A/N: 1:30 am and I finally managed to finish this chapter ! Now I can go to sleep at least.

Disclaimer : If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be working on the sixth book!

3. Hogwarth

I have stopped dreaming. Every night I collapse in my bed in Gryffindor tower. I wait for you, but you don't come. You no longer come. I spend my nights alone in this empty dormitory. Yes, empty. Did I mention that I'm one of the two seven year Gryffindor left? Me and Lavender Brown, with all this emptiness just for us. The others? They died, either fighting or being tortured to death. All of them killed because of Voldemort. I should be angry, I think. I should be trying to kill him and avenge them. That's something I wanted to do before, but then I saw you die. I died with you. Now I'm just this empty shell with a few memories of how life used to be. Empty...

Mornings are always the same since I went back to the tower. Colin greets me in the common room, delighted to see that I have not disappeared during the night. Then breakfast in the great hall. It is strangely quiet. The chatting of the students does not fill the space as it used to. Too much space, too few students. Nearly all the Slytherins left for Durmstrang, now they are barely a dozen. Ravenclaws are half their former number, the rest being dead or in Beauxbatons. Which leaves us with Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. No big change for the former. I didn't have that many friends in this house and those who fought managed to survive. My fellow Gryffindor did not have that chance. There's not much left of us:

Seven year : Lavender Brown and me.

Six year: Colin Creevey and two others

Fives year: ... no five year. They left or they died.

Fourth year and below suffered less, I didn't know them well and they weren't targeted specifically.

Less people, less noise, quieter breakfasts...

Classes follows as usual. I went back to my studies after spending two weeks in the hospital wing. Somehow Remus made me promise to get out of bed, I still don't know how. Maybe because he talked to the Headmaster and had him agree that I am not ready to fight or even train yet. Dumbledore then gave me back my wand that he had managed to keep.

Classes are fine, I suppose. I sit alone, but there isn't a lot of students left in my year. I try to study for my NEWTs, but it's difficult when I can't see the point of doing so.

Hogwarth has changed. Less students, less people, new professors...

McGonagall has died, apparently caught off guard while I was away. Percy Weasley has taken over her position as Transfiguration teacher. It's strange to see him where my old Head of House once stood. He hates me, another one who blames me for the death of his family. He should know better, but Percy is rather blind to certain things. He only joined Dumbledore again when the Ministry was finally crushed, after all. And now he doesn't understand that as members of the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort was to try and kill them, whether they were my friends or not. And being the Gryffindor they were, they fought to their death. You didn't even have that chance.

Remus is still the DADA teacher, as he was in our sixth year. You were still alive then, and I can remember the two of you arguing over the best way to protect oneself from a dark curse. I was still alive at that time too.

Flitwick hasn't really changed. Cheerful as always, there was a genuine happiness in his eyes when I entered his classroom the first morning after my return.

The new potion teacher is weird. He's a Chinese potion master and sometimes I can't understand what he says. He's nicer than Snape, that's disturbing. I'm used to having the sarcastic Slytherin taunt me and take House points.

And now he is locked in Voldemort's dungeon, being either tortured or forced to brew potions. The Dark Lord does not forgive traitors, nor is he willing to waste such a talent as Snape's. I don't intend to try and help him, I couldn't even help myself anyway.

The only time they let me be is when I'm on my broom. I feel so free... simply flying, letting everything else behind on the ground.

I remember when we flew together, your laughter in the wind entwining with mine. Sometimes, I can still hear you.

I've been flying for hours when I spot Remus on the ground, signaling me to come down. I land next to him and he smiles sadly.

"Can we talk, Harry?"

TBC ...

A/N: I've seen PoA yesterday and it was awesome! I loved it! Now I just have to find somewhere when I can see it in English.

Reviews:

Tom: could you please stop insulting me when you review? I won't be writing faster if you do, quite the contrary...

Paranoia: Yes, I also write original stuff (science-fiction), but it's in French and I have no idea when it will be available in English (I should finish the book first).

Tini: Snape didn't do anything to the portkey since there isn't much he can do. I killed Pomfrey... well, basically nearly everyone except dumbledore is supposed to be dead, so I thought it made sense to have her die too. And since they are at war, a medi-wizard in Hogwarth is not that surprising. About the school being a prison, it's just that Harry can't really leave because of Voldemort, and the others don't want to see him die, simply because they care. (poor Harry, I'm really horrible with him, am I not ? :D )