Chapter 4

It had been the longest, darkest day he had ever had. He was exhausted, everything was hurting, and he had an empty feeling in his stomach that just wouldn't leave. A tear rolled over his check, but he didn't even bother wiping it away. In his clenched fist was his wand, stained with blood. Blood of his enemies, but also the blood of his friends. He dropped down to his knees, in front of a red haired boy. The eyes of the boy were wide opened, staring into the void. Blood was on his face and in his hair, his robes were torn apart. Harry reached out to close the eyes of his best friend, and couldn't help but letting out a sob. Another girl sat behind him, pulling him into a hug. "Oh Harry.." Hermione sobbed. Harry didn't respond. Ron was dead. He still couldn't believe it. He was really dead. His best friend..

It had been a long evening. Harry was tired, and all he wanted to do was going to bed, hide from the world. He was at a remembrance of all the victims of Voldemort, who had also died during the Final Battle. Harry had killed him with own handed. But many lives were given that night.. Ron had died, Dumbledore had died while protecting Harry, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Severus Snape, who had also died while protecting Harry.. Harry was still surprised about that. He had always thought that the man hated him, but the last thing Snape had said were 'I'm sorry.' Roughly Harry wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face. He hadn't even realised he had been crying until now. It was in that final moment that Harry had realised he didn't hate Snape either. He had tried to tell him, but it was too late. Snape was dead. And it was his fault.

The end.


Well, not a very happy end eh? Maybe you should try again, and maybe this time you will have a happier ending.