hid himself in blankets hoping that he would remain undisturbed by such saddening thoughts, but it would prove useless as the night went on. His dreams were haunted with death it seemed anywhere his thoughts went there was always a death lurking around the corner. Harry awoke in a pool of cold sweat screaming as he remembered

his dream clearly. It was him as Voldemort killing his mother. Harry looked in the nearest mirror to make sure he was himself. There is no way you can be him Voldemort is dead. He can't hurt you now. Was all Harry could think or hope for. It didn't help him that his dreams were still haunted by him and death. Quietly, Harry headed down to the common's room so as not to disturb anyone else with his dreams. He lounged across the sofa in front of the fire and felt a pang of guilt as he remembered how he use to wait for

Sirius's face to appear among the ashes. Inside he knew it was useless, but he turned his gaze to the fire. Harry felt his heartache as it remained empty, he knew it was useless, but inside him he wanted to believe that at least Sirius would appear and tell him everything would be okay. Reluctantly, he rolled over and closed his eyes tight. Though he wouldn't admit he was afraid to fall asleep, not knowing the horrors that lurked in his mind waiting to pounce the moment sleep over took his body. Consciously, he began

thinking about the life he could have had if he had just went with his heart's desire and died. Harry knew it was his one shot at true eternal happiness. He'd get back all the love he lost and finally have a family to call his own. Tears silently leaked from his eyes as his body longed to be far, far away from Hogwarts and the real word. He began to question

why he even bothered staying. Sure he loved Ginny and wanted to be with her, but his desire for a family to love and accept seemed to be overbearing anything else he felt inside. Harry drew his knees up close to his body as he rocked back and forth with tears that began flowing out of his eyes like a waterfall. He bit his hand trying to muffle the sobs, but it was no use. It seemed no matter what he did, his thoughts would torment him. He cursed as loud as he dared. It wasn't fair why did he, Harry Potter, have to give up his life

and his wants to save the world. It could just have easily been someone else. He could have left it to the others, but deep inside Harry knew he wouldn't want them to give up their lives and desires. After all, it was his destiny. He felt a hand gently brush against his shoulder. He looked up and was shocked to see it was Professor McGonagall. Quickly, Harry's hand darted up to his face and he began wiping away the traces of tears that lingered on his face. Her soft eyes looked in his and she hugged him. "Poor soul," she

whispered as she recognized the look on his face. "I-I professor" Harry started to tell her he was fine. "Shh- Potter your not fine. Just drink this dreamless potion," McGonagall ordered knowingly. Suddenly, he felt great respect for, and wanted to ask her so many questions, but he refrained. . Silently, he obeyed as McGonagall left. He closed his eyes and sighed. Would things keep going on like this or would he have peace after all? He curled up in a ball as the thoughts encompassed his entire body. Harry shook deep as the

tears relentlessly fell leaving him feeling useless. What was even the point in him living? He had fulfilled his destiny, and completed his purpose in life. It wasn't as if he would be leaving any family behind. The few he was close to would end up forgetting about him as time grew. He stuck his hand in his robes and conjured his wand. The cool, smooth

wood felt good between his fingers. The curse was on the tip of his tongue as he pointed his wand at himself. It would be so simple, so easy. "Avada Ked" Harry broke off in middle of the curse as he remembered little innocent Teddy. He couldn't possibly let him grow up lonely and hurting like he did. No, he had to keep his promise to Lupin and Tonks. He would teach Teddy that there was good in this world even if Harry himself couldn't find it, he'd keep his word.