All right This is the third time that I have revised this. I always get posted on the second page and no one reviews. Errgh! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PEOPLE TO REVIEW?! I'm serious please tell me! Okay here it is, perhaps third times the charm.
A.N. Hey everybody! I've had this written for around two weeks but I couldn't get any time on either of our computers because my Mom and Dad are both addicted to solitaire. They go through these little spurts of addiction where one has to beat the others score and it's really annoying. ****I need you all to read my other story Filled With Fear, Filled With Love and tell me if you want me to put it in this one or else I'll.... Er, do something really mean. ****
Disclaimer: I put a sad little attempt at a songfic in this chapter (don't worry it's short and relatively painless). I don't own the song
"Best I Ever Had'" Vertical Horizon does. Previous disclaimer still applys.

Harry opened the photo album Hagrid had given him to his favorite picture. It was one that wasn't taken by the wedding photographer but by Remus Lupin. That was part of the reason Harry liked it. It was one of those pictures that had to be taken by someone who knew the subject. It just captured Lily, James and Sirius so well. They were all laughing and looking so young and happy.
Harry ran his fingers along the edge of the photo. They were identical, his mother and Bri, that is. Both had the same bright red hair and freckled skin. The expression on Lily's face was the same one that Bri had worn the other day when she bewitched Snape's chair to pull itself out from under him. They even use the same wand. But it was the eyes that really got him. The three of them, Harry, Lily and Bri, all had the same sparkling, big, green eyes. And Ron, Ron also had green eyes. They weren't fiery like the others', they were more........ long-suffering. The eyes of someone who had lived a boring, povert life. Someone who had always wanted something to happen to him yet it never did. Everything happens to Harry. That was why, or so Hermione said, Ron was no longer speaking to him. Ron was jealous of the eventfulness in Harry's life. Harry had lost his best friend and, as a matter of fact, just about every friend he ever had didn't believe him. It was just him, Hermione and Bri now. And they didn't really count. They were girls and he couldn't possibly tell them how he felt about Cho (although they weren't stupid and undoubtedly already knew). Bri was going off on her own too. Hogwarts was the first place she had friends and now, most of those friends had turned on her because they thought she was a cheater. Her own schoolmates had been awfully harsh on her too. So Harry was often left alone with Hermione. Hermione was obsessed with the fact that the OWLs are coming up in a year and being Hermione she was always in the library.
"I'm doing the right thing," Harry told himself as he crept closer to the edge of the roof. "Hermione has chosen books over me, none of my other friends trust me... except for Hagrid," Harry smiled at the thought of his huge friend, "But this way there'll be no way for him to get in trouble for showing me the dragons. And I won't have to worry about whether or not to tell Cedric."
Then that little voice in Harry's subconscious asked him, "What about Sirius, or Cho?"
"Ha!" thought Harry, "Did I ever actually think that a beautiful, talented 5th year would ever like me. And Sirius is safer this way. One less person who knows his secret. I am doing the right thing. Not only do I have nothing to live for but I am helping people."
Harry gave the picture one last look then dropped it from the tower that had given him the best years of his life. It would be comforting, he thought, like by jumping he'd be joining his parents.

"I don't need him. He's just a guy. I don't need anyone. I've never had anyone before and I don't need anyone now. I'm strong. I'm independent. If he doesn't want to be near me I don't want to be near him. I've never needed a mother or a father. But then again I've never had one of them to miss. The only person I've ever even almost had was Adam. Aw, gee. Now I'm getting sentimental," Bri groaned as the song Best I Ever Had played in her head.

"...Don't want you back,
You're just the best I ever had..."

" I miss him. I've only known him for two months but I really do miss him. Good God, Bri snap out of it. He's just a guy. No more of this mush. You have more important things to think about"
"Ugh, I do wonder what they'll make us do on Friday," She thought. "Maybe I'll be lucky and they'll subject us to that stupid Imperious curse like in DADA, that's supposed to take courage to throw off. No, that'd be too easy. (Bri was so good with the Imperious curse that the first time she was put under it she told Professor Moody to "go fuck a cow because there was no way in hell that I'm going to lick Ron Weasley's forehead.") "Or maybe we'll have to spend 24 hrs. One on one with Snape, that'd be scary. Ugh! My imagination is running away from me I need some fresh air."

She lifted the door to the roof to see something she never thought she would see in her life.
"Harry, don't!" she gasped.
Bri startled him so much that he almost slipped off the roof but in the moment she had him off guard she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the center.

"Why the heck not?" Harry grumbled.

"Er........." Actually the prospect of hurtling oneself from a roof didn't seem all that horrible to Bri either. They were probably going to end up dead Friday, anyways.
"Think of your parents. They sacrificed everything for you."

"So," stated Harry, blandly.

"That's not good enough for you?! You had two people that at only twenty-three were willing to give up their lives for you! You are stupider than I ever thought possible! Sure you may not have it as easy as some but you can't even see how good you do have it! As long as you live, your parents live within you! They chose you over their very lives! My parents could have been drunk derelicts that set off all the fireworks in Toledo off inside of their house because they thought it would be fun!" this was one thing that really set the usually laid back Bri off. She couldn't stand it when people took love for granted. Growing up with very little of it kind of caused her to overreact.
"It's just so hard," Harry said. His voice very distant and low." No one believes anything I say. I've become the laughing stock of the entire school since that Rita Skeeter article and if I don't get eaten Friday I'll make a fool of myself and it'll just get worse,"
"Harry, Ron'll come around. He's just a little jealous. And what about Sirius? He risks his life every night to make sure nothing happens to you. You have so many people that care about you. "
"What about Sirius?" asked Harry, shocked to hear his name in a positive context from someone that wasn't Ron or Hermione.
"C'mon, let's talk about it in the common room," she answered smoothly, offering him her hand.


"So, er, how did you know about Sirius?" Harry asked Bri, who was trying to wake up the Fat Lady.
"Ha! You think Hermione's the only one that reads her diary! I know very well that the black dog that roams the edge of the lawn at night is your godfather. Don't worry I know Hermione wouldn't trust a genocist so he must of been wronglyy convicted in some strange and twisted way that I do not want to hear about. I also know that you were recently nearly eaten alive by garden gnomes and that you cried when you watched Sleepless in Seattle." She said, grinning.
"Quiet you!" Harry laughed, giving her a shove. "And thanks for getting me off the roof. I guess I'll just have to face the music"
"G'night Harry ," Bri yawned heading up the stairs to the girls dorm.

"Uh, Bri? The first task is dragons," He said quickly.

"Dragons? You cannot be serious."

But Harry was already back in he dormitory.

A.N. Yay this chapter is finally all posted. I borrowed the idea of a suicidal Harry from Sakura. Her's is much more thought provoking and much better. I think it's called A Last Look. READ IT and you'll see what I wanted to say but wasn't articulate enough to.This week is Spring Break so expect a lot of updates. Yay! Also Puh-leese read Filled With Fear, Filled With Love (I know, I can't write titles worth all the jellybeans in China) and tell me if I should do that type of thing with this story.
Danlavad,
Lai