A/N This chapter is pretty tense. My heart is racing! And I'm writing it! I have to look through it one more time before I post, because I was like writing in time with my heart beat. Intense. And soooo sad!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Potter. He and Mr. Snape would have become great friends if I did.

Save Me, No One

Chapter 4

Harry stumbled into the astronomy tower before collapsing, sobs breaking his normally calm facade. He wasn't exactly sure why he was crying, just that he needed to so unbearably bad.

'Why am I crying about Snape? This is ridiculous!' the rational voice in his head growled.

'Has anyone ever cared about you?' a sad voice asked.

'Ron and Hermione!'

'Are you sure they didn't care about The Boy Who Lived?'

'Ginny!'

'Oh please.'

'The other Weasleys?'

'They won't anymore. You got Fred killed.'

'Remus!'

'Just a teacher.'

'Sirius! Sirius cared!' the voice cried desperately.

'You were just James's son to him and you know it!'

"No..." Harry moaned, running his hands over the rough floor

But he knew it was true. No one had cared for him, not really. The Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, Gryffandor Golden Boy, Savior of the Wizarding World, yes. But not him.

Harry didn't want to admit it, but the idea of Snape or anyone caring for him was his number one wish. Harry would have gone on living blissfully ignorant if Snape had died; thinking Severus had truly cared.

"And here I come to find out he doesn't even give a damn!" Harry yelled, pulling his hair furiously, tears of overwhelming pain coursing down his flushed face.

Harry wanted love. He wanted to be loved. Why would no one grant him that one wish?

He found his thoughts drifting to his parents. Would they still love him, even after all the deaths he's caused?

Something overcame the young man. A strange calmness, almost an accepting feeling that he would never be held or hugged or comforted. He would forever be alone.

And he was okay with that.

Harry looked to the edge of the tower where rogue spells had blasted off part of the waist-high stone wall.

He knew what he was going to do.

His job was, after all, complete. Everyone would be safe from Voldemort.

And no one would care any way. Snape would probably think of it as a ploy to get attention.

He wondered if his glamours would collapse? The Dursleys would get a rude awakening, thats for sure. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care.

He was calm.

He could feel every heart beat, every minuscule drop of blood coursing through his veins.

He wondered if he would go to Heaven, or Hell, or neither.

Buzzing filled his ears as he strode over to the ledge, as if a diver preparing for the leap into the icy water far below.

Then he felt his body still, everything around him become silent, except for the deep breath that filled his lungs. His last breath.

Then he stepped off.

A/N Tense. The description of Harry before he stepped off is similar to how it feels to bungy jump. Really strange... Really random... SNAPE NOSE! |:-) Hahaha love it!

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