On a beautiful day, the world is rejoicing, for a deathly war is over. The birds sing, the sun shines, laughter is in the air, but....there is one who is crying. Why should one cry on such a beautiful day? This question brings us to an open field, filled with wildflowers, but also something else: death. Death is in the air in this peaceful field, dead bodies strewed around & wildflowers coated with blood. Now, there is only one soul on this field, where others had fled. A lone boy, or young man, with untidy black hair & piercing emerald eyes that held many emotions within them, was alone on this field, to grief-stricken to leave. There once was a lightning- shaped scar shone onto his forehead, but had soon disappeared once the one who had caused all of this killing to begin had joined the devil himself in the fiery realms of hell. This one young man was left here while everyone else who had still lived went to rejoice for this ugly war finally ending. Nobody cared that this young man was sitting in that battle area, once being a peaceful field, crying, but would remember him for killing The-One- Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named later on. "Why?! Why did you let this happen?!" he yelled to nobody, falling to his knees. A lone tear escaped his eye as he gazed down at that dead body. The man with the black hair was stroking his long, blood-dried hands through the dead person's platinum blonde, yearning to see his grey eyes, once filled with life. "Why did I let this happen?" the man questioned himself, gazing down at the one whom he loved, the one whom he would risk his life to be with, but had failed. Now, there was only one thing reasonable left to do. Looking up to the sky, he whispered, "I'm sorry to everyone who feels horrible later; I love you all, but I don't deserve to be here anymore." With that, he pulled out a sword, the same one whom he had killed the evil one with, & lifted it to his heart. "Good-bye." With that, he stabbed himself through the heart. While everyone else was rejoicing, while the birds were singing, while the sun was shining, while people were laughing, there is no more crying, for Harry Potter had just killed himself to be with Draco Malfoy forever & through eternity.

*A/N: I know it's not long, but I felt like writing something about Harry & Draco. It's sad, but it just came to me. Hope you enjoyed this sad, but short, fic. Read & review my other ones.*