Alone.

Fog formed throughout the air, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of him. The rain poured down on Harry's shoulders, soaking him to the bone and the cold night air sliced through his clothing like nothing.

He barely noticed any of it though. His once bright green eyes stared right down at the ground. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed. He had done it... finally, finally his parents were avenged. He had fulfilled his goal, but at what price?

"Don't ever give up, Harry!"

Hermione was gone. He had avenged her as well. Harry shook his head slightly and breathed in a shuddering breath. His friend... The fog seemed to grow thicker.

"You can do it, mate. Just keep trying."

Ron was gone. The revenge for him was settled. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. His other friend... Tears that threatened to spill from his eyes froze in the cold and stilled. The rain seemed to grow heavier upon his back.

"Forget everything and everyone else, Potter, and just beat him."

Draco Malfoy, who had lost his deatheater parents to the dark side, was gone. He had avenged himself by getting his father. His rival who turned sides. Harry cursed softly and raked a stiff set of fingers through his soaked hair. The wind whistled in his ears louder.

"No one can kill Voldemort except you."

Dumbledore was dead. Voldemort had finally killed him when he had broken through to the castle. Harry's pressed a hand against his chest as if to try and ease the pain of it. The fog cleared a bit, giving view to the area.

"I did it guys. I did it." Harry whispered as he stood. The enormous graveyard before him seemed to hold the echoes of his friends' voices and for a moment he stood and stared at all the gravestones. Everyone in this place had been killed by Voldemort...

Harry averted his gaze and turned around. He was but seventeen and already all alone. There was no one left.

"You're our hero, Harry."

Harry blinked and turned around. The wind suddenly blew harder, whipping his hair and clothing in accordance with the air. No one stood behind him... but certainly someone had said...?

Harry bowed his head again and left the graveyard. The boy who had been alone from the start was alone at the end. He'd lost everyone, but avenged them all. He blamed himself for all their deaths. And he'd have to live with it, no matter how unfair it was.

Vita est Non Semper Aiquus.

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Kind of corny, really. Don't know what possessed me to write it but, anyway. Well, review please.