A/N: ok sorry for the length of time it took me to update this its just I have been on holiday recently and so not been able to update.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter like I do not own the wind round my feet and the house that I live in. sigh one day one day

Chapter Eight: Regret

"How can he be gone James how?" Lilly sobbed into her husbands chest, tears running down his cheeks as well. "He was just a baby the last time I saw him and now, now he's dead. He should be all grown up by now. He should have a family, children of his own. He should be complaining about work and going out to parties with friends. Not this, anything but this."

Hermione stood outside tears falling gently on to the floor. Telling the Potters had been the final straw. All that she had managed to hold in over the past 15 years came tumbling out. All the pain, all the regret, all the agony. It scared her. She wished she had stopped him before he had left. Harry's face swam into her mind as she remembered how he had left.

" Hermione glancing quickly at Ron, pushed open the wooden door to see Harry magically packing his possessions, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Harry, what's wrong? What happened?" He turned around wiping his eyes quickly.

"I'm leaving. Now. I'm not gonna wait around for Voldemort to come and kill me. If anyone asks you where I am, just say you don't know, that I didn't speak to you." He minimised his trunk and pocketed it in his cloak. He opened the window and picked up his firebolt before turning back to them. "Take care of yourselves guys." and he hopped on to his broom and flew out the window and into the night.

"Ron what do you thinks happened? Why has he gone? He was fine a couple minutes ago before he left for…Ron what could Dumbledore have possibly said to him?"

"I don't know Hermione but I'm going to find out."

"Ron no he asked us not to please Ron. RON!"

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

"Yes Professor, I'm alright now. It was just a bit of a shock that's all, seeing Harry's parents alive and then hang to tell them about Harry's disappearance and then death. I cant help but feel guilty."

"Guilty? What ever for?"

"For not stopping him. For not telling somebody sooner. I cant help but feel that I caused this."

"No Hermione you did not cause this. You weren't to know. You were simply doing what you thought was right by your friend. Don't blame yourself. Harry would not want to see you upset."

"Professor do you think what Dark Angel said could be true? Do you think theres a chance that he could be alive?"

"I do not know Hermione. I just simply do not know."

"I wish Dumbledore was still here. He would know what to do."

"Don't we all Hermione. Don't we all."

-------------------------------Back in the graveyard-------------------------------------------

"Any news?" A greying old man asked a younger hooded male.

"Yes, they are awake now and upset. They have been informed of Harry's death. If only we could tell them the truth. It pains me to see them like this." He answered whilst kneeling down at Harry's grave. "I cant stand waiting."

"I know Sirius neither can I. But soon they will figure out the truth and then, and only then may we reveal ourselves to them." The man replied to the hooded young man also known as Dark Angel. Above them sitting in a tree was a white wolf with emeralds for eyes…