Author's Notes: After 8 months of abstaining from writing, here I am again! Hmm… That's it for now. Anyway, this will be an anthology of short stories. That's about it actually. Anyway, enjoy! ;)

Summary: When only your body is left for me to have and not your heart and soul, when I know you'll never come back but your body lies dead at my feet, I feel so weak and you, so powerful. When you're gone, everything feels empty, worthless and dead. When you're gone, I'd rather be with you somewhere else than here.

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Insensitive 01 – When You're Gone

Dead was the only word you can use to describe the wasteland that was the battlefield. The stench of dried blood filled the air, and it was so quiet and still that the place was almost eerie... Or maybe not almost. Rotten bodies covered the once green grass, blood seeping from the fatal blows they got from the war.

Everything was dead. Suddenly, the whole world seemed like another empty hole in the universe.

Harry moved slowly through the death stricken grounds. It was done. He'd killed the Dark Lord, finally. In the end, it was him who lasted, who turned out to be the victor.

Days, weeks, months passed in his training for the final battle. Days and nights spent sweating as he was given his daily dose of pain. Some days, he questioned his goal. Is the uncertain "victory" worth all this? Those days, he felt as if he was at the brink of being broken. Other days were spent with more training…

Now, here he was; his shell of a broken man trudging the grounds of the lifeless.

Realization got to him slowly as he felt the pieces of body parts crushed under his feet. His eyes widened in confusion, surprise and most of all, fear.

'…'

There was a faint trace of blood stained blonde hair in the ground. The body, cold and lifeless. There, at that moment, he stood still, stunned by the sight that greeted him. The body was painfully familiar…

'It can't be…'

Harry walked slowly towards the body at first, but found himself running by the times he reached Draco Malfoy's side. He knelt down and stared intently at the other boy.

His face was not what it was usually like. Dirty and bloodstained. His fair skin had gone paler that you can tell he's lost so much blood. Open wounds lay exposed for Harry to see.

Harry could do nothing but keep still. He didn't know what to do. So many emotions to pick from… He couldn't tell the difference anymore.

He didn't know if he should feel sorry for Draco. First, the boy could've wanted this to happen. If he did, then despite the gruesome demise, Harry would be happy for him.

Harry held Draco's hand. It was stone like, hard and icy. He brushed the blood stained golden strands of hair from Draco's face. Then, he began to speak.

"You're dead… I'm alive. At least, I think I am. I look alive."

With his pause came the deathly silence that caused the hairs on his back to stand. Harry breathed in, swallowed the bile stuck on his throat and continued, now with obvious emotions… Anger and loneliness.

"You are so stupid… How can you die like this? How dare you die like this?!"

He squeezed the clutched hand and let the tears fall from his eyes. He didn't care anymore. What should he car about? There's nothing left for him to think about. All his worry died away, anyway.

"I knew you were just an arrogant, all air, bastard. Look at you now, Malfoy… You're just a… rotting carcass lying in the dirt."

Harry stopped for a while. The pain was disappearing… He was feeling numb again. As to why, he didn't know. He didn't want to question the force. It made him feel frozen, if not better, and it works just fine for him.

He looked up. What was the dark sky a few minutes ago was now tinted a dark violet and pink.

"Noble… They don't die like this… You know what? Even if you're dead, you're still the old brat to me. I know you'll ask me 'How'. I know you well. You have that Hufflepuff curiosity and don't tell me otherwise."

Harry let go of Draco's hand and with a bitter smile, said, "…You see …I'd much rather die that to keep on living without you."

With that, Harry stood up and walked away from what was once the battlefield, leaving the past, his reality at present and his dreamt future behind.

It seems that life goes on for most people…

Some people are alive, but had died a long time ago.

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