The Struggle

Summary: The war has ended and it is Harry's sixth year. All his closest friends are gone, enemies are now friends. What will happen to Harry next? Up to the readers and author.

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A/N: Well, hello and welcome to my first story on fanfiction. I really hope you guys like this story. I have a proposition. I want you, the readers to tell me what you want to happen in the story. Email it to me, or post it in your review. I may even write my own chapter and wait for a good one. Can't wait to see what will happen next chapter. On with the story.

The wind was howling against the castle and the whomping willow thrashing. Harry was out sitting by the lake underneath the branches of a tree. The water of the lake occasionally rippled with the force of the wind but other wise was calm and dark. Harry found himself lost in his thoughts. It was his sixth year and Voldemort had once again attacked. This time, though, was the war that ended it all. Dark versus light. Light prevailed. There were a few causalities such as Harry's closest friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The other family members of the Weasley family were killed before the war when they were attacked during the Hogwarts Christmas break.

It had been three months since the attack and the loss of his loved ones but he just couldn't cope. Harry was losing it. He had no one to talk to anymore. The boys in his dormitory would try but always failed.

Harry had been sitting outside for the most part of the day, but he finally decided to come in. His stomach had gotten the best of him considering he hadn't eaten in a few days. He made his ways down to the kitchens. He was outside the portrait when he felt two hands fall across his eyes.

"Hello Professor Snape." Harry said without turning around. The two men had become more civilized and called a truce at the beginning of this year.

"How, may I ask, Potter, that you knew it was I behind you? It's not like you have eyes in the back of your head, or might I be wrong." Harry felt fingers moving across the back of his skull. He turned around and smiled.

"You, professor, are one of the only people I would care to give the time of day. Would you like to join me in a raid of the kitchen considering I haven't eaten much and you never eat." Harry watched as Severus gave him a cold glare.

"I most certainly do eat; you on the other hand do not. I will join you if you make a deal with me." Severus said with a little smirk on his lips.

"And what would that be?"

"That you start to eat at every meal. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Harry glared at Severus.

"Well... I guess I will be eating alone." He turned back to the portrait and tickled the pear. It opened and as he was about to enter Severus placed a strong grip on Harry's arm.

"Harry, I am serious about you eating at every meal. You are going to make yourself sick. If you won't do it for me, than do it for someone, anyone. I know that you are trying to get through everything that has happened this year, but you need to move on."

"Move on. Oh, right. The rational thing to do, but Severus, you didn't lose the only friends who knew everything about me, and the only family that I considered my own. You didn't lose a single thing. You have no clue what is going on with me, and don't even start to try. I am damn near giving up. I can't move on, and I have nothing to live for. My only purpose was to defeat that so called person Voldemort. Now that I have, I have nothing." Harry was in tears now and was shaking with anger.

"You have me Harry. I know that may not be the world to you, but you will always have me. I did lose something, and that was the old you." Severus pulled Harry in to the kitchen and shut the portrait door. He did a silencing spell and a few locking charms. He then transfigured one of the stools into a couch and sat Harry down. Severus sat down next to Harry and pulled him into a hug. Harry began to cry harder. Severus rubbed Harry's back and whispered soothing nonsense in his ear. Harry sat up after the tears had stopped.

"Thanks. Now what would you like to eat?"

"Oh, you cook?"

"You wouldn't believe it." Harry said with a smile.

"How about... a, no wait... umm, I don't know. Surprise me."

"Alright, Banana foster it is." Harry then summoned a house elf.

"Hello, what would you like?" squeaked the small creature. Harry rattled of the list and the house elf went to retrieve the items.

"Have you ever had banana foster Severus?"

"Yes, but not in the longest time. It just happens to be one of my favorite desserts."

"Well isn't that a coincidence." Harry smiled and noticed the ingredients had arrived. Harry began cooking. All the while he felt Severus watching him. Harry lit the Banana foster. "Would you like to add the cinnamon?" Harry asked with his arm outstretched, cinnamon in hand.

"Alright." Severus took the cinnamon, "Now what do I do?"

"Throw it into the flame. But be quick to move your hand." Harry watched his professors face as he threw it in. Sparks flew out of the flames.

"Wow, that's brilliant! How did you figure out that it did that?" Harry grabbed the pan and poured half into each bowl over top of the ice cream.

"I found out by accident. Although, professional cooks knew a while back. Here." Harry handed a bowl full of the hot dessert. He watched and waited for a reaction from Severus.

Severus slowly raised his spoon to his lips. He couldn't describe how wonderful it tasted. Harry smirked and took a bite of his own.

"And what are you smirking about?" questioned Severus between bites.

"Nothing professor, nothing at all."

"Would you like to come up to my room for a bit, to chat maybe?"

"Why not." Both men grabbed their bowls and headed down to the dungeons.

AN: Well... my first story posted on here. Eeep. Anyway, please review with suggestions, comments, but no hate things, please. I don't think my story is quite that bad.
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